tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43529528084214445942012-02-03T11:43:51.104-05:00Random rantings from a not so girly girl just trying to protect her sensitive bitz from the harsh, cruel world.GB Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17831284271466430916noreply@blogger.comBlogger3101100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352952808421444594.post-89704597516020325202012-01-22T10:17:00.006-05:002012-01-23T18:18:19.309-05:00

So, I recently went to the eye doctor and realized that I am, in fact, getting old way before my time. It's a sad realization. One day, you are beebopping along to NKOTB. Then...WHAM!...you are in the doctor's office crying because you can't see the big E on the eye chart. Yep. That big E. (sigh) I seriously could not see the big E. Hell, the words on the screen right now are pretty fuzzy

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On December 30, I promised to return the next day to tell you all about a very important event in my life. I hope you haven't been holding your breath waiting for that to happen. Yikes. So, what was the big, important event that I have now waited two weeks to share with you? Well, I'll tell you. It's the Annual Bitz Birthday Bar Hop! Woohoo! You see, MB and I share the same birthday. I

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So, it's a little after midnight and I have forsaken my cozy, warm bed for the icy cold living room full of slobbery dog toys and wet spots that may or may not be puppy pee (they usually are). Why? Because I'm awake. Fully awake. Also, I'm full of snot. Have you missed my glamour and lady-like-ness? I thought you might. I'm not full of snot because I have a cold. Although, that would be a

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I think the stress of the past 6 months is finally catching up with me. I'm having that mental breakdown that's been long overdue. Of course, it probably has a lot to do with TOM stopping by for a nice holiday visit. Who knows. I just know that if I don't get it together, someone is going to end up with a lump of coal shoved...it's just bad. I'm yelling at MB for no reason. I'm yelling at

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So, this morning was supposed to be my one morning this week to sleep in. However, I found myself facing bites to the face at 6am, forcing me to wake up very angry. Then, I had the pleasure of listening to the squeak of a puppy chewing a flip flop not 3 inches from my face. Have you ever heard the sound of puppy teeth gnawing on rubber? It's very similar to nails on a chalkboard but with a

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Well, hello there peeps! I hope you are all doing well. I've been trying to keep up with everyone during my little honeymoon hiatus. Now, I'm back. Yay!Life has been extremely chaotic for me over the past few months. I have so much to share with all of you. For today, I'd like to just focus on giving thanks. I have recently found myself struggling to remember all the blessings in my life.

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So, I'm going to be a married woman tomorrow. It's a weird feeling. I'm nervous, but not really. I'm anxious, but not really. I'm hungry, but not really. I guess you could say I'm discombobulated. I'm not nervous about getting hitched. I truly love MB and there is not a doubt in my mind about that part of this whole thing. I'm more nervous about the ceremony of it all. I'm really more of

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Holy matrimony! I have seriously been neglecting this blog!I think I have a pretty decent excuse though. I am getting married in 2 days. My life has definitely been consumed by nuptial nonsense. It's funny. I have so many stories to share with you all about the nuptial nonsense. I just haven't had any time to stop by and share them. I've had Russian seamstresses who don't seem to understand

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If I had my way, I would be functioning on a steady iv of alcohol. Unfortunately, it's frowned upon. Jerks. So, it's been a really sh*tty week in the Girly Bitz household. We had to let our Skye girl go exactly one week ago today. Before I go any further, I have to say 'thank you' to all of you who sent me messages of support during this awful time. I love you all. You have no idea how

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As you may or may not have already read, my Skye girl is gone. We had to let her go yesterday and it was absolutely heartbreaking. She started to have some trouble on Thursday night. Things got better on Friday. Saturday morning was good. I cleaned the house and got ready for Hurricane Irene and she was my shadow all day. Her little face was right beside me all day as I dusted and

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Rest In Peace My little Skye Girl I will always love you and miss you, my Siberian Princess. I'm so sorry that you had to suffer at all, but I take comfort in knowing that you are at peace now.

