M-F: unfriendly friday

Ok so let's be honest, I'm not that good at "making every day great," or at least entitling my blogs in this manner.  My personality seems to magnify the negative.  So in recognition of this I will start with what was great about this day in an attempt to change reality.

What was great:

- A superhero that brought me a glass of something upon request, therefore not requiring me to stand up and get off the couch.


- Donuts and a spontaneous party-esque gathering in my office.

- Moving some people to their new home in the United States.

- A co-worker that seems to be so much more sensitive than I am and connected said family's tv so that they could watch Barney videos until they had something better to do.

- People at a birthday party I went to made me feel a part of their group even though I didn't know them after going to another event (will mention in a second) where I felt awkward and out of place.


The unfriendly:
So I had to get some keys replaced for my car and it was under warranty so the used car guy agreed to paying, but I had to go to the dealership.  While waiting, I witnessed the following man completely degrading and belittling a salesman: 

Ok, so I wouldn't usually say this in a blogpost but this guy (Dan Knott) was knott so nice.  He was a complete dickhead and works at the 28th street Toyota dealership.  I hope this blog post pops up when this dipwad is googled because he was a complete jerk to his employee, in front of customers and other employees.  I think that belittling and degrading someone is not only unnecessary and wrong but inhumane.  Very unprofessional and unimpressive.  Most of the population already hates car dealers.  Must you worsen your reputation?  Besides the outrageous prices and leech-like customer service, this experience made me never want to return.  At one point in the interraction between Dan and the fellow "below" him, he said in an irritated disrespectful tone, 

"LISTEN QUIT ASKING QUESTIONS AND JUST DO WHAT I TELL YOU!!!"


I'd like to think that if I were the guy, I would have said, "%&#* YOU!"  But I probably would have walked away and cried in my cubicle.


I'm glad I'm a social worker and that my supervisor respects me.



wine and fundraisers...


I am not the most friendly of people so maybe I shouldn't complain, but I went to this event this evening and felt completely awkward.  I was surrounded by middle/upper class white people supporting some worthy cause (of which I believe is worthy).  Let me just say, the wine didn't even make me feel more comfortable.

home

I just want to feel at home.  Does anyone ever feel not at home at home?

M-F: Thankful Thursday

Ok so I wasn't thinking about all the things I am thankful for all day.  I just thought about the idea right now and decided it might be a good exercise.  So I'm ending today by making a list of the things I am thankful for today.

It was 60+ degrees outside

   and Michigan promised me

that it won't be cold again

   [til Christmas Eve].

Some clients said nice things 

to me 

   [yesterday].

I hung out with Lindsay.

    My mom and my sister

made me laugh

          [as usual].

My new bicycle is 

     so great 

[thanks Miguel].

    My dad called me

      [yesterday].

             

  Upcoming mini-vacations

    with people

I love and 

   to visit people I love.

Humidity

  because it makes

my hair look [perfect].

    My cousins and

     their blogs.

My house.

Free toilet paper

  in every bathroom

      [all. the. time.]

The following texting conversation:

Mama: So I got u another husband.  No teeth though.  Freddy [see Dicker & Deal] just said, "Send your daughter over to my house, I will teach her Arabic, and we become friends, then probably get married.  She would make my family very happy with a nice girl."  You would have to know him to see how hilarious it was.  He was just being totally serious and not lecherous at all.


[immediately forwarded text to sister]


Sister: ha

Sister: you would make a lovely addition to any family.

Sister: You're gonna have to settle at this point.  And just think if he doesn't have teeth I guess you won't have to take him to the dentist. Vacation$$$$$$$!!!


Sister:  I own nothing green.  That has been my problem for the past 3 hours... should I paint my toe nail and wear flippy floppies?

M-F: willy wonka whiskerando wednesday

The only thing Willy Wonka about this Wednesday is the fact that I turned into a blueberry.  I'd rather be a blueberry then an oompa loompa.  Well, I did chew a piece of gum at a hockey game with a couple of friends.   

