My last three missed calls on my cell phone are from numbers I don't know. One from a CA number, one from a PA number, and one from a VA number near where I live. None of them left voicemails.

Oh man does that piss me off...

Wrong numbers? Who knows...

UPDATE: Maybe I should answer my phone more often. The VA number called back ... it was for an important interview this Friday.

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In a search for inspiration, otherwise known as a bout of boredom, I picked up the August copy of Men's Healthy magazine off the end table and began reading. Ok...so I was really just looking at the pictures of chiseled men in skimpy clothing...but that's not what this post is about...

In an inset box on page 154 titled "Stop It. Right Now" it lists Blogging at #15. What the hell? Who is this guy to tell me I should stop blogging? According to his 16 point piece, blogging is one of those things that is a waste of time. In fact he says, "Simple: eliminate these activities and streamline your world." Uh...dude...I like my world to include blogging. I don't particularly need to streamline my life so much that I have created a time saving schedule for every exact moment of my day. I'll save time on my errands and bill paying...maybe even my exercise routines...but leave the rest of my life alone, ok?

Clearly this guy just doesn't get blogging...

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Flipping through the multitude of TV channels I stumbled onto a plastic surgery show. Awesome... Except I missed all the good parts. No blood, no guts, nothing even close to disgusting... except for the people getting the surgery... They were kids.

I understood why one of the girls got surgery, she had severe facial deformaties that impeded her daily life. The youngest girl was still somewhat understandable, she had her ears pinned back because they were so prominant. But the other two girls, both in high school...they just made me sad. One had a breast reduction, the other had an enlargement. Not even 18 yet, not even done growing up, and already taking a knife to their bodies.

It reminded me of my days in high school where girls got boob jobs and Daddy's Bimmer for their sweet 16. Never being taught that they can love their bodies or that life doesn't operate at their pace. They escape the reality that they have to work for things that they want and the idea that not getting everything you want is ok sometimes. I couldn't look at these girls without feeling a little sick to my stomach.

But maybe I'm just being pushy with my sense of right and wrong...

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Thanks Mom for calling twice & the few readers that knew who sent me messages. These were the few high points of my day...

I know, I'm an adult...it's not really a big deal anymore...but I'm not ready to give up the idea that for just one day I deserve to have it easy. Forces in my life saw different. When I should be out having a nice dinner or perhaps just a few drinks with my friends, I'm sitting here blogging...and I shouldn't even be doing that considering the massive thunderstorm outside right now. Oh, and I'm also sitting here smelling like carpet cleaner with the knees of my jeans wet and nothing else to change into...my kind o' fun!

Nothing has gone right today...the day got started late...no breakfast...much longer walk with the dog than was intended (that was muggy as donkey balls in July)...lack of clothing options since I didn't pack an extra set...giant pool of water in the basement where the air conditioner is attempting to piss on all the other appliances...attempt at medicating and crate training the 4 y/o, codependent dog with massive separation anxiety...sitting in an office for someone else's insurance...tense lunch...shopping for things for someone else's house while they mope and refuse to participate...listening to some brat squeak a dog toy every 5 seconds so loud that the entire store could hear it...trying to buy dog treats while listening to two dogs bark at each other...and the awesome kicker? Coming home to a dog that has chewed up the plastic pan in the bottom of his crate, bent part of the door, and cut up both paws and face. I spent the next 45 minutes cleaning blood out of the carpet while the dog got a bath. An entire can of stain remover, 1 cup of water, and 5 towels later...I have lost my patience.

No nice dinner because the dog couldn't be left alone? Fine. No clean clothes to change into because plans changed and I couldn't do anything about it after the fact? Fine. No entertainment because I've watched every movie in the house and there's no cable? Fine. No food in the house because there's been no time for groceries? Fine. The last 4 beers are mine and I don't give a shit what you think about it.

No presents. Keep your damn card even. No more birthday. Getting older just sucks anyway...

I quit.

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I always knew that Germany was weird (their unique porn industry and all) but exploding toads? This is just down right bizarre...

"The toads at a pond in the upscale neighborhood of Altona have been blowing up since the beginning of the month, filling up like balloons until their stomachs suddenly burst."

Well that's gotta screw up your property value...dead toad goo all over...

Go read the rest

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Its wonderful weather out and our condo is unbelievably stuffy. So, every morning I get up and go down to the kitchen. Before putting the water on for my tea I open the blinds in the kitchen to let in the sun light. I would open the windows too but I don't think they have ever been opened in the entire 9 years this place has been standing. Someone keeps promising to open them for me ... but I think the hot pockets were more interesting. Or maybe it was the comfy bed... Anyhow, they don't open at the moment. While I'm waiting for the water to heat up I go into the living room, open the venetian blinds, and slide open the glass door to our back patio. All day long there is fresh air blowing and sun light streaming through the windows. It makes working at home suck a little less.

*clock strikes 4p* This means the roommate has come home from work. Eesh.

The first thing he does after religiously taking off his shoes is march his scrawny little ass over to the patio door and slam it shut. EVERY SINGLE TIME! Ok, psycho! ItÂ’s like a little ritual. He doesn't say a word to me about why he does it and he doesn't say a word about not wanting it open. What the crap is that about?

I've decided he's a psycho and that's all there is to it. Psycho.

UPDATE:
The psycho finally decided to say something. As I was running (literally) out the door for class (and unable to find my keys) he whipped open the door to his room and attempted to start a 'casual conversation' as I was half way down the stairs. I felt like a teenager trying to sneak out past curfew. "How's it goin?" he says. "Good, you?" I respond as I stand there trying to look as hurried as possible. "Off to class" "Yep" "Well, on a side note..." Oh great...here it comes... He proceeds to tell me that he would prefer that the door not be open if no one is downstairs. WTF? Psycho! No, make that PARANOID psycho! We live in an extremely peaceful neighborhood with lots of families and nothing bad ever happens. Yet he insists that everything must be locked down. Grrr! I pushed him on how concerned he really is about it and he brought up the screen door not having a lock. Its a screen door! WTF would a lock do? Its the middle of the day and I'm home. I'm pretty sure I would hear someone stealing your TV. I didn't have time to argue. I finally gave up, said "ok" and left. This kid needs help.

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