off my chest/off my shoulders

I know we all have times when you just want to shed a weight off your chest (like something that's stressing you out)or throw a load off your shoulders (something making you sad). That's why, periodically, I'm just going to write about something that's ticking me off or weighing me down and hopefully release myself from it.

So here goes a load off my shoulders: I hate that my ex married a girl with the exact same first and middle name! For the longest time it felt like such a slap, even though it was totally illogical.

Whew! That felt good! Unloaded!

Do you have a burden to hurl off? Comment!

i wish...

...I had a sister.

I really do. I wish we had grown up playing together, fighting, commiserating with, competing against, sharing clothes with a sister. I wish we'd drawn a line down the middle of our room and threatened each other if one item was out of place in our side. I wish we'd sneaked out the window at midnight together and spent the whole day at the pool together and hated each other so much but then thought better of it and made up the next day. I wish we'd braided and pulled and curled and cut each other's hair. I wish we'd stayed up all night telling stories and talking about boys. I wish we'd gone shopping and sat all day in the book store reading magazines and buying none. I wish we would have cried when one or the other went to college and promised to call and text and email all the time, then only done it half of the time cuz we just didn't anticipate how having our own lives would have changed us. But then we'd get together for a weekend or over the summer and pick right up where we left off. That's what sisters do. I wish that when our hearts had broken we'd cry on the other's shoulder, then pick up the pieces and put them back together over ice cream and chic flicks. I wish that when we met the one we'd be equally thrilled for the other, and jump up and down screaming like we were 13 year olds winning tickets to see Justin Beiber. I wish we'd be each other's maids of honor and give wonderful speeches, full of inside jokes, at the reception. I wish we'd have our babies and be so proud of each other. We'd love those little chunky monkeys like they were our own. And even if we moved across the state or country or world from each other, we'd always be inseparable. We'd always be sisters, knit together in our hearts.

Sisters and Book, Painting by Iman Maleki
 http://imanmaleki.com/en/Galery/sistersandbook.htm

I wish I hadn't wished so much. I wish I never expected my brother's wives to even be half of what I hoped I could have had in a sister. I wish Baby Brother finds the perfect woman, one who has room for another sister. And last but not least, I wish I marry a man with sisters who understand me, or no sisters at all.

to strangers

How is it that I want to share everything with you, people who do not know me? How is it that I can let down my guard and expose my heart to you, ones who have never met me? How is it that I cannot/will not let the ones who love me most in, but I will open my door to strangers? How is it that I can express myself to you almost uninhibitedly while simultaneously locking myself behind bars of my own creation?

Is it possible that you won't care enough to hurt me? Or perhaps I have kept you far enough out to let you in... As in, I have hidden my identity enough to be anonymous while at the same time completely nonymous. Could it be that I really just want to share this life, to feel that I am not unobserved--that my life will not go unnoticed--to make my unvoiced thoughts and opinions valid?! But this is my own doing! I refuse to let anyone in the real world know me. I hide myself enough to be acceptable, funny, charming, mysterious... But really I am complex, potentially psychotic, possibly unacceptable. There is so much in my mind--things I wish to share, to validate. Do I have no equal? Is there no one worthy of my trust?

I've said too much.

it'd be nice to let down my guard

There are days when I am acutely aware of the thoughts/feelings behind my actions. Until recently, there has been a black band guarding my left ring finger--as if to scare away the bad ones and thereby deter the good ones. But I wish I could change everything about the way I protect myself sometimes, but I'm not ready to drop my guard or my walls. I can't. I won't be hurt again. And despite all the walls I put up to keep people out--to keep them from hurting me--I know there is no way to make that a reality. People will slip through the cracks and into my heart, thereby holding some sort of power over me. Little, unintentional things will hurt me. I can't avoid it. 

And that makes me wonder... are the things I do avoid things I am really missing out on? By limiting my exposure to the world, am I missing opportunities to love and be loved, to enjoy life, to experience a depth of connection that I am currently lacking? 

