Monday.

Kim at Newlywoodwards is having her annual thingy about the holidays and it starts today.  But, because I am lame / not creative, I just decided to show what I did last year.  Because I liked them. 

Here is the original post.

Duke it out. Knuckle Sandwich.

 

This blog and our laptop and myself…we’re all in a fight.

I wrote some posts this weekend and scheduled one for bright and early today.

Low and behold, it didn’t publish.

Blast you, Windows Live Writer, and your false claims to being amazing.

I am also fighting with the following:

The bike room for being awesome and full of space leaving me to be forced to make a decision about what to put in there

The pictures from posts dating February 1- last week

My hair for being in that awkward length stage

The amount of time in one day

Massage Heights for being cheap (good thing) but lame (bad thing) and not having any openings

Our apartment office for not emailing me back at my convenience

The online career assessment that I took only to be told I had to pay for the results

The traffic that I know I will encounter trying to drive to Dallas on Friday after work.  Oh, the horror.

My left hamstring for not being as flexible as my right in yoga today.

Welcome to Monday.

Growth

We have sprouts!

Happy Monday!

Monday Morning Coffee...

and missing my brothers

Monday shows himself through a coworker

Lady I work with: [while patting her stomach] You.  You, uh, you got something?

Me: Pardon?

LIWW: You got something to say?  You pregnant?

Me: Um. No.  I am not.

LIWW: Oh!  [giggle giggle giggle] Just checking because it just sort of looks like you are [giggle giggle giggle]

And then I quit my job and ripped all of my hair out.

While I am used to this sort of comment from the 94 billion mothers I have here at work who rarely think about what they are saying to me, this particular person is was seemingly sane enough to know that this is probably not an appropriate thing to say.  I only wish I could write her off as a senile old lady with no filter!

But I do find it funny that as I am reading a book about insecurity, I get this extremely far-fetched crap from someone I think so highly of.  Kiss my grits, lady.

If you are a female, you need to get this book.  It will change your world, I promise.

** I am not fishing for compliments here.  Just, like, think before you say something.  Or something.  And get the book.  Those are my points.**