Actually there is nothing Willy Wonka about today except the title.  Dumb.  I've got nothing.  Sorry.  I am a failure.

I did actually think nostalgically about a whiskerando.

I spent most of my work day trying to figure out what had happened during the month of January and trying to document it as if I had already done so, in January.

Then I went on a blind date of which, I set up, which surprisingly went quite well.  How could it have not?  I was high on life and sunshine and the fact that we could sit outside and drink our coffee.

Now I will wait for a great influx of comments for giving zero to no details about that last piece of information.  I should also be getting some hyper texts from my mother asking about grandchildren in 3-2-1, as I did not pre-inform her of this so-called date.

M-F: typically terrific tuesdays turned terrible

My Tuesdays are usually pretty great so I figured it would be easy to stay on task with my commitment to make something about every day this week, great.  I pretty much failed.  I thought about posting this picture and calling today "two times the fun tuesdays" or something to that effect but it just wasn't fun today.  We'll try again next week though boys.  Nothing but love.  Gebby.

On a side note, I'd like to let all of the parents out there know how amazing they are.  People always obsess about how "amazing" and "wonderful" their children are but I believe the parents should really get the credit for having to put up with so much and not giving up.

I've been noticing lately that I mostly post when I'm in a good mood (according to me).  Some would have a hard time agreeing that I'm ever really in a good mood, but I know myself better than most.

So anyways, there wasn't a whole lot about today that was great (and I'm not in a particularly good mood), except it's finish and a conversation that still has me gasping for breath after laughing so hard I nearly choked.  Yes, the conversation was with my mother, and no, this time I feel a little embarrassed to share it with the world.  Some things should not be for public viewing.  Sorry.

Since I'm focusing on the fact that today was terrible and not terrific, I also will mention that even though I didn't go to work, it too was bad.  Let's just say some people haven't been happy with me lately and it's starting to get old.  

I need flowers and spring fast. 

Hoping for a Wildly Wonderful Wednesday.

M-F : Marvelous Massage Monday

I decided on my way home from my 90 minute massage (yes, the guy offered a 90 minute massage at no additional cost after making me wait 15 minutes) that each day this week I will make sure to make it great, in some way.  I will use adjectives in front of the day of the week that start with the corresponding letter of that day.  

For example, "Marvelous Massage Monday."

Did I mention I got a 90 minute full body massage for 20 dollars and don't even care that the guy kept calling me "sweetie" and "my dear?"

Before racing out the door he also said, "I've enjoyed spending the evening with you Shelby."


I didn't know we were dating.

You get what you pay for.

I'm feeling good... I mean MARVELOUS!

Let's see what tomorrow brings.

Now, let's not make this blog all about me, even though it is.  Your challenge is to do the same this week and let me know how you've done that.  This is an effort to force me to stop pouting about cold, gray, depressing days.

a self-diagnosed terminal illness

Some girlfriends and I have discussed how 30 has been the year of physical ailments.  We know all the 50+ year olds all think we are pathetic, completely ridiculous and being melodramatic for thinking our bodies began to fail us at 30, but we believe it.  

Headache are brain tumors.  
         Abdominal pain, uterine cancer of course.  
    General chronic aches and pains and numbness, 
               serious signs of M.S.  
 Anxiety, heart attack.  
            The list goes on.

If I think about this honestly, the only true terminal illness I have is procrastination.  My application for GVSU is due tomorrow and I have still not completed writing the required essays.  

There's a man at the coffee shop who seems to be growling right now.  I love this coffee shop.

This is my face looking out at the runners I am jealous of on this beautiful somewhat "spring" afternoon.  My terminal illness often has terrible consequences.   

This is me yesterday, eating a mango and watching Outsourced on Hulu instead of writing the essays.  Dumb.

My reward for finishing the essays? 

