Come on CA, you're killing me...

What, did California not have enough laws already that they just HAD to do this cell phone thing to us too? Couldn't there have been a caveat that you could pass a proficiency exam to prove you can drive and talk at the same time? It is ridiculous that it is illegal to be on your cell phone while driving, yet texting while driving is not banned. Lame-o.

I hate talking on the phone. I am a texter. The only time I do talk on the phone, is when I am in my car. Ooooh I know. I have never run over any little old ladies, babies, or animals... well, at least not while on my phone. I just talk to kill the time, or tell Jerad I'm stopping at the store, on my way, whatev. If I'm not in the car, it means I have something better to be doing that gabbing on the phone.

I decided that this blue tooth thing was not so much for me. First of all, I'm cheap. If I'm spending $50, I want something cool, not an uncomfortable plastic thing in my ear. Secondly, I'm jumpy. I think that a bluetooth-thingamajig is MORE likely to cause me to have an accident than just talking on the phone... that being said, its only been one week and its driving me crazy not being able to make those 30 sec quick question/update calls I'm used to.

So, I decided to join the masses. On my lunch break I went to one of the cell stores to buy a headset. They are out. Then I went to Target. They only had 3 kinds and they were all in the $70 range. So I looked up my good friend Amazon and how the heck am I supposed to pick? Some of these things are weird!









Seriously right? Some look like torture devices. This one totally jumped out at me for obvious reasons:

But then I thought I shouldn't have pink EVERYTHING, so I was thinking this:

But some of the reviews weren't very good... I don't know what to do. I don't want to spend very much cause I will only be using it in the car... but I want it to work obviously... any recommendations? One of my coworkers just had bluetooth installed IN her car for $270 which seemed cool, but I don't think I'll have my car for too much longer and having everyone in the car be able to hear my conversations seems awkward.

In the meantime I'll just keep using my phone on speaker phone and hold it on one hand while steering with the other which is totally safer than how I talked before the new law. Grrr.

Grrr

Um, I don't really have any defense for the salad thing so I'll just let that one go. Unlike Jerad some people I know. What can I say, I'm running on not enough sleep thanks to LOST. That however is a blog in itself.

In other news, I feel a serious bad mood coming on. It's like getting sick, it starts in the back of my neck. By the end of the day, I'll have a full blown 'bite-me' attitude. Tylenol won't work, either. May the gods help whosoever shall cause my phone to ringeth on this day. It won't be pretty.photo courtesy of: www.techimo.com

The kind of compliment I can live without

Them: Hey, you've been looking alot more put together lately.

Me: Er, thanks?!?

Them: No, really. I like how you're been doing your makeup and hair. And thats a cute blouse.

Me: Thanks! I started using Sephora...

(as they cut me off)

Them: But you totally ruin it with the flip flops and long pants. Its been driving me crazy for weeks.

Me: Oh. Um, its really hard to find pants the right length, I'm really...

Them: You can buy sewing machines at Walmart for like $100. A monkey can hem pants.

Me: I don't really...

Them: I look at which ones they have right now and see if I can give you a good recommendation. If you sign up for the newsletter sometimes they have coupons. *walks away*

Me: WTF?????? *thinks to self*


Photo courtesy of: Hot Off The Sales Rack

So, we're getting rid of our pets.

So, the time has come to get rid of our pets, and that time came last night. I came home from work yesterday with only enough time meet to Jerad, eat real quickly, and rush to class where we had a huge assignment to do. I opened the front door to the most-god-awful-smell and went back to the guest room to find... well, I will spare you the details. Bailey had been in her kennel and apparently had a REALLY upset tummy. Badly. Jerad was cleaning the walls. The walls had to be cleaned. All the dog bedding, the kennel, the dog. It was the most disgusting thing I have even seen. I've heard of projectile-vomiting, but projectile-poo?

Not the best start to the night. I really did feel sorry for the poor pup though, I don't know what could have been wrong, she doesn't eat anything except dog food. Oh well, such is the fun associated with pet ownership. And our fancy washer has a sanitize setting which is pretty sweet sauce for such occasions.

By this time we had missed class. We had been planning on skipping the same class on Thursday so that we could celebrate V-day, but since we missed last night, that wasn't going to be possible. Great. Since we were in horrible moods by that point, we decided to open our valentines presents! That is for another blog.

In the middle of opening presents, Tobee starts trying to hack up something. Seriously? I quickly threw him outside where he proceeded to cough up something all over the front porch. Why me???

Finally, it was bedtime. Since Bailey's Kennel was still outside drying, we put her to bed in Buddy's. Tobee was no where to be found so we put Winston in the laundry room where they usually sleep and put Buddy in there with him. It was about 11 PM at this point. Winston decided to keep teasing Buddy so everytime we were almost asleep he would bark.

I finally got up and put him in our room where he proceeded to smell around, pant, whine, and dig at the carpet for about 45 minutes. I figured he just was all wound up and was missing Bailey. Oh no no no, he had to pee. How do I know this? because he did... on the rug. Luckily it was just a little.