And you know, I still feel good with that ring on my left hand. It feels safe... and boring. I'd like to forget about being safe, though, and take a risk. But every time I move the ring, I remember what it's like to cry myself to sleep, to be betrayed, to know that I am not valuable in the eyes of the one I love, and I never want to experience that again. So the ring goes back to the left, my heart goes back behind bars, and I am safe again. But the question always lingers, "Is it really worth it?"

uninspired dreamer

My new room does not inspire creativity. This new house does not have a creative spot in it anywhere. This neighborhood does not contain a creative area within 3 blocks! I'm feeling rather blah lately. So yeah, I'm really missing my second story apartment. I may just have to take my computron to work with me, so I can stare out the window at the beautiful architecture all around to be inspired to write something. Heck, I can hardly write a facebook status update anymore. What am I going to do?

i've been thinkin'

I know, it's pretty dangerous when I start thinking! But I've been doing a lot of that lately. haha... That kind of implies that I didn't spend much time thinking before... which isn't true. I guess the subject of my thoughts is what's changed. I have a lot of thoughts that I want to share, and some thoughts that should just stay in my head. But one of those thoughts that runs through my mind often is this blog. I've wanted to write several times and even thought about subject matter, but somehow it fades by the time I get home from work.

Speaking of which, I haven't really written anything of late for that exact reason. Starting a new job is stressful regardless of whether or not there is a smooth transition. Especially in this position. I'm in my 6th week of training and I still have 6 weeks to go before I'm "all trained in." I'm glad I've already had a background in HR to prep me for all this subject matter. But even taking that into consideration, this is still stressful! And come to think of it, I've only lived in this new location for 3 months. Moving is stressful, too. I haven't made many friends yet, even though I lived here most of my childhood and teenage years. Everything has changed and most of my old friends are gone by now. Making friends can be hard when you're starting over for the first time in a long time...

Now I'm not saying these things are bad. They are actually very good! It's great to be out of my dead-end job, commuting 103 miles a day (or 76 miles at my old apartment). It's good to be out of the old atmosphere, thinking about my dead-end ex every day. It's good to be starting over.

So I guess I need your help/input. Have you ever started over? How did you make friends? Did you meet a man and fall in love :D? Does he have a brother/son ;D? I need some advice here ladies! Help me get back in my groove. Oh, and thanks for sticking around and waiting for me to get my act together and come back to the bloggy world.

whirlwinds

So everything has pretty much changed since the last time I wrote on here. It all happened so fast, I've just been caught up in the twister. Really, I should have been blogging you all right through it, but then, my life is more interesting to me than it is to you, I'm sure! Plus also, (as Junie B. Jones would say :) it's summer and I'd rather be in my pool than tooling around on blogger. Sorry!

Anyway, I'm sure you're all dying to know about all of these changes, right?! Well, it started with me applying for some jobs. Then a few weeks later (if that) there was a phone call to set up a phone interview. Gulp! I waited... They said they would e-nail me by the end of the week either way. They called 3 hours later. After that there was a personal interview (in front of a panel, no less!). Then there was the wait! They called my boss for a reference check, and she, of course, said wonderful, amazing things about me and probably got me the job. I hope I can live up to her stellar reference... I love her! :D And I miss her too :'(. Most bosses wouldn't do that. But she knew I was not up for driving 2 hours a day any longer than I had to.

So my last day at the old job was last Wednesday. I have now completed 2 days of orientation at my new job and 2 days of training. Well, I'm ready now for anything, right? Wrong. This position requires twelve weeks of training. That's right, count 'em. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 12!! Yikes! But I'm sure I'll be uber prepared by then. I'd rather be over trained than make a lot of mistakes. 


