Catch up...

Halloween Night recap?
Not only did we win the District Tournament!

We got back in time for me to meet friends at the bar.
Can you tell we dressed up?
No really, I dressed up as a Bitch, and a drunk girl!

What??? I thought it was good! One must work with what one has.

The next day I woke up kinda crabby.
I've been crabby since actually.
No I didn't do anything dumb. Don't worry.
How ever, I was in a good mood while I was partaking in the drinking festivities.
The next day I remembered every single snide, dumb, assuming comment I heard.
And it just PISSED me off.



Basically the male gender is dumb and they piss me off.
You don't know me. Don't act like you do.
You aren't important and I don't like you. Any of you.
Leave me alone.
Smothering me is not going to get you what you want.
Asking dumb questions won't get you what you want.
You will never get what you want from me.

Everyday I get more and more crabby because it won't stop.

Your lines aren't cute, smart or even funny.
You all make my skin crawl.

All of this is probably my fault.
I'm looking for Ryan in all the wrong places.
But it's hard to turn your back on a glimmer of something you used to like.
It's hard to turn your back on a reminder of him.

In the end, I get annoyed by their dumbness. Granted they may do one thing that reminds me of Ryan. But they do 1,245.7 other things I can't stand.
It's another kind of let down.
Apparently if your a girl, you can't be friends with boys.

Crazy Annoyed

Have you ever had a day where everything annoys the pants off you?

For some reason today, I'm so annoyed with everything. No seriously everything.
The phone. every email. printing documents. answering questions. the snow. I'm thirsty. my house. laundry. thinking. working. my husband. ugh this plus so much more is annoying today.

I'm not sure why either. I had a good, normal morning. I even managed to start a load of Laundry this morning. I haven't even seen my husband yet today and already I'm annoyed.... not a good sign. (you may want to pray for him tonight)

But as I'm sitting at work, getting call after call after call after call. Then email after email after email. I can feel the annoyance building, it feels like a pressure in my chest. And I'm afraid if that phone rings ONE more time, or that damn duck show up on my desk top saying "you have mail" ONE more time I will freak out, seriously I'm so annoyed and frustrated I could cry or scream or pull out my hair.

Thank goodness it's Friday. I'm so ready for a break. I wish I was in college, I would kill for spring break or even better summer break. Oh to be in college again.

I seriously need to go home and enjoy a glass of wine. Or a bottle, you know whatever helps. (I'm so glad I stocked up on my favorite wine)

Leave the poor thing alone.

Holy Moly.
Figuratively speaking... well typing.
Have you ever witnessed someone beating a dead horse, I mean really really beating it?

It's annoying. It's boring. It's disgusting.

Why do people do that? Why? What in the world is the point? I don't get it.

example of Not beating a dead horse:

Take a letter. Say what you have to say, get to the point.
Make it short a sweet, don't draw it out.

example of beating a dead horse:

Take a letter. Say what you have to say, and keep saying it and saying it and saying it.
Say it so much that your reader is annoyed, bored and disgusted.
Then say it some more and some more and some more and some more.
Say it so much more that your reader is stabbing their eyes out with pencils.


Do you see what I mean.

huuhhh, it's exhausting just thinking about it.
And think about that figuratively typing poor horse. Just let him lie.