I whisked him outside and thank goodness he finished out there. So, now its approaching midnight and I'm on my hands and knees scrubbing pee out of the carpet. Because of course he didn't get it in the wood floor which would have been easy to clean, its on the one white rug in the house.

Honestly, I wasn't even mad at him. He hasn't had an accident in the house for 6 months probably. And he was begging to go out for about 45 minutes, we just didn't pick up on it. Finally, the carpet is clean, I let Buddy back in the laundry room and we try for the 4th time or so to go to sleep.

At which point Winston starts meowing in his million decibel deaf meow cause Tobee isn't in there with him.

I thought only people with kids had to deal with this kind of crap? Why are all of our pets acting up all of a sudden? Like Mao peeing on the chair (and Jerad) for the first time... ever.... in 3 and a half years? Is it cause we're gone at school all night and they're revolting? It better end soon!

Anyways, of course we are not getting rid of the animals. No matter how much gross stuff we have to put up with and clean up. I love them to death and the benefits far out weigh nights like this.



Here is the Mao post from my myspace page in case you missed it

February 4th, 2008

"Feeling pissy apparently"

Yesterday Jerad and I were sitting in the living room doing homework and catching up on the American Idol (I know, I know) episodes we had missed. We have been keeping Mao in the house all day and night since we got back from the snow trip since the weather has been bad and hoping that he will start getting along better with Winston. The past few days he has been really moody to Jerad... growling whenever he picks him up, stuff like that. Anyways, I was sitting on the blue couch (under the window) and Jerad was on the suede chair (by the kitchen) and Mao came over and jumped into his lap. After a few minutes, Jerad just sat up straight and said
"he just peed on me."
"who? what?"
"Mao. He peed on me."
"what do you mean 'he peed on you?' "
"he walked over, layed in my lap, then stood up and peed on the chair right by where I'm sitting."

We both just sat there and didn't know what to do. Looking back it was actually pretty funny. I think we were both just shocked cause he has NEVER not gone in his litterbox... in the last 3 and a half years. He ever goes to his litter box to throw up hairballs. I don't know what was going on in his head.

After the shock wore off I got pretty mad. I cleaned the cusion cover and even threw it in the washing machine. I am paranoid that the other cats (or even Mao for all I know) will think its the new living room litter box. Cats can smell that even after you've washed it.... and I can't flip the cushion over because the other side is ruined from someone spilling a whole candle full of hot wax on it.... so, kinda freakin out. I love that chair and it matches my couch... plus it was like a $600 chair so I'm not going to just run out and buy another one. Stupid cat. It better have been a one time deal.

On a side note I do think its funny that Mao is mad at Jerad for some reason and not me.... even though Jerad's the one that feeds him. Who knows:)

Oh, speaking of cats; when my little sister Ady was 2, she would always say "pissing" instead of "hissing." it was really funny to see a 2 year old asking her mom why the kitties don't like her and are always "pissing" when she is around. Sadly she grew out of it pretty fast.

Reason #155 reasons I hate Mondays

Enough said.

Idiot.

In trying to update my layout, I somehow erased everything and defaulted to... well, to the default I guess. Annoying.

How can a few little hairs hurt so much?

"Our therapists wax the delicate skin of the face with the utmost care. We offer tweezing and hot wax for more sensitive skins. Waxing is a highly personal treatment and your comfort and satisfaction are of the highest priority to us."

Why do I buy into this crap time and time again? Waxing HURTS. And you don't get used to it over time. One of my friends has her face, arms and legs waxed. My friend Dom even has the. inside. of. her. nose. waxed. I just walk into a salon and my skin starts turning red and burning and my eyes start watering. Then they take you into a little room that is supposed to be peaceful but really they are just trying to get you secluded enough the other customer's can't hear you cry. Waxing may be for some people, I'm going to boycott. This can be the new me:
Cousin It, from the Adams Family... get it?!? Okay, I'm a dork, pretend you didn't read it. And as much as it hurts and I whine (and turn red, and get puffy, and cry tears) I guess I will keep going back because I do love the results and there is no way I am patient enough to use tweezers. I'd rather just shave off my eyebrows and draw them on... you all know some classy person that does this. Okay, End rant, gotta stop writing so I can make it to my torture apt.

One, Two, Three, FIGHT!!!

Last night was one of "those nights." Before I explain, let me preface by saying that Jerad and I don't fight much. Seriously! we are both big "talkers" so normally we just work through little things before they become big. The exception is usually when I am just super emotional for no apparent reason (I am THE PMS poster-child) and blow things out of proportion. Even then, I understand that I am the one being ridiculous. My ex was not a talker. He was a leave-the-room-later-pretend-it-never-happened-er. He was also a go-to-bed-angry-and-it-will-magically-work-itself-out-while-we-are-sleeping (er). This caused lots of problems. I don't feel like an issue is dealt with until it is discussed, the root of the problem is identified, we figure out how to prevent it in the future, and both get out everything we need to say. THEN I can go to bed happy and put it out of my mind. Early on in Jerad and my relationship, we decided that this method worked very well for us and would hopefully prevent fighting the same fight over and over. We also decided that we would never go to bed angry. This has resulted in about 3 sleepless nights over a 2 year time period where we literally talk ALL night but things always work themselves out. Then there was last night.

