Neurotic Ramblings

Posts Tagged ‘shopping’

• 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!

Because bullet points make me smile…

• I need to find an outfit to wear on Saturday.  Every single piece of clothing I own has been played out.  If you’re my friend on FB, you’ve seen them all.  Plus I need cute winter clothes that can be dressed up for a night out, or played down and office appropriate.  I JUST NEED TO SHOP.  PERIOD.
• This month is still killing me financially.  I keep telling myself it will be ok.  I’m breaking down the budget accordingly. 
• This brings me to my next point:
  • I’ve had some people wonder how I bitch about my finances and still manage to go out “all the damn time”.  To those people I simply say this:  I have amazing party buddies.  End of story. 
• TABLE.  That’s all I have to say about that.    well, maybe an lmfao for good measure.
• I cannot WAIT for the end of this week to be here.  All my finals will be over and done with and this semester of procrastination will come to an end.  The S.O.D. will be put into retirement and while Spring will be looming right around the corner, it brings promises of A’s with it.
• There’s something that I’ve been dying to share with you guys…I’ve almost blogged about it, but don’t want to get ahead of myself so I’ve kept mum.  I’m still cringing from not being able to just blurt it out!
• I hadn’t realized how really incredibly happy making lists make me.   Everything is all nice and neat and organized.  I love it.

I’ll leave you with this tale of embarrassment from last night:

I’m suffering from “working out on a Monday” allergies so when I got to my mom’s at around 7ish, I asked her for an allergy pill.  She gave me some generic crap and made sure I only took ONE tiny little pill.  Fast forward to dinner with the BFF & her BF…I was LOOPY.  I couldn’t shut up.  I tried, but I couldn’t.  And I was LOUD!  Like, ten times louder than usual.  I managed to freak out a bus boy by yelling at Ricky Bobby for insinuating that he was bored.  But, the coup de gras came when we (finally) got our tab…see, we needed to split it…and the waiter boy (who looked like a Jonas brother and NOT a flat faced dog as RB put it) says “I can split it for you, just tell me how you want it” *cue school- girl-with-a-crush-med-induced-giggles here*  I could.not.stop.giggling.  I turned beet red.  I hadn’t had one of those moments since I was, well, in middle school.  Oh well, I guess it’s one of those “you had to be there” kind of things.  “how do you want it?”  hehehehehe….I can think of a couple of ways!  I’m such a perv!

Hola peoples!

I’ve been M.I.A. for some time now so I thought I’d drop in and give you a little update.  

Ms. Jamie over at Show & Tell made this absolutely fab theme for me and I am copletely in love with it!  It’s so…me!  

I’ve been all over the place lately getting all my stuff squared away and penciled into the S.O.D. (schedule of death in case you forgot).  

So far I think this semester will go by ok.  One of my professors is totally adorable and I seem to hang on every word he says which might come in handy once test time rolls around.  The other two, well, one seems brilliant and the other not so much.  Flaunting your “multiple” Master’s and PhD in less than ten minutes and then failing to figure out how to operate the overhead?  Not impressive.

Most of my time this week will be spent stressing out over my birthday (which is this Saturday, btw!!!).  Plans to go to Austin seem to have been foiled and while I keep saying I don’t want to make a big deal of it, my friends know me better than that.  It HAS to be an event!  I’m talking sexy dress, killer heels and rock star makeup a la It’s Unbeweavable! style.  Check out her page, it’s fab!

So you see, this week my self-centeredness is justified.  It’s all about me.

Like Beyonce said…”I’ve got every reason to feel like I’m that bitch” …such a HUGE EGO baby!

Besos!

This weekend = insanity.

I did sooo much shopping and none of it was enjoyable.  School supplies, uniforms and more school supplies. 

Oh, and new tennis for Kbob and some new padded, yes, padded bras for M.  That girl needs to quit growing.  End of story.

My living room looked like a herd of crazy cows had trampled through an Office Depot.  My OCD was in overdrive trying to get all the supplies labeled, organized and packed but we finished in under two hours which is not bad considering we snuck a last minute trip to Wal-Mart in there in search for non-existant red pens.

So in summary, the kids were dropped off at school this morning, lockers were organized and teachers were greeted.  I cannot wait to pick them up and hear all about their first day. 

