Another reason why I suck

So check me and my crappy weekend out.

Saturday morning, I woke up energized and happy. I went and worked out, got some stuff done around the house and then went to the mall with Matt. At the mall I started coughing up crap out of NOWHERE. Then, as the day moved on, I deteriorated and by the end of the night I was curled up in a miserable ball of achy, feverish chills and have remained that way ever since.

That's why I didn't write part 800 of my Soap Opera and I'm SO sorry. Dragging my butt upstairs to write this was about all the energy I had in me. Oh and I leave tomorrow morning for Orlando. I'm so excited. See my excited face. Nope, dreading the flight. HOWEVER, I am upgraded to first class, so at least I'll be miserable in some sort of comfort on the plane.

I owe you guys a SOS post, so I promise to write it this week from my hotel room and not make you wait until Sunday. Deal?

OK off to bed with me. Kisses!

Totally Awesome Weekend, Meet Incredibly Crappy Monday

I had one of those weekends you dream about. Dinner and a movie with a girlfriend. Some easy housecleaning and 10 miles on the bike on Saturday morning. Fun, comfortable company Holiday party (yes I know it was AFTER the Holidays . . . we do online retail so December sucks at our office). Sunday where we were out of church early enough to have the WHOLE day to lounge around, play games (games meaning sitting on the couch lobbing orange slices into each others mouths, then trying it left handed AND with our eyes closed. Loads of hilarious fun I tell you!), and really just enjoy each others company. I was so excited to begin my week refreshed and invigorated.

Then the heaven's opened and screamed "KATE WE HATE YOU!"

I had a pretty rough day today. I was tired, had a horrible headache AND was just plain old grumpy. The potential customers who called were all stupid idiots. I couldn't get a single person I needed assistance from to answer my emails. I am in the middle of organizing a trade show for next week and NO ONE WILL ANSWER MY DAMN QUESTIONS!!!!

To make matters even worse, we made some seating arrangement changes and there is a new body in our cube area. It's not a quiet body. It's a body that belches and FARTS at will. LOUDLY. This person is incredibly smart and incredibly cool, but SERIOUSLY? Are the bodily noises REALLY necessary???

I was so excited to leave the office. I called Matt and told him I had zero desire to find something in the house to eat for dinner, so we decided to meet at Pei Wei for tasty chinese. We had a great meal and then I headed home to curl up on the couch and watch the new BBC Persuasion. It sounded like a perfect, happy way to end a bad day.

Que the bad day getting worse.

I'm driving about 100 yards behind the nearest car, taking my time, not going to fast (for a change!) and BAM! Something hit my windshield with the loudest banging noise I've ever heard. A very bad word escaped my lips in a very loud manner. Luckily, the windshield didn't give, probably saving my life, but the brand new hood of my brand new car didn't fare so well.

I now have three GIANT scratches which will need to be repaired. I have no idea what it was that hit me. I have no idea where it came from. I'm really frustrated that this happened. The car isn't even a month and a half old. I have been saving my pennies so Matt and I can go on a huge vacation in September and now, I have to fix the car with my saved pennies.

It's just a thing, it's just money and I'm lucky whatever hit the car didn't come through the windshield and hit me. I am aware of all of these things. But I still reserve the right to be very mad that, at the end of my crappy day, something even crappier had to happen. Stupid crappy stupid crap stupid. Yeah.

Wow, I'm Debbie Downer aren't I? Internets, I challenge you to cheer me up with awesome comments!! Tell me a joke! Tell me I'm pretty! What you love my eyes? You worship me? Oh you're so kind.

OK I'm not really a comment whore, but I do love me some bloggy friends and I would love to hear positive happy things!! Ready? GO!

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First off, let me start my blog post the way I normally do . . . with an apology. Haha.

I apologize that I don't have pictures for this post. In fact the post is almost pointless without pictures, but I had to post about it before I ran out of time. So . . . yeah.

So, this week we started moving stuff in to the new house. Correction: We started moving stuff into the garage and kitchen and that's all. We have been taking over a trailer and two car loads of stuff every day and the third car bay of the garage is practically full of boxes. However, we have not moved over ANY furniture. So, recap. I have an empty house and a full garage. Per-fect.