We got back from class at about 10:30 and were putting the dogs and cats in their various sleeping places and getting ourselves ready for bed. I made the comment "it is so weird to me how the US is so 'new' compared to other civilizations?"

his answer: "not really."

me: "I just mean, compared to say England, the Inca's, the Mayans, Egypt, we are just so new." I was basically just thinking out loud.

He then reminded me that the Indians were here before us for thousands of years.

"I know, but when I think of the settlers, I always think it was sooo long ago. Its only been a little over 200 years. Thats crazy to me!"

Again, just sharing a little THOUGHT I had.

He then starts telling me all about yeah but we came from England blah blah blah. WTF, are we seriously going to argue about this?

So I started saying stuff like WHAT I MEANT WAS the US is not like England where we have really old buildings and all this HISTORY. 200 years is just "new" to me.

This was not something I wanted to talk about. I was just voicing a little though and thinking he was going to say something like "yeah." and that would be it.

Then he just kept going on and on about England so I pointed out that you really can't compare our culture with England because the whole reason people came to America was for a CHANGE. You know, different form of Government, different religious views... Ahem, new way of life.

And.he.just.kept.arguing.

So I sarcastically said something like "whoa, I had no idea you felt so strongly. you're right, we are pretty much the oldest civilization ever... total opposite of new... i really don't care, we need to be awake in like 7 hours lets just go to bed."

Obviously, this pissed him off and opened a whole new can of worms. Before I knew it the conversation turned to him talking about how we had COMPLETELY different views on everything important.

me: like what?

him: everything that is important.

me: like?

him: just values, our whole belief system. you know, everything important.

me (calmly): I can tell this is really important to you and I am just trying to understand. can you give me an example.

him: stuff like how to raise kids.

me: what do we disagree on?

him: like if we have a daughter, when she can do stuff like wear makeup and date.

me: well, I think that something that one girl might be ready for at 13, another might not be till 17 and those kind of decisions should be based on the child, not some pre-set age we decide on before said child is even conceived. what do you think?

him: well, that is pretty much what I think. bad example. nevermind.

me: what are these other differences that are clearly driving you crazy?

him: like our religious beliefs.

me: what do I believe that is so different????

him: well, I can't think of anything off the top of my head.

It went on like this for a LONG TIME. me asking questions, him having no answer but insisting how we had these life altering fundamental differences. Damn you America and your newness, why did you have to bug my thoughts??? At some point during this I had gotten into bed and he was still getting ready and I kind of spread myself across the entire bed, clearly leaving no room for him and hoping he would get the hint and sleep in the guest room or ask me to move over giving me the chance to say "I don't want to sleep in the same room as you while you are being ridiculous." Immature I know but you know, "when in Rome..." or apparently "When in America..." Instead he just got into bed laying on like the bottom corner with his feet hanging off and pretended not to notice. Okkkkkaaaaaaaay.

Our pointless conversation went on... and on... and on... and on....andonandonandon. He said we liked different kinds of foods (even if this were true I would hardly call it a MAJOR difference in our velief system).... I asked him what meals I made in the last month he didn't like... he said he liked all of them.... until it got to the point where he said "I just dont think we should get married when we have these huge differences to work out." and I exasperatedly asked "what differences are you talking about, you still haven't told me one?!?!?" Then I asked if he was just getting cold feet and was using this as an excuse, and to please explain to me what was going on. He told me that that wasn't it at all, he loved me to death and wanted to be with me..... he just wanted to work through all these (undefined...imaginary...(litterally unexplainable) problems first.

I was actually really proud of myself, I never lost my temper, never raised my voice, just kept TRYING to ask probing questions. I was so calm in fact that I fell asleep. It was like 12:30AM by this point giving me a short 5 hours to sleep. This morning we woke up, everything was great, got ready kissed each other goodbye.... and never spoke of it again.

What do I do? I think I am going to chalk this one up to momentary lapse of sanity on his part... or maybe he just felt the need to argue? Who knows. I guess until I hear some issue that we can actually work on I will just forgive-and-forget.

I will not!

"smile" - Why do people say to others "smile"? Do they think that the other person simply forgot, and that with a simple reminder, the other person will be grateful for having been reminded? Are they so demanding that everyone has to conform to their wishes to at least pretend to be blissfully happy, whether or not the person feels that way? What if the person doesn't feel like smiling? Perhaps it's not a bad day or a good day, but just a day. There are lots of those. Ordinary. Normal. No need to frown, but no need to be smiling all the time. People tend to be wary of others with a constant smile pasted on their face for no apparent reason anyway. Why can't someone just be neutral, non-emotional? Or maybe someone is having a bad day. Maybe they have a headache. Or maybe they had a fight with their spouse. Or maybe their pet died. Or maybe worse. Would telling them to smile help? Or would it be putting them through more stress by insisting that they put on this facade, because some people apparently can't handle it if others aren't smiling constantly? Even if the intentions are good, and unless someone's picture is being taken, PEOPLE SHOULD STOP TELLING OTHERS TO SMILE FOR NO APPARENT REASON!!!!!