And speaking of making mistakes, I can't make the one of staying up too late before work. I'll try to be more active in the bloggy world again and get back to reading your blogs, too! 

flashing before my eyes

Do you ever suddenly feel pretty darn old? Every time I roll my eyes at a teenager or see a couple who's younger than I am with a minivan and two children, I feel old. Of course, the fact is, I'm not really that old. Heck, I'm still in my mid-twenties! Maybe just the fact that I am no longer on the bottom of the totem poll is making me realize that I'm no kid anymore.

For example, last night my friend and I were out on the town. As we walked down the street, we saw a group of teens walking around with big name badges and matching tee-shirts. They were giggling and flirting and bee-bopping down the sidewalk in one giant swarm of youth conferencyishness. For a second, my friend and I were annoyed by their OMGing and generally loud demeanor. But then we remembered that, 10 years ago, we were the same way. And in that moment, I felt a little old. It's hard to believe that I'm already 10 years from matching tee-shirt youth conferences.

I think the reason behind this is that I have reached very few of the "normal" milestones for adulthood. Let's see, 1. I have a full-time job. 2. I have graduated from college. 3. I own a car (and I have since I was a teenager. Maybe that one doesn't count.) 4. ...Well, that's all she wrote, folks. I can't think of a fourth one. Maybe I'd start feeling like I belong in my 26 years if I had my own place or if I were married or had kids or something. Or maybe time just really does pass that fast. I guess pretty soon I'll be dead. x-(

tired

i'm so tired of trying
i put this black ring on my finger
cuz i'm tired of lying
around, sitting here waiting
for someone to fly in
and sweep me off my feet
this life is not a fairy tale
and it's not fair as far as I can tell
cuz it's the ones who gave me hell
who are living the life I wanted, well
the life i think i wanted
or thought, because this life is not
what i thought it would be
now is time to wake up and see
that there's no such things as
happily ever after endings

changes, changes

So I moved. I'm now living with Army Wife and Husband. Soon Army Husband will be shipping out (just to the next state) and it will be just us chicas (plus Little Brother who is living in the basement somewhere. He occasionally peeks his head out.) She'll be shipping out sooner or later also, but that's well in the future. For now, I'll just enjoy my Adventure in Suburbia.

Anyway, if I seem scarce lately, it's because I just moved and I drive 103 miles to and from work a day. I'm tired when I get home and I guess I don't really have anything to give by then, not even to my blog. Besides, I'm still unpacking boxes and totes. But hopefully I can find a job in the area soon and things will become more settled. Until then I'll just be gathering the bloggy ideas in my head, maybe writing them down on paper so I can spit 'em out again here. See you cats later!

hate crimes--punishment based on motives?

I've been thinking about it lately... is it fair to punish so-called "hate crimes" more harshly than "regular" crimes? Who decides when it becomes a hateful crime? Is it less wrong to commit a crime with non-hateful intentions? Are "hate crimes" mere political jargon? If so, then why and to what end?

Now you be the judge. Which crime is worse?

Burning a church because the pastor offended you or burning a church because they are Christians?
Assaulting a man because he did not return the money you loaned him or assaulting a man because he is gay?
Slashing someone's tires because she is dating your ex or slashing someone's tires because she is black?
Shooting a child because she was in the way of your drive-by or shooting a child because she is Muslim?

And who determines what is hateful? Is it hateful to believe that homosexuality is wrong? When does hating become a crime in itself? Where do you draw the lines? Is putting a Koran in a toilet a hate crime? It has been charged as one. Is putting a Bible or the Book of Mormon or the Talmud in a toilet a hate crime? Is a crucifix in a jar of urine a hate crime? No, Piss Christ is a "work of art." 

So who determines what is a hate crime? What do you think?

terrible beauty

Today I was shopping at one of my favorite stores, Target, when I was drawn to the pajama area. I love jammies. They are my weakness... Well, one of them. I grabbed a pair of yellow flowered boxers and a ribbed blue tank. "Perfect summer pj's," I thought. As I put them in my basked, I saw a skimpy, white, little thing. It was so pretty and sexy. I wished, "I hope I will need that some day." 