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My last post was August 11. Sheesh. You would think I was busy planning a wedding and going insane from all of the nuptial nonsense. Well, I totally am. This sh*t is hard! It consumes you. It consumes your life. It's like a leech that just sucks all of the time, energy, money and sanity directly from your soul. I mean...it's the happiest day of my life. Yay? It is. Don't

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So, who knew that buying body wash and pistachios would change the way I feel about prostitutes? Funny how things happen. I'm working at my office location tonight, as opposed to the emergency room location. The sites differ greatly in volume and acuity of clients and general job duties. When in the ER, there are many shifts where you barely have a moment to breathe. Forget taking a

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I'm still alive and I'm not anyone's bitch. My teefers have been fixed so there was no need to maul my dentist. It's a shame, because I was readying myself for a little vacay in the slammer. I hear they have better cable than I do. Anywho, I had a fun weekend full of good ole hillbilly family time. Yeehaw! Yes, I am a hillbilly and I'm not ashamed. My parents, my big brother, his wife and

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So, I recently gave the dentist all of my money and now I'm suffering for it. Ever since that evil bastard put my nice purdy permanent bridge thingy on, I've been unable to eat watermelon. Or ice cream. Or enjoy a cold beer. Or a glass of refreshing cold water. You get the idea. I'm super sensitive to all things cold. Well, really...all things. Eating anything causes some pain. The cold

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It's still so freakin hot around here that I can't think straight. I should've spent the day chillaxing in the ac with my feet up. Instead, MB and I went out to lunch and ran a couple errands. The thermometer in the car said 109, but we went anyway. We are so smart. When we came home, I cleaned the house and then worked out. Now I'm dog tired and still freakin hot. That's all I really have

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It's damn hot outside. How hot is it? It's so damn hot that I don't want to exert the energy to change the channel, resulting in my watching Toddlers and Tiaras for the past hour and a half. Yeah. That's pretty damn hot. I mean, this lady has a purple horse that she uses in her pageant daughter/future stripper's routine. She uses food coloring to dye her horse. Food coloring. I have so

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So, I discovered that I am completely unprepared for cougar attacks and the zombie apocalypse. MB and I decided to go bike riding yesterday. He suggested we go trail riding. I suggested we ride around the neighborhood because it's been 3 years since I've even ridden my bike. He suggested I just suck it up and stop being a girl. I made some other suggestions but ultimately lost the battle.

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While eating Indian food yesterday, MB and I were discussing what to do if Skye ever needed a doggie wheelchair. I'll spare you the details, but it was a heartbreaking conversation. Of course, I had tears in my eyes by the time we were standing at the counter, paying our bill. MB: Oh my God. You're crying. Me: I am not. I'm fine. MB: Just put your sunglasses on. I don't want to see you

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All of my efforts to be glamorous yesterday were in vain. First of all, I didn't shower or put actual clothing on until 2:30pm. I'm pretty sure glamorous people wake up at the crack of dawn and apply outfits and make up and whatnot. They most likely don't spend their days in ratty pajamas watching Nightmare on Elm Street, the 2010 version, feeling sad because Freddy just isn't Freddy.

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My mother is all hopped up on pain killers and muscle relaxers and I'm pretty sure it's altering her mind. She ended up in the emergency room on Monday because she was having severe pain in her left hip and leg and couldn't walk. They said she had a muscle strain and spasm and sent her home with meds and orders to rest. Surprisingly, she is actually resting. I know! I couldn't believe it

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In honor of the Fourth of July, I decided to share some memories of Fourths past. As most of you know, I grew up in a resort town. Every Fourth of July, when I was a kid, we would head to the beach (a full 10 miles from the house - what a voyage) for the night. This meant fighting traffic and hunting for a parking space. We would usually go down early in the afternoon and hit the boardwalk.

