Tuesday, September 21, 2010

rah rah oo la la la rah ma rum mama gaga oo la la.....BAD ROMANCE

I just like that song. Still.


Another of my fav bloggers- a blogging DUO actually called out my next post idea in the comments of my last fab hair post. Thank you, Two-Non Blondes. Unicorns & sparkles to you. And skulls. What? Ok.

In my last post, I briefly discussed the kissy face. This is also known as the duck face. And there is a wholllllle website devoted to it, and it's NOT FACEBOOK. I know. It is this masterpiece: antiduckface.com

Read the comments. Add you own. Live it, love it, REMEMBER IT.


I have compiled a list of requirements on kissy/duck face pics, based on what I've seen here, and splashed all over facebook.

1. Obviously, the kissy/ duck lips. Duh.

2. Cleavage.

3. Throwing the deuces. "Peace sign" for you old, un-hip folks.

4. Camera angled from above your face, at arm's distance, bc you know you look too stupid to actually do this in front of someone while they take your picture.

5. Background must be either home bathroom, bar bathroom, or teenage bedroom. Sometimes, the setting will also be a sports game/party.

6. There will be beer.

7. Girl's arm must be around a guy if another person is in the picture. Usually he's black.

8. If not a guy, another chick, also making a duck face & throwing deuces.

9. A tan.

10. Heavy eyeliner.

6 out of 10 requirements must be met to achieve. Just kidding, just put that stupid so not sexy pout on your face!!!

And here's a couple of pics of MY duck face...WAIT, WAIT!! I THOUGHT I HAD SOME AND I DO NOT HAVE ANY!!! I SWEAR I THOUGHT I DID! So here's the closest you get:

Thursday, September 16, 2010

*Insert catchy title here*

So thanks to my fav blogger in all the land Kelly, at Speaking From The Crib, for inspiring today's post. Go here to see what all the fuss is about.

I took her advice and cut my hair. French bob style, a la Kristin Cavallerri. Yeah she's still around. I always liked her on Laguna...

Anywho- I chopped the mane. Mostly bc my dream of Kardashian/Aniston/well mostly Kardashian hair is just never coming true and I really need to just get over it. Every time my hair gets past my shoulders, I'm all like Hells yeah, I'm gonna have to hottest hair in all the land. And it never happens. What REALLY happens, is I put a bunch of shit in my hair, including but not limited to, mousse, gel, silk therapy, blow dry lotion, and use a plethera of styling tools, including but not limited to, blow dryer, crappy flat iron, crappy curling iron, velcro rollers, hot rollers...And what I end up with is...

...crappy looking hair that feels crappy and is in crappy condition.

And then comes my ponytail. Or my high school trademark of I don't even know what it's called, but I pull half my hair through the ponytail at my attempt for the messy, but I spent forever on this look. Which is also crap. I'd post a pic but as I told my facebook friends, I don't really like taking pics of myself, and I think the whole kissy-face that every girl makes when they take their own pic is getting a little out of hand, don't you think?

I mean really? Is that kissy face supposed to be hot or sexy or something? It looks effing retarded if you ask me. (disclaimer: I believe I have ONE of these pics on my fb page- BUT in my defense, it is at least 3 years old, I did not take it of myself, and it was when I still drank occasionally, and this was one of those occasions. I do not get all dolled up to take pics in front of myself in front of my bedroom mirror or bar bathroom. Bc that's where all the others seem to be at.)

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

When life hands you lemons...

...make some lemonade.

...add vodka.


Hello pleasant MNAN readers. All 3 of you. I'm here today to discuss something I'm officially calling bullshit on.

I am a good person. I am. Sometimes I say the F word a lot, and often times I speak about people in ways I would never really say to their face. But generally, I am good. I heart my family, I work hard, and I've worked hard to get this family to where we are. I have a lot of pride, though we still go without most all of our wants in life at this point. Here's why I'm pissed today:

I'm pissed bc I've been out of school for over 2 years now and still have yet to secure full time employment. I'm pissed bc I've spent hundreds of dollars on stamps to mail out resumes, knowing full well that no one is hiring, but someday they might, and appreciate my persistence. I'm pissed bc in college they tell you a bunch of shit about how you're bettering yourself, and you will just love your profession, and this is the best thing you've ever done in your whole entire life. I'm pissed bc I saw the light at the end of the tunnel. I'm pissed bc everytime I feel like I catch a much-deserved break, I get slapped in the face.

