Everything happens for a reason!

Yesterday was an odd day. I got laid off for the first time ever. Egh. It really wasn't shocking but it shocked me nonetheless. Make sense? We are in a recession and unfortunately, the company I work for relies on the sale of their homes to be the bread and butter. No sales, time for layoffs. I wasn't the first to go and I'm sad thinking I am probably not the last either.


After hugging my supervisor, I sat in my car and cried for a few moments. I cried for her, isn't that odd? I know how difficult it was for her to have to tell me and I let her know that I understood the circumstances.


Then I picked up my kiddos, came home, made them an awesome dinner, played X-Box with them, bath time, bed time... and then spent several hours reading "How To Stop Worrying & Start Living" by Dale Carnegie. (-- Perfect timing on the majority of the true stories in there, btw...)


And here I am. Third cup of coffee. Polishing up my resume to post on monster.


My current employer has been kind enough to keep me on for an additional 2 weeks so that I can find another job. What kind of job am I going to get? I have no clue. I've been in the industry for almost 10 years and the thought of venturing outside of it is scary as hell. Problem is, the economy is so crappy right now that I don't believe that I have a choice but to do so.*eek*


Everything happens for a reason. My current job pretttttttty much sucks fuzzy donkey parts. I love the company, hate my job. So they are actually doing me a favor I suppose. There isn't anywhere else within the company for me to move so leaving it is.


Am I worried? Of course... I've got 3 angels to support. But I know that I will find something. I'm not above wiping down tables and emptying trash cans to take care of my kids.


My coffee's cold, gotta go.

Dirty little secret.

Memo to men: WE DON'T GET YOU EITHER

I'm not sure what kind of woman-law I'm breaking by divulging that tidbit of information, but there you have it. I'm willing to suffer the consequences, someone had to tell you! And what better women then moi?

I know that women are supposed to have super-natural powers. After all, we have eyes on the back of our head and can foresee the future.

But, dagnabbit... We can't figure you out! There are lots of things that we can't seem to wrap our brains around, but here are a few important ones that you must know.

What The X Chromosome Doesn't Understand About The Y Chromosome

*Why you freak out when we cry. Unless you called us fat, it's probably not your fault. In other words, you are the good guy - embrace the moment!! And if you'd like to stay the good guy, hug us and pretend that we look adorable with raccoon eyes.

*The lack of communication. Women need to feel connected to their mate and communication is the key. (Write that down for future reference.

Communication = Key to our parts... eh.. hearts.) If you ignore us for a few days and then want to "coddle", it's not happening. We don't make out with strangers, get it?

*Sports. Period. Basketball, blah. Baseball, blah. Racing, blah. Hockey, blah. Bloody UFC fights, double blah. Listen, to make it fair - for every sporting event you subject us to, you have to watch a chick flick with us. Fair? Fair.

*How you can call the house 'clean' when it hasn't been swept, vacuumed, mopped or dusted. Placing the newspaper into a tidy pile does not constitute clean. (Write that one down too, it will come in handy the next time your mother in law visits!)

You're welcome.

Now tell her you're sorry for what ever you did or didn't do.

C.B.D.

Yesterday was a “cry baby day” for me.

I don’t have CBD’s very often, my skin has grown thick over the years and I’ve learned to let things just roll off my dainty shoulders.

Not yesterday though. *blink blink*

The worst part about it all was the water works turned on at work at about 8:45 a.m. and didn’t shut completely off until about 10:15 p.m.

Do you have any idea how hard it is to hide this kind of episode from your co-workers?

Me: *sniff*

JG: Wassa’ matter Sunshine?

Me: I think I’m gettin’ a cold.

JG: Oh, okay.

Me: *sniff*

JG: That sucks that you are getting sick.

Me: *sniff* Yep. ::dabbing eyes with rough toilet paper::

JG: …are you … crying? *blink blink*

Me: ::water works on full blast::

JG: What is it? *concerned look*

Me: WAHHHHH!!!!

Yea… so that’s pretty much how my entire day went. One cry baby episode after another. (O_o)

I must say though, I slept like a (cry)baby!

Life Is Too Short To:

Fight with family

Not give love another chance

Hate your job

Regret your past

Not blog about horrible first dates

Withhold compliments

Waste sunshine

Dream & not do

Let your toes go unpolished

Worry about what you can't control

Expend extra energy on foes

Forget your neighbor's name

Not forgive & forget

Me

Dear Lying Boys

Dear Lying Boys,

I've reached a milestone in my dating "career" and I've decided that there's no better time then now to lay down some rules.

* Under no circumstance is it okay to lie about your marital status. Engaged = married in my book. And I have NO problem spilling the beans to your wife/fiancee/girl friend.

* If you are missing any noticeable appendages, please forewarn me. It's the polite thing to do.

* NEVER brag about how much money you make on a first date. Otherwise, I will be forced to order the most expensive items on the menu.

* Lying about your height is a no-no. If I can look you in the eyes while in flip flops, you are not 5'6". You are a semi-midget who wears garanimals from Wal-Mart.

* However thick headed you may be, please take notice of my body language. The "Deflect A Jerk" stance is as follows: Arms folded squarely across my chest, head tilted at an unflattering angle & a scowl smeared across my forehead. Trying to kiss me will only get you hurt.

* CHEW WITH YOUR MOUTH SHUT. Seriously, I can't believe I have to even say that but... there it is. There's nothing more disgusting then seeing your half chewed pastrami sandwich from across the table.

* Speaking poorly of your ex's will only add you to my "Jerks to blog about" list. I don't do it, you shouldn't either.

* Answering your cell phone during dinner is rude. If you do this to me, I will be texting the following to my Cousin J & my girly friend J.G. from the rest room : I think I hate him a little bit. Help..!

* Sex is not appropriate dinner conversation. ESPECIALLY on a first date. ..rude rude rude..

* Know that I do an intrusive background investigation on each one of you. If you've been in trouble, I'm going to find it. ;) Not only am I nosy as to your behavior in the past, but I'm curious about what you may be on probation for currently.

* When there are painful lags in the conversation, please do not leave it to me to fill the gaps. Unless you want to hear about how much I love my garden, think of something to say quickly.

* DO NOT SCORE ME while on the phone (augh) during dinner with your friend. Hearing "Oh, I'd give her a 7 1/2 on looks and... uh... ::insert eye googling my boobs face here::... a 9 on personality, making her an 8 3/4" is not okay!

* Getting wasted on a first date is unacceptable behavior. Going to the bathroom to powder my nose is potentially going to end in me burning rubber on my way out of the parking lot while you nurse your 7th beer waiting for my return.

And for the love of everything holy, do NOT ask me how many dates we have to go on before you get to see me naked. >.<