In other news, I am happy to say that I am surrounded by the most amazing, caring, selfless, kind people I’ve met in a long time.  My circle of friends is great one.  Something happened this weekend that really made me realize that there are still good people out there who will not think twice about helping a friend out.  Humanity is not lost entirely.

I am sooo looking forward to the end of the workday, picking up my kiddos, and then I’m going to get a well-deserved mani/pedi, buy my books for school and sneak in a bit of shopping for myself.  Can.not.wait.

How was your weekend?

I am having quite a dramatic mood swing this morning.  So dramatic in fact, that I considered changing the name of this blog to “Dramatic Ramblings of a Divorcee”  and then decided that “Neurotic Ramblings” would be more fitting since I am slightly crazy and tend to rable often. 

There seem to be too many blogs out there with the Random Musings title and I don’t like it.  It’s like showing up to a party only to discover that three other people are wearing the same dress you thought to be couture and then the shame sets in and you try to find a way to change accessories or hair or something else that will make it stop.  I know some people would find this to be a talking point and engage in conversation and make friends with the people who seem to share a common interest, but we all know I’m socially reatrded when it comes to social networking on the internet so my solution is just to update the name to fit what I do because my typing is not musing, it’s a nice slice of crazy.

I’ve been playing around a lot more on facebook lately and have become quite fond of it, sans the million and one emails I receive everytime someone comments after me on a note, photo, or status update, but I figured how to solve that little problem.  I also discovered my profile or page or whatever it’s called in fb speak, was not private.  Red lights, flags and panic set in but that’s also been taken care of.

I would tell you people about the back to school shopping I did yesterday, but half of you aren’t interested and the other half (the mommies) would think I’m crazy for thinking that I got a bargain when I purchased Ralph Lauren slacks for my 5 yeard old at $20 a pop, but hey, they were marked down from $40 and my little man looked sharp.  M was just happy that she found pants without bell bottoms because as she says “that is soooo three seasons ago mom”.  Yeah, try three or four generations ma. 

Things on the dating front were mute.  WB went moody on me since Friday and I’m not dealing with that much drama when I’ve only known him for like a month, although I will admit I miss him the most.  He’s a charmer when he’s not being all twisty.  My Cowboy, I guess felt neglected or he’s been out fishing too much and I guess finally decided to give me the boot.  Oh, and the boy.  Yeah, haven’t heard from him in ages, yet the fucker manages to randomly pop into my mind at the most inoportune moments and I still haven’t figured out why since it was just a damn fling.  Cocky ass bastards, the three of them.

This is my last week of somewhat normalcy before my schedule goes from busy to insane.  School, school, and more school.  I’m sooo looking forward to it.  I need this to keep my focus off stupid shit, I need it because me being in school is the one of the few times where I get “me” time.  And of course, F.A. money always comes in handy. 

My case of the Mondays is close to non-existant today, but that could be because I’m wearing my 5 inch heels and my make up is flawless.  Also, my anxiety seems to be under control and we all know that’s always a good thing.

How was your weekend?  I want to now all about the shennanigan’s you got yourselves into…

Besitos!

So…remember that list of stuff I was going to do yesterday…well, I got 6 out of 13 so while it’s not quite half…I’m still counting it as a victory.

It turns out I won’t be able to move out anytime soon and I will need a lawyer for the divorce and I figured the issue that needed resolving was not worth the headache but IT’S ALL GOOD.  Life is beautiful.  I paid off what I had to, bought and returned what I had to and dragged the bff along with me to go shopping (holistic way to reduce stress in my book) and I feel goooooood!  (no brazilian, postponed to a visit to mexico since they’re only $8 over there at a spa and they do a better job)

Sooooo, since I’m on a Redbull and sunshine high right now I figured I’d post today’s edition of I LOVE Fridays early:

I LOVE…my new phone and the ghettotastical hot pink zebra print cover I bought for it.  The G1 is amaZing.  You should tots get one.

I LOVE…the new bras I bought @ VS yesterday AND the fact that they were get 2 for $49 (IPEX & BIOFIT)  LOVES IT!

I LOVE…my new outfit and accesories.  For some reason…the jeans at stores like Agaci & Charlotte Russe make my ass and hips look a million times better than designer jeans ever could.  Maybe bcs I actually HAVE ass and hips. 

I LOVE…the weather today.  It’s gorgeous outside…sunny, breezy and cool.  Perfect beach weather.

I LOVE…that I have a date tonight.  It’s something to look forward to.  =)

I LOVE…that it’s FRIDAY!!!

