Ack!

This is me at work today.

Waxy's Dargle

I've decided to take up the fiddle. I've been thinking about it for years, and there really hasn't been anything to hold me back, so I figured now is as good a time as any. So, voila! Behold my new fiddle. Actually, after one down payment followed by 12 months of modestly priced monthly installments, it'll be mine. I want to play Irish music. Nothing but jigs and reels. Real knee slappers. It's from Czechoslovakia. Not exactly Irish, but a good start. I'm so pumped. The only problem is my dog howls like a wolf when I play. Ferociously. How do I get around this?

Because I woke up in a much better mood this morning and am enjoying my large triple-triple Tim Hortons coffee, today I will list the sites on the web that I look at everyday and make me smile. (Insert schmaltzy sunshiney happy music...)

http://www.thingsmyboyfriendsays.com/

http://www.dailymilo.blogspot.com/

http://www.etsy.com/

http://www.faildogs.com/

There are many more, but this is just a start. I don't want to overload the world with the joyful, amusing, yet potentially sickening things that make me smile on a daily basis. That would be wrong.

Time Out

Just because I woke up with a colossal migraine this morning, I've decided to list the newest additions to my pet peeves list. It's not like it's a list I've got written down somewhere, seething with rage, like a manifesto. It's just something that occurs to me now again, like when someone is rude to me on the subway and I think to myself, "Gotta add that to the list". If I had an actual list I think I'd have serious problems. But since I don't have a list, I don't feel quite so psychotic writing down the things that have begun to annoy me recently.


-Migraines.

-People bringing in their kids/babies to work.

-Being forced to converse/ooh-ahh/care about work babies.

-How people with kids can come and go as they please at work, however people with legitimate doctor's appointments have to fight for the time off.

-Being made to jump out of the way while walking on the sidewalk when a mother and her buggy come strolling along + the sense of entitlement that I feel emanating from these mothers merely because they have a child. Wow, you had a kid. Bravo. Listen to my clapping. You only did what billions of women have been doing for eons before. What the F makes you think you're so GD special?

I like this picture because when I'm around the in-your-faceness that life throw at me sometimes when it comes to Moms and tiny ones, I want to throw a little something back. Hey ladies, remember your life before you got preggers? Too bad, eh?

Wow, this really has turned into a rant. Thank God no one reads this.

Prom Night Dumpster Baby

The Prom is this weekend. I'm not feeling up to it. The dress I plan on wearing is the blue one from two posts ago, but my feelings about the dress have changed. It's "chi" has changed. All because my Greek tailors decided to rip me up for buying clothing online that's old, never tried on, and possibly didn't fit. It DID fit me, perfectly to be exact, but when I took it to them to fix a hem, they went on and on. I already have a Dad and if I want to feel guilty about my spending habits, I'll just tell him my Visa balance. Sheesh.

In other rants, people keep bringing babies and kids into my office. It's not that I'm anti-child, it's just that you're expected to fawn over the kids and the mood of the place changes. It's not like enough work gets done anyhow, and now tots show up and the whole place goes ga-ga over the drooling midgets. Wow, apparently I'm wearing my cranky pants today.