Then I realized. I'm stuck somewhere between being the girl who, in her desperation, buys the lingerie even though she has no need for it and the girl who buys whatever she pleases, just because she likes it not caring what anybody thinks. I am neither of those girls. Desperation looks terrible on me, and I'm still not ready to give up and get 7 cats.

So here's to hoping that maybe someday I'll just need that pretty little thing.

six word saturday

I'm 26 now, so let's party! 

every smile lies

Every smile lies in the shadow of many tears. There is no hope. All is in vain.

odd one out

Have you ever felt like you don't belong? Do you ever feel guilty when you know you didn't do anything wrong? I was feeling both of those things today.

For some reason I constantly feel like I'm so "young" compared to other people my age... and not in a good way. It's more like a late-bloomer type of feeling. I'm going to be 26 this month and I really haven't reached any of the societal "norms" for people my age. I'm not married or even dating. I don't have any kids. I don't own a house. I don't even have my own place. I don't really have a career. Heck, I don't even have a pet! Where do I belong, then? I'm not a college student anymore. I'm certainly not in high school. But I'm also not a parent, or even a part of a young married couple. I'm single, but I'm not a career girl. So what am I? Who am I?

So that being said, I really have no responsibilities. Yeah, it's kinda nice, but at the same time, it makes me feel guilty. I see other people my own age struggling to care for families and children. They are investing time and energy into their marriage relationships. They are paying mortgages on houses. I do none of those things and it makes me feel like I'm irresponsible or something. I realize that it's ridiculous to feel this way, but that doesn't change how I feel. It's like feeling bad for eating food knowing that there are starving people in the world. Not eating won't make it any better for them, but it seems like you have to make up for the loss in some way.

People always ask me, "So what do you want to do with your life? What career are you interested in?" That's one of those questions that you should make up an answer to. Telling people, "Well, all I ever really wanted to be is a wife and mother," is not exactly a popular response. It may be the truth, but it sure does sound desperate.

I know my position in life shouldn't define me. I know I bear no guilt because I can watch tv at night while others have to lull babies to sleep. I know I'm not a bad person because I wake up later since I'm the only one I have to get ready in the morning. But knowing doesn't make me feel any more worthy or belonging.

Well, time flies and the years flash right before my eyes. Sounds like a good beginning to a poem. Maybe it will make an appearance on rooftop harmonies. Anyway, rooftop melodies is turning one year old tomorrow. I can't believe it's been so long. Then at the same time, it doesn't feel that long at all. At the same time as so much has changed, it seems like not much has changed at all.

Part of me feels like I should have done a massive giveaway and invited all my bloggy friends to a party and had fireworks and fanfare. But the other part of me remembers why I started this blog--I love to write. Also, I need an outlet for all the craziness that goes on inside my head on a daily basis. So I decided against the giant party, cool giveaway (sorry), and party favors.

Instead I decided to celebrate rooftop melodies' birthday with a little allergic reaction. That's right. I ate some super nasty food (note to self, "AVOID THE 'BEAR'S DEN AT ALL COST!'") at some middle-of-nowheresville restaurant on Sunday night and ever since my whole body has been itching continuously. It feels like a fiery, burning itch that comes from the inside. I have had to go to the bathroom at work and pretty much strip so I could scratch away. It's a good thing we have a one-person bathroom! It could be a little disturbing if there were other people there. And really, this isn't what I wanted to or was planning on writing about for the completion of my first blogging year, but I'm so consumed by this itch, that I can't really think about anything else. 


Well, I'm going to throw on my jammies and hop into bed and hopefully by the time our actual birthday rolls around tomorrow, I'll be itch free. Good night friends, and pass the hydrocortisone! 

esta es una novela

The sound of slamming doors resonates in my ears. Not real slamming doors, though, just the literal sound that the proverbial door would make as it slams shut in my face. I did this to myself, you know.