This weekend was crazy.  It was activity filled and left me exhausted as hell.  I just want to crawl back into bed and take a nap.

M was in a pageant/model search.  And no, it was not a Toddler in Tiaras type of event, it was more…casual.  She won “Most Photogenic” “Best Hair” and 2nd runner up plus she gets to compete in the state pageant and I’m not sure how I feel about that. 

I FINALLY got to go out with my BFF.  We hadn’t partied together in eons.  We had a fucking blast.  The end.

Yesterday I spent about 6 hours at the mall.  With the kids. Not shopping for me.  Oh, the sacrifices that come along with motherhood…I kid, I kid.  Kbob got his kick-ass Puma trainers he’s been wanting and I got to window shop for next week when I actually have time to go and buy stuff for me.  Then we headed to Peter Piper Pizza to meet with friends and their kids(think Chuckie Cheese but with delicious pizza and much better games at a much better price) for about two hours and theeeeeen we went to the park. 

I.AM.EXHAUSTED. 

I crashed out at about 10 pm.  I didn’t answer calls or texts after that.  I just ignored the very annoying ringer on my G1 (yes, I have to brag because I oh-so love my new phone) until this morning when I was woken up to the sounds of a rooster as opposed to a “caffeinated rattlesnake”.  Note to google: develop better alarm sounds. kthnxbai

I need to go jogging.  Neeed to.  My body is craving it.  Funny how things that are good for you can also be addicting.  Also, with this new $1.01 tobacco tax starting next week, I’m pretty sure I’m kicking the habit or at least minimizing to only when I go out which is also getting cut back.

And that’s it.  That’s all my body will allow me to spew at the moment.  No intelligible thoughts, no witty banter, no fashion commentary.  Just snooze talk.

How was your weekend?  Do anything fun?

It’s a lonely life.  I sit here reading stories of middle-aged single women and how they “got through” not thinking about being single forever.  Holy hell, those stories are depressing.  Yet I can’t seem to stop reading.  I wonder if they really believe the words they write or if they’re trying to convince themselves more than the reader that they really are ok with being single.
 
I’m 23.  I shouldn’t even be concerned at this point about ending up alone.  When I think about my kids I always come to the conclusion that I want to be alone because I don’t want anyone else bringing their thoughts, morals and values to my family.  I’m happy with my own and that’s enough.  But what happens when they grow up and I’m left alone?  My friends will surely be in relationships by then and I’ll be left to travel the world on my own.  Is it really that bad?  Or will I revel in my freedom?  I’m almost giving myself an anxiety attack thinking about it.  I guess part of it has to do with my mother.  I love her to death, but her life consists of me and my brother, my grandma and my kids.  There are no dinners with friends, or dates or even movie nights alone.  She spends her time remodeling the house, reading the bible and watching novelas with my grandma.  And she is perfectly happy living like that.  And I’m happy for her and I hope if I end up like that I will be as happy as she is, I just hope I dont’ end up dressing like her.  My mom used to be model-esque.  High high heels, dresses, jewelry, always had her hair done.  Now she opts for sensible shoes, vests and mom pants.  How did that happen?
 
Anyway, enough with this depressing crap.  I feel and look fabulous today.  (I wish I had someone who appreciated it)  Sorry, had to sneak that in there.  This blog won’t get posted until tomorrow when I’m all perky and chit.
 
M just called me.  She got 100 on her English midterm.  I can’t even begin to tell you how happy it makes me to know that my kids inherited my intelligence.  When I spoke with Kbob’s teacher yesterday she told me him and this other little girl are her top students.  They are well beyond the other kids in her class, which is why they have both been doing half day pre-k and half day kinder and they really like it.  I just hope my kids’ brightness doesn’t fade later on for whatever reason.  We all know I’ve been dumbed down and I’ll be damned if I let it happen to them.
 
So yeah, now it’s Monday, 4 days after I started this blog.  The weekend has passed and I’m in a better place.  Broke as fuck, but in a better place.  M decided she wanted to go to watch Paul Blart-Mall Cop in Harlingen.  My brother was tagging along and M wanted her dad there too.  So yeah, 5 tickets.  We get there and the damn movie is sold out.  Really?  Yes, really.  Daddy-O has the brilliant idea of wanting to watch My Bloddy Valentine in 3d and the kids got all excited.  Shit.  I’m spending $40 on tickets for a movie that my kids can’t even watch half of.  Great.  Plus we had an hour to spare so M decided she wanted to go eat at a buffet.  On a Sunday.  When plates are like $10 each.  GAH!  These kids kill me.  But all in all the day was great.  Kdub fell asleep half way through so I didn’t have to spend the entire time covering his eyes (and ears) and the movie was ok. 
 
