Neurotic Ramblings

Posts Tagged ‘money’

• New jeans.  Lots of them.  At least 3 pairs.
• New shoes.  I NEED new wedges like a crackhead needs…well, crack.
• Cute, work appropriate Spring dresses.
• A new laptop.
• A new phone.
• A chocolate brown loveseat.
• New jewelry.  Mama needs some more bling!
• New yoga pants & workout tanks.
• New trainers.
• New flat sandals.
• A new purse.
• To lose 20 lbs.
• To quit smoking.
• To get my fat ass back in the gym.
• To get my hair done.
• A mani/pedi in whatever fabulous spring polish is in.
• Cushions for my dining room table chairs.
• For my spine to stop cracking every time I stand up.
• New Sharpie Pens because mine already ran out of ink.
• A new coffee mug.

Most of all, really, I just needed to make a list.  So voila. I’m hoping it makes my Monday a little less “meh”.

That is all.  Good day.  Ciao.
Oh, hey, you know what ELSE I need that would make me UBER HAPPY?!  If YOU joined my site using the Google Friend Connect widget on the right.  See that over there?  Yeah, that one.  Jeff’s looking a bit lonely over there!!! (thanks, btw, for joining, Jeff!)  So go, click, you can totes count this as your good deed of the day, promise!

I need some new sunglasses and I’m tired of getting cheap ones because I keep losing them.  You would think that since I lose them that often, I wouldn’t mind buying cheap ones, but hey, if I’m paying good money for them, I’ll take better care of them…so anyway…take a looksie:

    

 

Buenos Dias.

Is it really Monday again?  Uhg.  I’m soooore.  M had a 1k race yesterday morning (at 8 am no less) and Kbob refused to walk.  He was tired so I carried him almost the whole time.  Ouch.   But she did really well, finished top 20 from a group of 200 ages 5-50.  Not bad for my little girl.

Ask me what I bought from my list…yeah, just one item.  The carrying case.  And it’s not even a carrying case, it’s a sleeve.  I’m broke as folk right now. 

On that note, I’m really debating keeping this job.  I mean, it stresses me out, overworks me and I get paid diddlysquat.  It really sucks.  I should be going to school full-time.  But then again, I like money and I’m not sure if I’m ready to give that up just yet.  Ugh, decisions. 

I’ve been having really weird dreams lately.  Like not freaky ones, just weird ones.  And I’m lucid.  I can control them.  It freaks me out.  I don’t know how to interpret that.  I’ve already had my share of ghosts and paranormal stuff happen to me and right now it’s not something I want to deal with.  It’s exhausting.  I thought I had finally gotten rid of whatever demons and spirits were around and now this.  Ugh.

Anyway, how was your weekend?

Always.  Like clockwork.  An awesome day HAS to be followed by a crummy one. 

I felt it when I woke up.  I didn’t sleep more than four hours last night.  Something kept waking me up.  What it was?  I don’t know.  I had anxiety.  Bad.  Finally at 5 it was the last straw…no use in going back to sleep.  The headache hit immediately.  It always does when I don’t sleep well.  It sucks.

The kids didn’t want to wake up either.  Dragging an 8 yeard old out of the top bunkbed is not fun.  Plus KBob is recovering from eye and refuses to open his eyes before I turn the lights back off. 

I was hella busy this morning.  Running up and down trying to plan a luncheon for my coworker while translating procedures into Spanish and hiding from my overly emotional boss.  But I thought “It’s ok, you leave at 2 to go do your teacher observations”.  WRONG.

The Dean informed that I have to tell them a day prior.  That’s nice, consiering when I called Monday you told me I could just show up.  And now I have a paper due that is going to be a day late because I was misinformed.  Fuck.  There goes 25 points, no A for me today.

So now I’m thinking my paper is late, I still have to leave early because my car needs an oil change which means that tomorrow’s half day off is reeeeeally going to hurt my paycheck and I have a headache and I have to listen to my boss whine about why my coworker shouldn’t leave while keeping my mouth shut so as not to scream at him and tell him it’s his damn fault and I have to keep going till 10 PM tonight.  When will I ever have time to watch Ms. Pettigrew Lives For a Day????????????/

Can I take a nap????????