Showing posts with label vent. Show all posts
Showing posts with label vent. Show all posts

May 5, 2011

These are my confessions....

Usher anyone? I have had a lot of thoughts on my mind lately and without blogging, only my best friend and husband hear them so I'm going to put it out there. Feel free to comment on my confessions or offer up your own. I swear it made me feel much better to get it off my chest. Some are goofy, some are small vents. Don't take anything personally.
  • During the week, I drive from IL to downtown St. Louis to work at my part time job. Every time I realize it's Tuesday, I turn the station to the local rap/r&b station to listen to paternity test Tuesday which always falls during my 20 minute commute. For this, I love Tuesdays.
  • I despise the fact that some people do not send a simple thank you not for gifts. Hello? Did I not take the time to drive 30 minutes to the closest Babies R Us and listen to a mother scream at her kids for touching the breast pads? Did I not pop ibuprofen while I attempting to figure out where the toys you registered for were located? So yes, I feel as though I deserve a $.44 cent stamp and a line or two thanking me for spending my hard earned money and time on your gift.
  • I love writing things in bullet points? It makes me organize and gather my thoughts.
  • Love handles suck. How do you get rid of them? Why must they latch on to my hip bone and and implant themselves for life.
  • Using the excuse that you're busy. Everyone is busy. Life is busy. Get over it.
  • In our pre-cana class (marriage class for all your non-Catholics), a couple from our church that practically invented NFP, spoke to us. They might as well been green with two heads because Tommy and I were all "Um, that's irresponsible." "Have they heard of a new invention called the pill?" "What a dumb method of birth control." Well fast forward 3.5 years and guess who just bought a book on the subject? This girl. I am very interested in the natural factor of it. Then I had a conversation with my sister, that changed my idea of it's effectiveness.
            L: I'm thinking of giving NFP a whirl. Thoughts?
            K: We tried that.
            L: How did it go?
            K: We ended up with Beckett.
  • I was irritated that Barack Obama name dropped Biggie and Tupac during the 2011 White House Correspondents Dinner. Did you do it because there are celebrities in the audience? Did you do it to announce your street cred? And dissing Matt Damon? No, Barack. Just no. I found it quite irritating. At least he announced that for the status of his presidency, the honeymoon is over. Indeed.
  • And I'll end on a high note. Last night I dreamt that I was pregnant...and I told everyone it was Justin Bieber's baby.

Cheers,

Lynsey

October 7, 2009

Woman vs. Time

If only I could stop sleeping maybe I could cross things off my to do list instead of just adding more to it. Anyone have a cure? Don’t say to make lists, prioritize and stick to the schedule. Done, done and done. I am probably the most organized person most people would ever meet. I have a filing system and budget spreadsheets that would knock your socks off. The problem? I work 8 hours a day. I spend a total of 2 hours in my car commuting to and from work. I insist on having a sit down dinner with my husband 90% of weeknights. I feel like I check 2 things off and I add 5 more. That doesn’t make a girl feel productive. I am always tired, I under eat and over stress . Odd thing is I wouldn’t trade my world for someone else’s ever. I would, however, take a million dollar investment to my bank account. The profit margin on this particular investment is low. So low, it’s scientifically proven there’s a 0% rate of return.

I am looking to vent and to hear others vent so please, tell me your bitch story about you vs. 24 hour days.




Cheers,

LT


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