We’ll see how long it takes me to post this blog now.  For all I know it’ll end up being a two week recap.  Oh my. 
 
Ok, finally, a moment to myself on my laptop…

I have a problem.  I’ve become a shopaholic.  No lie.  I was bad before, but I was broke so couldnt’ do much.  Now…I have to buy something everywhere.  It’s bad.  I bought snakeskin bronze Steve Madden pumps.  I had to.  Last pair in my size, $19.99.  And then a Tommy Hilfigger black snakeskin tote jumped out at me.  It was perfect.  The size, the color, I had been looking for one like that for months…and it was on sale for $30, so of course I bought it.  But now…well, I’m thinking about returning the shoes.  But then I feel guilty because they’re such a good bargain.  And now I sit here looking in my closet and I don’t have many clothes to match them so of course that means I just have to go shopping and then I come full circle.  Ugh.

Ok, I’m off to bed to watch The City before I start looking for shit online.

Night.

Greetings, earthlings.  Don’t ask why I said that.  It might be the eggnog.  It might be the tylenol.  It might be the remnants of my brain after attempting to go grocery shopping a couple of minutes ago. 

Seriously, nothing against those of you who keep Christmas with a purpose, but damn, this season seems to bring out the evil moronic spirit in some.  Who really needs to go and buy 20 packs of cookies, ham, cheap beer and donuts at 7 pm and then pay in coins?  I understand you need to buy gifts for the family.  Fine, that’s what the mall and department stores are for.  Leave the grocery store to us who actually have groceries to buy.  Don’t peruse the fucking aisle for an edible stocking stuffer at peak time.  And don’t eyeball me when I say “Excuse me” for the fifth time because I will knock you upside the head.  Or better yet, run over you with my cart.  Oh, and keep your five kids in the basket, next to you or off the middle of the aisles.  It’s not a fucking playground.  It’s a STORE.  You should of left your husband in the wifebeater at home with the rugrats.  Yes, I had mine, but my kids know how to behave:  stay next to the cart, don’t wander off, walk in single file when turning corners and move out of the way if you see someone coming towards where you’re standing.

GAH.  Ok, Christmas rant over.  For now.  I have another one about snot-nosed “high-class” bitches from Mexico coming over.  Osea…hahahaha.  Fuck.

I spent the better part of today fighting people in traffic and at the doctor’s office with Kbob.  He’s fine.  Astoundingly healthy.  No clue as to why his belly hurts every so often and why he breaks out in fevers every now and then without any other symptoms.  I’m just thankful he’s ok. 

I’ve been reading what blogs I can when I have time.  I don’t comment because it takes forever to do it from my phone and everything and its mother is blocked at work.  I hateth it.  But, I have been trying to keep up.

You know what happens when you can’t find your phone and your internet doesn’t work and you can’t find the remote?   Peace.  It’s nice.  I’m considering staying completely off the net at work.  Anything non-work related will wait until I have time.  I’m also considering keeping my phone in my purse while I’m at work.   People who would need to reach me for an emergency have my work number anyway.  It’s nice. 

 Oh, keep your fingers crossed for me.  A position (in the same pay range and category as I have now) came up at work.  I need a change.  Funny thing was I found out about it Friday during lunch.  Only two other people knew.  Well, my HR guy called me into his office this morning and said he heard that I was interested in it and he wanted to make sure I was so they could proceed accordingly.  New travels fast.  Then I ran into the VP of HR in the hallway on my way back to the office.  He asked me if I had talked to HR guy.  He told me he heard “through the rumor mill” that I wanted to leave my department.  What.the.fuck?  Through the rumor mill?  So I had to leave before I got to talk to my boss and I don’t know if I’ll have a job tomorrow at all since it is a rumor mill and it might be seen as me not adjusting well to this new department.  (same job, new department, it got absorbed)  So we shall see what happens. 

Ok chitlins.  I’m off to get my monkeys to bed and flat iron my hair.  If I’m getting fired, you bet your doggone ass I’m gonna do so looking my best.