Ooh ooh ooh but I DID (with the help of my amazing friend Rhonda) organize the entire kitchen. I am delighted to announce that I have WAY too many cabinets and drawers. I am a person of MANY, MANY kitchen things. The kitchen at the old house was bursting at the seams with stuff. I had about eight cupboards and four drawers. I now have four drawers and six cupboards on my ISLAND ALONE. I am full of bliss and excitement at the thought of a shopping trip to Williams Sonoma (someday when we have money again) to fill the cupboards with fun kitchen gadgets, serving platters and the like. Excellent.

We were also able to finally pick paint colors, thanks to a model decorated with exactly our color of carpet, tile, cabinets and counter tops, and as of Saturday afternoon, the living/dining room, nook, main hallway and kitchen are now painted. They messed up and put the wrong color on one wall in the kitchen, so I'll be working on fixing that this week, but it's not a huge deal. The house looks AMAZING. The colors are perfect. Now I just have to save up some more money to have the rest of the house painted. See, now I never want to paint again. I let the painters in at 7 AM and arrived at 2 PM to a finished product. Could it get ANY better?

The house selling negotiations are . . . well, going. This market sucks. S-U-C-K-S. I truly feel lucky to sell our house in this city. I went garage sale hopping on Saturday morning and I swear every other house on every street was for sale. There aren't a lot of people selling their houses and we've been able to sell ours. But I won't lie, we've been HATING it. We have been asked to do some repairs to the house that just seem utterly ridiculous, but in this market, we can't fight too much about it. We just have to suck up and do it. Luckily, our Realtor has really come through for us and he's handling all the repairs so I'm going to get a lollipop and stand by watching him spend our money. Who needs money right? I'll just work Matt a little harder. Hehee.

Speaking of Matt, have I mentioned that I have the most amazing husband? The man works all day, then comes home and works some more and he still manages to pack, organize and move a load a day and help calm my craziness to boot. We're both under a lot of pressure and it's obvious who deals with it better. (Hint: it's not me.)

And while I'm talking about amazing people, my crazy Mom ran ANOTHER marathon this weekend. Naturally, I can't get her to call me and tell me how she did, but I'm sure she did great. I think this is like the sixth marathon this year? I told you. CRAZY. Love her but she's CRAZY. And skinny. Damn I wish I was that skinny. Without having to run a marathon . . . or six.

OK, thus ends the craziness of this random, stupid post. I promise pictures of the new house soon and keep you updated on moving progress.

Merry kisses to all and to all a goodnight.

And then she slit her wrists

OK I'm not THAT dramatic.

But today, we got bad, bad news.

The guy who was going to buy our house is backing out of the sale.

Why? You ask? Because our twenty year old house has an "old roof and old AC unit."

Um, knock knock. Idiot? thehouseistwentyyearsoldofcoursetheACandroofareold.

We're currently trying to sway his decision by dangling a NEW! LOOK HOW FANCY! Brand new air conditioner! in front of his greedy little eyes. Who needs $5k anyway? That and us paying 50% of his closing costs aughta do it, right?! Right? Please tell me I'm right . . .

So I'm asking all my readers to do me a little favor. Whatever God or Greater Being(s) you believe in, please ask him/it/them/whatever to help convince this guy to take the pretty new AC and buy my house so I can stop crying and ripping my hair out in chunks.

Bless you all (and your little dogs too! Brillig, that one is for you)

Not that you care . . .

I've alluded to this before, but I want to make it VERY clear that I am not a fan of people who take themselves WAY too seriously.

Yes, there is a long story behind this, but unfortunately, feelings might get hurt if I share too much, so, let's just say I know this person who can't seem to find the humor in anything, and while all around people are laughing hysterically and poking harmless fun at themselves and others, this person becomes frustrated and tries to explain why NOTHING about the situation everyone else is laughing about is funny in any way. Then, this person gets insulted when said group of people are laughing too hard to hear what they're saying, even though, by my estimation, they were laughing FIRST.

I know that there are times to be serious, but let me tell you, if you choose to go out and about with a jovial group of people, you'd better freaking be prepared to at least TRY to have a good time.

Also, for the record, when going out with a jovial group of people, it might be a good idea to stop talking and listen long enough to realize that there is some FUNNY CRAP going on around you.

Just saying.