Without going into too much detail, I have been blessed enough to qualify for unemployment benefits. I got an e-mail today that I may lose them for reasons that are entirely, 100% not my fault. The system needs to change, that's the bottom line. And I have a great feeling I'm going to get screwed in the process. Bc I told the truth. However, if I was a liar and could do that not feel guilty, I'd be just fine. Isn't that GRAND?????

I'm pissed at my former employer who has PROMISED I will receive my job back in due time, but yet again, when a full time person quit, the position was not even offered to me and someone else has the job, when I've got 2 years and literally blood, sweat and tears into that place. And they can STILL tell me that they love me, and want me to be there & keep me employed. Really? Bc you sure as hell don't act like it. I'm sick of people being hired over me. So sick of it. Even if I did go back, at this point I'm so pissed, they'd probably start disliking me pretty fast. I'm pissed bc my other job as well is a dead end.

So how long do I have to wait for a full time position? How long? I would just go back to school now, but I have a ton of student loans out there that I haven't even begun to pay back. Otherwise I'd do something else in a heartbeat. It kills me, that something I worked so hard for has failed me. It's failed me for over 2 years now. My only hope, is there is a chain dental office being constructed in town now, and I pray to God I can get in there. In my head, I'm already hired. I try to positive all the time, I keep telling myself that what's meant to be will be, but how long will it take? How long does my family have to live paycheck to paycheck? This is just ridiculous. I never do anything for myself, everything I do, I do for my kids, and I haven't even bought their fall clothes yet bc we've been trying to get back on our feet since my initial lay-off, and I swear, like we finally got there this week. We got caught u[p on everything, paid bills a month ahead like we usually do, I did do a little shopping for the baby & got halloween costumes, we went to an amusement park last weekend, going to a football game this weekend, things have been looking up. And his whole unemployment thing has screwed me again.

Sorry for the vent, I'm just so irritated now. One of these days I'll have something happy & funny to post about again, I promise.

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Remembering Sept. 11th

When we go to history class throughout school, we learn about certain days that meant something big. But they were always so long ago, before my time. You never know when one of those days will happen in your lifetime. We learned about when Kennedy was shot, D-Day, Independence Day... My kids are going to learn about September 11th, 2001.

I remember walking into my junior year physics class, whatever class I had just left, didn't have the tv on, so we didn't even know yet. I walked in and there was maybe 7 students already in class, and everyone was sitting quietly in their seats watching tv. The teacher was sitting behind his desk, watching tv. I sat down, and started watching having no idea what was going on. I saw the towers, lots of smoke everywhere, and the news was covering it all. I remember sitting there watching as the 2nd plane was headed straight for the other tower. Just watching. Helplessly. As the rest of the country did as well. I can't even imagine what the poor people inside were thinking seeing this plane coming right for them. It's horrible, it's awful, it's absolutely heartbreaking. At this point, no one really knew what was going on or who was really behind all of this. I remember panicking, KNOWING we were going to war with SOMEONE. We didn't even know who yet. I remember knowing in my gut, this was major. This was going to be an all-out war, and so many service people were going to go. And I remember thinking what if we don't have enough people? What if they call my brother back? What does this mean for our country?? So much uncertainty. I remember thinking about how my mom must be flipping out at home, wondering the same things as me. I also remember thanking God that I didn't know anyone in New York, and feeling absolutely devastated for those who did, and lost loved ones on that day.

I still cry just recalling all of it. Especially now, having my own family, being older, more understanding...it breaks my heart. I've been fighting tears all day. I am so thankful for the men & women who have and do continue to fight for our country, for our freedoms, for our right to live. I sit here, in my comfy home, upset I spent so much at the grocery, but so thankful I have the money to pay for it, and that those items are available to us. I considered talking to my 4 year old about this day & what it means, but I couldn't. I couldn't get through it without crying. Instead, I just hugged him and told him I loved him so so much. He said he loved me too and hugged me back. And I closed my eyes, and just took in the moment. I wouldn't have those moments if it weren't for our servicemen & women. God Bless those who serve, and those who have lost their lives, so we could live ours.