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Well, hello there! Remember me? I was just stumbling around the interwebs thought I'd stop by and say hi. I mean, it's been awhile. June 23, to be exact. So, where the hell have I been and where the hell do I get off just strolling back in here like I haven't been away for so long? Sheesh, lighten up people. I've been busy. Like legitimately busy. I have actually had a lot of posts

GB Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17831284271466430916noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352952808421444594.post-63009503694899026452011-06-23T12:44:00.004-04:002011-06-23T13:26:51.915-04:00

So, I posted this on facebook earlier this morning...I'm watching Intervention on Netflix. The next episode is a guy who's addicted to video games and a girl who's addicted to food. This one is going to be good. I'm going to grab some popcorn, oreos and a hot fudge sundae and watch it on one of MB's Xboxes.Then, I proceeded to eat my lunch followed by a mini ice cream sundae. Self fulfilling

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So, I basically let some of the most incompetent people in the world drill into my head today. But, it's cool because I survived. More importantly, they survived. It all started when I went to the dentist yesterday for my annual cleaning, which was 2 years overdue, but whatever. I haven't been to the dentist in awhile because the last time I went, they told me I had to have $3000 worth of

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This was my view on Saturday...Nice, huh? MB decided we were going to go canoeing. He decided to tell me this as I was all snuggly and snoozy in bed Saturday morning. Late Saturday morning - but whatever. I think we all know of my love of sleeping in on my days off. MB got home from his 24 hour shift at the fire house around 10 and basically pounced on me to say that we were going canoeing.

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When I got up a couple hours ago to start my day, it looked like it was at least 700 degrees outside. That's why I returned to the arctic oasis that is my bedroom. It's currently 62 degrees in here because MB has this obsession with living in Antarctica. It's out of control. Pleasantly and refreshingly out of control on a day like today, but still...out of control. He likes to say it's

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So, I need to take a break from the Nuptial Nonsense in order to tell you about the disturbing things I found on the interwebs today. Actually, the Nuptial Nonsense lead me to these things. Let's be real here. My brain is consumed by the Nuptial Nonsense so every thing I do, google, say, make lists for, repeatedly harass MB about...all Nuptial Nonsense. Moving on...Did you know about all the

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At least I think it was third base. I was never clear on the whole base thing. I never really liked soccer. So, y'all know that I'm getting hitched. The big day is October 2, a mere 4 months away. I have done so much already and there is still a ton of stuff to do. Ugh. One of the first things I was told to do was buy a dress. Apparently, you can't just show up to your own hitching in any

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So, the backyard gate lost all of it's integrity on Friday and fell completely over. I realized this when it had been a half hour or so since I heard the jingling of the pup's tags. When we are home, we leave the back door open so she can go in and out and wander around in the yard. She usually makes her rounds out there and then comes inside to make sure I'm still here and then back outside

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First of all...Happy belated Mother's Day to all the moms out there. I never had the chance to stop by and say that over the weekend. I hope you all enjoyed time with your family and loved ones. If you aren't a mother, I still hope you had a good weekend. :) I also hope you kept reading far enough to read that. Moving on...Mother's Day is always a tough one for me. You see, my grandmother

GB Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17831284271466430916noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352952808421444594.post-80855055425857906672011-05-06T01:22:00.007-04:002011-05-06T02:13:53.458-04:00

If you know me at all, you know I'm a dog lover. Particularly, my gorgeous Skye girl. But, really? No dog is safe from me. I have many dogs in my life and they are all special to me. Just ask my gorgeous canine nephew and niece who get spoiled by me as often as possible. Yeah. I encourage them both to be lap dogs. My brother doesn't appreciate that. There's also my Mom's dog who is very

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So, I'm in the Dollar Tree yesterday and once again, 'crazy' finds me. I had been to Lowes and my Jeep was full of opened bags of mulch (they're half price, you know), bird feeders and flowers. Yard beautification was clearly my goal for the day. Of course, I am on a budget and I still needed some of those hook thingys to hang my bird feeders on. So, I headed to the Dollar Tree. They are

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I am terrified of tulle, taffeta and all things foofy. The idea of an open bar for 5 hours both excites me and frightens me. I am equally terrified of all things related to make up, cosmetics, etc. The word 'wedding' attached to any word, phrase or sentence automatically adds an extra charge of $792. For each time the word is repeated or implied, the price goes up by 78%. My mother is

