My doctor told me I am overweight. I am 5'8, and I weigh 145 pounds. I could see where I could stand to lose about 5 pounds, but he told me he wants me to weigh 125!!! ONE TWENTY FIVE. I mean, come on--do you know how sickly I would look if I weighed 125? I am a chesty girl, and just bigger all around, so I cannot imagine weighing 20 pounds less. My face would look like it had plastic surgery. Forget the fact that I haven't weighed 125 since I was in 6th grade. I weighed 144 all through high school.
Crazy doctors. That's what pushes people over the edge. Makes me mad.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
One hundred and eighty seven dollars
I can only be mad at myself.
My husband and I use our Disney Visa card for everything. We put every single thing on it that we can, and we pay it off at the end of the month. We get 1% back in Disney money to use when we go to Disney World. We were just there in March and "cashed in" all of our dollars for that trip. Between then and now, just a short nine months, we have accumulated $187 to spend. That means, yes, folks, we have spent $18,700 in the last nine months. The shocker is that we can't charge our car payments or our mortgage. So, we've spent this kind of money on what? I do not know.
It's kind of disgusting when you think about it.
My husband and I use our Disney Visa card for everything. We put every single thing on it that we can, and we pay it off at the end of the month. We get 1% back in Disney money to use when we go to Disney World. We were just there in March and "cashed in" all of our dollars for that trip. Between then and now, just a short nine months, we have accumulated $187 to spend. That means, yes, folks, we have spent $18,700 in the last nine months. The shocker is that we can't charge our car payments or our mortgage. So, we've spent this kind of money on what? I do not know.
It's kind of disgusting when you think about it.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Pee towel
Hopefully this will be the last horrid in law story, unless I find something else that has been done and hidden away.
I guess their dogs peed in my garage. Or they peed somewhere. I am not for sure. But apparently, the crazy people, they thought it would be a good idea to get my brand new white towels that I got for my wedding registry and use those to wipe up the pee. Now, that in itself is ugly. We have loads of ratty dark colored towels in my towel closet, so why they would pick the white ones to wipe up dog urine is beyond me.
BUT on top of that, after they wiped up the pee in the garage, they then threw the towels on the ground and left them. Mind you, my washing machine is actually in the garage, so all they would have had to do is walk two steps, spray on some "Spray and Wash" and toss them in. They're either retarded, lazy, or were born in a barn. Or maybe it's a combination of all three. I am not for sure.
Grrrr...
I guess their dogs peed in my garage. Or they peed somewhere. I am not for sure. But apparently, the crazy people, they thought it would be a good idea to get my brand new white towels that I got for my wedding registry and use those to wipe up the pee. Now, that in itself is ugly. We have loads of ratty dark colored towels in my towel closet, so why they would pick the white ones to wipe up dog urine is beyond me.
BUT on top of that, after they wiped up the pee in the garage, they then threw the towels on the ground and left them. Mind you, my washing machine is actually in the garage, so all they would have had to do is walk two steps, spray on some "Spray and Wash" and toss them in. They're either retarded, lazy, or were born in a barn. Or maybe it's a combination of all three. I am not for sure.
Grrrr...
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Fekkai
Back in the old days, when I used to get a discount on expensive hair products, I fell in love with Frederic Fekkai. They used to be carried only in high end stores, but now the products are available at Target and Bath and Body Works. Regardless, they are still 'spensive, and a bottle of shampoo can cost around 30 bucks. Now, I'm not retarded. I know $30 is a ridiculous amount of money for shampoo, and since I no longer am employed at a retailer where I can get these hair care goods at half price, I use them sparingly. I have clung to the last bottle of shampoo I purchased a year ago by using it only once or twice a month.
Which brings me to this past weekend, where my in laws inhabited my humble abode on short notice. See, the short notice part is important, because normally, I would hide all of my expensive hair products, as I realize they probably don't know how expensive the shampoo is, and I therefore cannot hold them accountable if the use it. But here's the thing--I forgot to hide, and they used. Only, they didn't just use the amount you would think that someone might use over a 3 day period. They used half of the fucking bottle. What were they doing? Rubbing ALL of their hair with it? So, now I have about two hair washes left of my lovely shampoo. It makes me mad every time I look at the bottle in the shower. It's like it's taunting me. And who travels to someone else's house and uses up all of their hosts stuff anyway? I always bring my own toiletries. Were these people raised in a barn?