But that's how life is, right? You walk toward the door to see if it's the way you should go. If it stays open to let you pass through, then you know that was not a misstep. However, when the door closes, you look for another option. Unfortunately,  if you throw a little deception into the mix, add a few people--new and old--then shake it up really well, you will undoubtedly get a disastrous combination, which, when left to simmer, will always result in slamming doors.


I hate drama. Or so I like to say. I'm not sure if I believe myself, seeing as I always seem to end up with a double helping of it. I think I secretly crave the stuff...

Oh, and in other news, my mother was right. I really cannot be expected to expound on this topic, as it is just too harsh of a reality. Honestly, it needs some time to sink in. Even then, my pride may not be able to handle conversing about the subject. You know, he has a very volatile countenance, and can be agitated easily. If allowed, he will suffer unmitigatedly over the smallest things. He will lash out in his own defense as if it were the last and only thing he owned. Yes, my pride is an unruly little bugger. I think we should just leave him alone right now. Maybe we'll revisit this subject after he's had his Prozac.

Speaking of medication, I really should take my allergy meds. If I don't, my ears will snap, crackle, and pop as if they were enjoying a hearty helping of Rice Crispies. It makes wallowing in my misery all the more difficult while I'm attempting to sleep. I simply cannot be distracted by allergy ears when I have such important things going on!


I have a Bible study to lead tomorrow night. I was planning on studying it last night along with tonight. Unfortunately I changed my life from the Devotion channel to the all-night Super Novela channel, where we say and mean, "Mas drama que nunca!" But something inside of me insists that Bible study can only be good for me, especially right now. I'm going to give it a try. I had better prepare my pride first though, as he's sure to have his toes stepped upon. 

six word saturday

Working now, then hopefully movie time!

It's been almost a year since I started my bloggy journey and a lot has changed. Jordan no longer lives next door. I miss his rooftop melodies that this blog was named for. I never had a chance to really talk to Jordan, but sometimes I dreamed of being his friend; of stretching out next to him on the roof adjacent to his apartment as he strummed softly on his guitar. I wish we had become friends. I think we would have had fun.

I don't cry very much now. Maybe I've moved on. Actually, I know I have. It hasn't been as much as I would have liked, but every step counts. I'm happy now. I have no complaints. I have many fears, but I know my life is good and I can't help but be thankful for the blessings I experience. Sometimes I even remind myself that it is possible to be thankful for the failures, too. See, I would never be who I am today were it not for my mistakes. Every misstep has impacted my life in such a way that I have to change. I have to see something new about myself every time I fall. I have learned that the world is not always good or kind, but this life is worth it.

I still struggle, don't get me wrong. There's not a day that goes by when I don't think, "Will I ever be in love? Is there somebody out there for me? Will I have the chance to have my own family?" It's all I've ever dreamed of, the only end I've ever strived for. I hope, but don't hold my breath. I know. That sounds over dramatic. Well, it might be, but there's no sense in holding out for something that may or may not happen. And heck, maybe my day will come, but it might not be for another 5 years. There's no need to live every day hoping for something that's still not on the horizon.

Now as my blog approaches it's first birthday I think of where I've been and how far I've come. Rooftop melodies will soon be moving from the window of my second story apartment to the window of my second floor room in a huge 5 bedroom house. Soon I'll stare out upon a yard full of grass and the sparse foliage that comes with a newer development. But the song won't change. So stay tuned. Spring is in full bloom and summer love is just around the corner. Oh, and I'll need you to help me celebrate rooftop melodies' first birthday.

mixed messages

Am I the only one who is confused by this sign? It's right outside of my house, by the way.

weight on my shoulders

Do you ever feel like people are expecting you to attain the impossible while at the same time holding your eventual failure over your head? And as soon as you do fail, you will immediately be hit with the harsh consequences of your impending mistake. That's how I feel lately. I can't win. I should just quit before the other shoe drops.

i don't know what to say

Well, the title says it all. And I'm sure it was obvious, but I really haven't had anything to say lately. I used to think about things to write daily. I would mentally write wonderful and interesting posts in my mind throughout the day. But now everything has changed. I can't think of much to say, and what does come to mind is the same old thing, same old nightmares that just want to spill onto my blog's page. I'm tired of talking about the same old nightmares and I'm sure you're tired of hearing about them....