Yes, this 30 year old is still motivated by rewards.


A massage at 8pm this evening.

why she had children... truth revealed...

To all of you who may be questioning whether or not to have children some day, I offer some reasons as to why you might want to seriously consider doing so at some point.  A phone conversation I had with some lady I accused of using me this evening revealed some interesting facts as to why she had children.

Don't be deceived by how much love and affection you see in this photo:

Some Lady: Oh, I have to go your sister is calling me.  Oh wait, it's not your sister, I don't want to talk to that guy.  I'll just pretend I'm not here.  Keep talking until he hangs up.

Me: So you're using me?!?!?!?!

Some Lady:  Oh, yes.  Duh.  That's why you have children.  So you can use them to get out of stuff.  And so they can do stuff for you.

You can have them bring you a drink or load and empty the dish washer.  Take out the trash.  Mow the lawn.  Rake the leaves.  Things like that.  


When someone wants you to do something you can say, "Oh, I can't I have to take care of my kids."

When you're supposed to go to work you just call and say, "Oh, I can't come into work because my kids are sick."

Then they get a little older, and you can say, "Oh, I can't I have to go to my daughter's volley ball game."

Then when you're talking to someone on the phone that you don't want to talk to, you just say, "Oh, it's my daughter calling.  It could be something important, I have to go." 

Me: I see.

Some Lady:  It's very simple.  You have kids so they can do stuff for you and to get out of stuff.

_________________________________

I don't think anything else needs to be said.

girlfriends make me smile and spring commences... mama why aren't you famous?

The final celebration of 30 continues...

So popcorn on Tuesday turned to chips, salsa and hummus and crackers.  We still had wine.  It was a delightful evening with some of my favorite women in the whole wide world.  We have been celebrating 30 since my birthday last year and it has been great.

our joint birthday party (in july)

I became friends with a couple of amazing women about two years ago.  They have become very dear to me and I was pleased to spend Wednesday night with both of them.  They make me smile and this song reminded me of them today.



I've been more and more aware of how essential girlfriends are to my well being.  I just hope that they receive something great from me, as I have from them.  Here's to so many special friends (girl ones).  I love you.

FLOWERS!  I clocked in for my first day at Micandy this morning.  I spent the day riding in a Mazda, wearing a blue shirt and hanging up signs.  Not to mention, laughing a lot.  We have fun.  I even got to go inside an itty bitty house, which I think I thought was just about as cool as I would have when I was five.  I think my cheeks even got some sun, or maybe they are just pink from cold wind burn.

Realization taken from today:

If my mother were famous, I'd make millions doing impersonations of her. 

thanks sherry

At the Credit Union:

Teller: Ok Sherry you're all set.  Thanks for stopping in.
Me: Thanks you too.


Please tell me I am not the only one that has done this on repeated occasions, without even realizing what was being said.  I drove off slightly confused and wondering if the teller realized what just happened.

in like a lion... forgetting february & celebrating 23 more days...

I know we are all overly excited about the arrival of spring.  February toyed with our emotions more than most of us were comfortable with.  

A few days of complete and utter bliss with temperatures rising almost above fifty, forced me to leave work early, run miles upon miles outside and wear big purple sun glasses and an enormous smile.  Then, another blizzard.  It wasn't the one that forced everyone in the entire country to stay inside for a couple of days, that was fun.  I'm talking about the one that hit the day after all of the snow had melted and hopes of spring had been planted in our souls.  There were no closings worth even mentioning.  

Break.  My.  Heart.  

I think they should have given us a few days off on those nice days in order make up for the misery we have all gone through this winter.


So anyways, it's MARCH and in 23 days I will be 30-something.  I have decided that my last 23 days of 30 will be celebratory.  Tonight the celebration will commence with popcorn, drinking wine and dear friends.

So long February.  

So long broken hearts.  

So long dreadful winter.

It's time for sunglasses, walks and smiles...

my modeling days in Spain