dream journal

It appears that I'm remembering my dreams lately.  Aside from that tramp Guggenmos trying to steal my man I've also had dreams about poison dart frogs and very specifically the yellow and black dart frogs.  My dream book didn't have an entry about dart frogs but I'm assuming it means that my enemies will bake me poisoned chocolate cake.

Last night I had the dream that I lost my job, everyone was laid off and it was done.  I think I've had this one a couple times now and even though we keep chugging along at work it seems like this one might become reality soon enough.  

damn you guggenmos!

I had a dream the other night that Zac was studying with another student named Emily Guggenmos and at some point they picked me up. I was sitting in the front passenger seat, Emily was driving and Zac was sitting right behind me.  While we were going who knows where I realized I liked this girl and thought she was pretty cool.  During the drive, Emily was telling me how great Zac was and she reached back to grab Zac's hand. Well she didn't really let go and she kept holding his hand.  We stopped at a bank and as Zac and I are waiting for Emily to finish her bank business I tell Zac that it's ok she's been holding his hand because it's very European.

ummmm...wtf?....

Oh and for those of you that don't live in Tucson...which would probably be everyone that reads this blog, Emily Guggenmos is a local newsperson and is married to another newscaster named Lou Raguse.  His name makes me laugh. 

they are in their 30's and they act like little brats

Back in college I became friends with 5 girls.  We all came from different parts of the state and by hanging out with each over the years we moved to various places and have come to know each others families and friends. 

A few years ago a friend of a friend got us all together for a homecoming for one of the 5 girls.  During this outing we met more friends of friends and added them on facebook and so on.

Now three friends of friends that weren't even part of the original group are fighting.  They are done with one of the girls.  I liked that girl that they don't want to be friends with anymore.  Now one of them has asked us not to be friends with that girl on facebook anymore.

It's all so dumb and immature and I think all three are to blame for their ridiculous relationships.  AND I don't like being told who I can and can't be friends with.  I've been through this before and it's all about communicating with how people hurt your feelings and how you discuss and approach it.  Some people you aren't meant to be friends with but if you never talk about how you feel the other person will never know either.

i broke it

my laptop's fan is super loud.  zac keeps telling me i broke it and that i break all technology or something like that.   i'm hoping the geniuses at the store can fix it and i can have a quiet computer again.

my teeths of wisdom have been yanked out of my mouth.  the anesthetic they gave me started wearing off and i felt the ripping of bone across my mouth.  it hurt like a bitch.  i'm not exactly sure what a bitch hurts like but i'm pretty sure that is how it felt.  i was counting down the seconds to when i could take painkillers.  afterwards i looked like someone tried to strangle me i was bruised all over my neck and face.  it wasn't pretty.  i still have pain in my lower jaw. and i'm still whining.

work is being dumb again. 

the state is on fire. we can't go camping. 

off to bed.  

turns out i'm pretty damn good at watching tv

not that any of you had any doubts.

i really have nothing of importance to say but in hopes that some day someone reads my blog in wanting to figure out the real me they'll know that i excelled at watching tv and sucked at grammar and everything else.

this computer is pissing me off.  i press the return button and it's like it ignores me.  maybe it's apple's way of saying i'm not good enough to be using this computer. or it gets scared that i'm typing more than a facebook status. i'm making it work too hard.

not to change the subject or anything but i'm changing the subject now. i've decided to reread harry potter again...i had to emphasize that this isn't the first time reading the books. i'm on the 2nd book so far.  i like to set small attainable goals for myself.  

things that scare me....1...if i were to have a baby i'd be afraid that i wouldn't be able to hold it in the same position for longer than a couple minutes. the kid would be so uncomfortable with me. i'm sure nice people, and by that i mean girls, will say that will all change when you have your own kid and you'll never want to let go of your kid...blah blah blah....alls i know is that when daisy sits near me or puts her head on my lap i start to focus on it and then i want her off me. it's too much, my leg needs to move, i have an itch on my knee or all of sudden i really need to do something else. now don't take this as i want kids, it's just something i've thought about. b.....um...i'm bored with this section now.

for cinco de mayo we had nachos at work.  even though i love nachos i found it a bit racist.  i mean come on...at least they could give us some coronas and bean burritos and go all the way.  no...instead we get nachos along with costco salsa and guacamole. don't half ass it, but in a way i guess it makes sense right....we're in america and we'll celebrate a mexican battle and call it mexico's independence day so that we can feel justified drinking mexican beers at happy hour when in mexico people don't even give a damn.  but the best part of it is that we also celebrated once de mayo. since our traveling president couldn't celebrate cinco de mayo with us our hr dept decided to host a sonoran dog lunch.  before you get all jealous or upset because this is even more racist now....just you wait....our sonoran hotdogs were delivered via roachcoach and we had tables set out under the parking structure so we had shade. oh yeah baby we were ghetto!  we brought the southside to an eastside parking lot just so our president could try a sonoran hotdog.  i'm still convinced he was too afraid to travel to the southside by himself.

there is a farty mcfartster in the living room and i'm pretty sure when he says he's sorry-he's lying.

and on that note i'll say adieu.

i've gone and did it....

i made an appointment for a consultation to get my wisdom teeth pulled out. 

i look forward to being knocked out, pain killers, and dry socket.

why must people share?

I hate people that share their email addresses, facebook pages, and other stuff that people share for no good reason. 



Really....how hard is it to create two different email addresses?

And why do couples need to share a facebook page? Absolutely pointless.