So yeah. other than that I think I really need a bloggy makeover. Does anybody know of a good (cheap) designer? Come on, friend, help a blogger out!

You know what else is crazy and amazing? During my laziness/absence I have accrued 2 followers. Not one but two! Really, who does that? Apparently they must see something redeeming in me--even though my recent posts aren't half the caliber of my first posts. Gosh, I love you people! LOVE YOU!!!


Speaking of which, people love me, too. Namely, Raine, from True Confessions of  Single Mother. She made me the winner for her Pay it Forward contest and she got me an awesome notebook with a sparrow on the front of it, which is super cool, because I love sparrows. I even just bought some plaques for the bathroom wall complete with sparrows. So now I have to look for a winner for my own "Pay it Forward" contest. Watch out, it could be you! Hey, there are no rules, so I can choose anybody I want to! :-D

Well, this post has taken me several hours to write, and it's still not even that good. I'm going to have to put more effort into this writing thing now, as it's just not coming that easily anymore. It's been good, but now I have to sleep. Yeah, I have to work (coherently) tomorrow.

I am trying mobile posting

I am trying mobile posting for the first time. We'll see how this works...

stick 'em up!

my new Nike Free 7.0's are awesome!

wouldn't want to lose that flab, now, would I?!

true story--->

spring

Go read my springy poem at rooftop harmonies, because I really like it, and I wrote it just for you!

holiday discrimination

Have you ever noticed that every holiday can have its moment in the sun, except for Christmas? I say this because I just checked out the peeps website. Why is the Christmas peep known just as "holiday?" That is the biggest load of BS I have ever heard! Easter, Valentine's Day, and Halloween are all allowed their proper names. But Christmas is simply called "holiday." Are they not all freaking holidays? What is Peeps so afraid of? Are they Christmas haters? Do they not believe in Jesus or Santa Clause? Is Christmas "the one of whom we do not speak" or something? The least they could do is call it "winter" or "season of joy" or something equally puke-inducing, yet descriptive. Sigh. I'm so sick of political correctness! I realize the point of being politically correct is not to offend any one, but did anybody ever consider that people might be offended by completely ignoring something that is important to them?

stick 'em up!

Hmmmm... Doesn't get much better than these side effects, right?

Somebody please tell me. I'm tired of being angry. 

I LOVE John Mayer's new album, Battle Studies. Go check it out--http://www.johnmayer.com/.

three things thursday

So here's another Three Things Thursday. If you want, leave your three things in the comments. Today's subject:

Three movies that I loved as a child

1. Peter Pan. Couldn't live without it... I'm actually not talking about the cartoon one, either (I really liked that one, too, though). My aunt had a tape of the play, with some female character playing Peter. When I got older, though, I thought a female Peter was just creepy and it became my least favorite version. You know, I really liked every version of Peter Pan that I ever saw... Good story!
2. The Rescuers. I rented this movie every time I had the opportunity. Consequently, back in those days we barely owned a tv. We had to rent a VCR, too. Usually neither the VCR nor the tape was in great condition. Anyway, back to The Rescuers... they rocked! Poor Penny! That stinkin' evil lady was awful and scary, not to mention those crocodiles! They were the worst villains evah!
3. Aladdin. My baby bro and I watched that VHS countless times. No really. I believe there were days when we even watched it more than once. heh heh.... Arabian niiiiiiights are hot like Arabian daaaaaaays!!!