Nevermind that they drank all of the milk the day before I needed it to cook Christmas dinner. And then said, "I hope you didn't need that milk to cook." Hello, you think if you'd thought that, you might have gone ahead and replaced the milk.
Damned in laws.
Which brings me to this past weekend, where my in laws inhabited my humble abode on short notice. See, the short notice part is important, because normally, I would hide all of my expensive hair products, as I realize they probably don't know how expensive the shampoo is, and I therefore cannot hold them accountable if the use it. But here's the thing--I forgot to hide, and they used. Only, they didn't just use the amount you would think that someone might use over a 3 day period. They used half of the fucking bottle. What were they doing? Rubbing ALL of their hair with it? So, now I have about two hair washes left of my lovely shampoo. It makes me mad every time I look at the bottle in the shower. It's like it's taunting me. And who travels to someone else's house and uses up all of their hosts stuff anyway? I always bring my own toiletries. Were these people raised in a barn?
Nevermind that they drank all of the milk the day before I needed it to cook Christmas dinner. And then said, "I hope you didn't need that milk to cook." Hello, you think if you'd thought that, you might have gone ahead and replaced the milk.
Damned in laws.
Friday, December 26, 2008
Denim
First, I apologize for my lack of blogging. With holidays and finals and family I have just not had time.
Second, I have decided I might need to change the name of my blog to fashion police, as it seems that a large portion of what I write about has to do with fashion mishaps.
Which brings me to...my step mother's Christmas gift yesterday. My Dad got her an entire denim outfit--matching pants and shirts. Same color denim, same embroidered pattern on both articles of clothing. She asked what I thought. I tried to smile and lie, but it just would not work. I told her she should not wear both the top and bottom together, because that is entirely too much denim. And she says, "well, what should I wear it with then? You always wear denim with denim!" Who told her this bunch of crap? Whatever sales person gave that information should be banned from the retail clothing industry. Allowing someone to walk around looking a fool is not okay. It makes me mad that my step-mom has fallen prey to such a myth!
AND THEN, my sister is talking about going shopping at Christopher and Banks. I am sorry, but no person under the age of 40 should shop in that shit hole. It's like Wal-Mart quality with a higher price. Ick. Just putting the clothes on ages you ten years.
Second, I have decided I might need to change the name of my blog to fashion police, as it seems that a large portion of what I write about has to do with fashion mishaps.
Which brings me to...my step mother's Christmas gift yesterday. My Dad got her an entire denim outfit--matching pants and shirts. Same color denim, same embroidered pattern on both articles of clothing. She asked what I thought. I tried to smile and lie, but it just would not work. I told her she should not wear both the top and bottom together, because that is entirely too much denim. And she says, "well, what should I wear it with then? You always wear denim with denim!" Who told her this bunch of crap? Whatever sales person gave that information should be banned from the retail clothing industry. Allowing someone to walk around looking a fool is not okay. It makes me mad that my step-mom has fallen prey to such a myth!
AND THEN, my sister is talking about going shopping at Christopher and Banks. I am sorry, but no person under the age of 40 should shop in that shit hole. It's like Wal-Mart quality with a higher price. Ick. Just putting the clothes on ages you ten years.
Monday, December 8, 2008
Forwards
Do people really think that shit is funny? I'm not saying every single forward is a waste, but I would say a good 95% of the crap people send me is just a way to cram my inbox full of a bunch of worthless drivel. I don't need chain letters. I'm not going to do them, even if they will save me from going to hell or getting fat. I don't want to look at fifty cartoons about women and men and their differences or what happens to your body when you get old. I don't want you pushing your political views off on me about not buying Muslim stamps or coins because they have removed "in God we trust" from their face. I've seen most of them before. Really, all you annoying people are doing is wasting my time. I have about ten thousand things I have to do in the morning, and those stupid forwards are sucking up valuable seconds as I have to delete them every day.
Please, for the love of Jesus...stop sending them.
Please, for the love of Jesus...stop sending them.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
receptionist
Why is that doctor's office receptionist such a bitch? The woman never smiles. She's never helpful. She talks to me like I'm a total idiot any time I ask her a question. And if she's not doing that, then she's talking to me like I'm interrupting her very important job with my phone call and questions. Isn't she technically working for me? I mean, if I didn't come and see the doctor, she wouldn't even have a job, right? I always want to complain to the doctor, but once I get in his office, I forget she was such a bitch--that is until I'm exiting, and she acts annoyed to have to do so much as swipe my credit card for my co-pay. Sometimes, she makes me so mad, I want to spit in her face.
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