So I just thought of something I always did when watching a movie with Baby Bro. After watching all the previews, a screen would pop up saying, "Feature Presentation." Baby Bro was quite excitable as a little kid, so I would turn to him, grab him by the shoulders and shout, "Feature presentation, Baby Bro!! It's starting! I'm so excited!" And possibly jump up and down or body slam him into the couch. hahaha... Good memories. Aw, BB is turning 19 this month and I can't believe he's not a little guy anymore. Kinda sad...

stick 'em up!

slothful saturday

Since I've been sick for about a week and a half now, I decided that I would do absolutely nothing today. Well, maybe I cannot state that I am doing nothing absolutely. Really that would be impossible, unless I were to die, that is. And even then I would be decomposing, slowly. But I digress.

Anyway, in an attempt to relax completely, I decided that today would be "No-Pants Saturday." My prudish roomy put the kibosh on that one in its early moments, though. So now it's just "Boxer-Shorts Saturday." Stinkin' Athletic Roomy. (In a side note, though, I did catch a glimpse of myself, pantsless, in my oversized sweatshirt, with my kangaroo pocket weighed down by my cell phone, and it was quite disturbing. I guess Athletic Roomy has a point.)

So this brings me to a conversation I had with the roomies on Thursday night. Pretty Roomy stated that I woke her with my coughing the other night. Then I felt really bad. I don't want to wake my friends while they're sleeping so I decided it was time for some medication. I went to my local Dollar Savvy Grocery Store where I roamed the medication isle. There were tons of boxed and bottled medications to choose from , but I have a problem. Cough and cold medications really put me out. No, really. I know Nyquil is supposed to make you sleep, but it's not supposed to last for 32 hours. And that's exactly what it does to me. Even Dayquil is too much for me. It makes me so groggy that I can't function properly. This is the reason that I almost never take any cold medications. After reviewing all of the cough/cold medications at the store, I decided that I already have the only med that I can take at home (Phenylephrine aka decongestant) so I justed skipped the medications and went to the liquor store. My mom told me that blackberry brandy does wonders for a cold, so I bought a half pint, took some ibuprofen, decongestant, and a big swig of incredibly awful tasting brandy. Hopefully no roomies were disturbed that night. Also, I do believe I felt more rested the next morning. Who needs pharmaceutically concocted medication anyway?

Speaking of which, I feel rather a lot like poo right now, so I think I'll go get myself a swig of my homeopathic cold happy juice. 

three things thursday

So here I go again, for the second time. I'll post a topic, then list three things to go with it.

Three things that cost me too much money:

1. My fast-food habit... I really need to cut that out, but if you refer to my Sticky Note Tuesday, you will see that I was too lazy to go grocery shopping when I had time. 
2. Gas! Driving a minimum of 400 miles a week really adds up. I wish I worked from home... Don't you think I could telecommute to my busy HR office job?
3. Speeding tickets! Gosh I hate people tellin' me what to do! How dare they say that I should only go 55. I really like 70 better... Unfortunately, police officers did not agree with me and I have paid all-together way too much because I can't get my lay-Z booty outa' bed in time for work. 

What about you? Leave me some comment love... for what have you paid too much?

stick 'em up!

Yeah, it's late. I know. I get it... I'm behind the times. I was going to post last night and schedule and all of that, but I went straight to bed after I got home from work. But anyway, without further ado, here are my better-late-than-never stickies!

six word saturday

It's time to share my life in six words. Here goes!

After a year, she's finally here!

So my Peruvian sister is finally here. I haven't seen her since I visited in Peru last January. AND her brother is coming tonight from New York. They haven't seen each other in probably 8 years, so it's going to be one big happy family reunion. Unfortunately she's not feeling well right now, so I hope she can catch up on some sleep and start feeling better by the time everybody gets her. 

Have a great Saturday, friends, and go play along:

what the heck is that?

And now... we're going to play the "What the Heck is That?" game. It's pretty easy to figure out. Here's how it goes: first I show you a super up-close (for lack of a more specific word) then I will show you the full picture. Maybe someday I'll make a give-away from it, but this one is just for fun! Here goes.