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So, I almost died yesterday at the hands of a crazed serial killer. Here's what happened...I leave the lady doctor where I was thoroughly poked, prodded, felt up and told to lose weight. Seriously. Every freakin time. Doc, do you really think I don't know that I'm fat. Come on. Her advice? Every time? "Cut your food in half." It seems so simple! Eat less?! What a concept! I may need

GB Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17831284271466430916noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352952808421444594.post-28243832968307592122011-04-18T01:12:00.005-04:002011-04-18T01:35:05.186-04:00

Can I just tell you that sometimes my job really sucks. I hate the system ('The Man' to some). It makes no sense to me that we have to put patients in situations that are borderline inhumane just because The System isn't willing to do anything to help. I understand that you don't want to be bothered with a super psychotic patient because it's too much work. I get that. However, it's your JOB

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So, I am essentially blind. The only thing I'm missing is the seeing eye dog. I mean, I have a dog. Let's face it though, she isn't leading me anywhere. I could just see being strapped to her for an hour. Run down the back steps at full speed, becoming airborn at the third step from the bottom and projectiling ourselves out into the yard. Prance around to the left and sniff the side fence.

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I had a discouraging weigh in today and I'm venting my bitterness and frustration here. It's either that or I go get 7 pints of ice cream and wallow like a pig in sh*t. No one wants that. It smells. So, in honor of my hatred for the scale today, I give you my reasons for wanting to give up forever on the Fat Fight...You know what? That's so counter productive. Instead, can we talk about

GB Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17831284271466430916noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352952808421444594.post-73574299544199761562011-04-10T19:37:00.006-04:002011-04-10T20:12:38.870-04:00

Did I tell you that I threw my Dad a surprise 80th birthday party? Well, I did. It was last Sunday and it was amazing! Happy 80th Dad! I invited the cousins from his hometown in West Virginia for a mini family reunion. A lot of them live up here where I live so it was pretty easy to get them to come over. I also invited my half-brother and half-sister from West Virginia. We don't get to

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We got a new fridge. Yay! Ain't she purdy? Of course, it's never coming out of our house. Ever.Apparently, when buying a fridge, it's really important to measure all the doorways between the delivery van and your kitchen. Otherwise, you will end up with very irritated delivery men and a brand new fridge in your living room because that's right where they left it when they stormed out of your

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Yeah. That's the same title I just used over at the BLitz. Don't judge me. I'm full of phlegm. My nose is being blown like a two dollar...I got nothing. It's just really raw. Breathing through my mouth is a necessity right now. I'm at work right now and I no longer care enough to go into the closet to blow my nose properly, so as not to offend anyone. That's how much I've been blowing my

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I'm posting this from quarantine. Don't tell MB. He has me quarantined to the family room futon due to my sickness. My throat is scratchy and raw. My nose won't stop running (and I can't catch it, HA!). I just feel overall icky. I took a nap earlier and woke up to MB wanting to know what was for dinner. That's not entirely fair. I was kinda up already because of the tap tap tapping of the

GB Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17831284271466430916noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352952808421444594.post-5034737779477158772011-03-28T11:53:00.003-04:002011-03-28T12:15:12.191-04:00

I've recently discovered that I'm a total prude. When it comes to other people's girly bits, anyway. You see, there is this trend on facebook that has become extremely disturbing to me. I'm sure you've seen it. Hell, you may have even done it. It's totally okay if you have, by the way. I'm not judging. I'll just be gagging in the corner, repeatedly saying 'eww' and ignoring your posts

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#7 When you go to clean your energy efficient, eclipse, blackout all the sun because I'm a vampire, curtains and it says 'line dry', heed that advice. #23 Just because you discovered for the first time after 5 years living in your home, that all of your upstairs windows tilt in for easy cleaning, doesn't mean you have to clean all of them today. #46 When you have a dog who likes to hide very

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The universe is just screwing around with me today. When I went out to warm up my car today, the neighbor kid said hi to me. That's not all that unusual except that he went out of his way to say hi to me. He was running over to the cat hoarder's yard and yelled 'Hi GB Girl!' from across the street. Odd. No, he didn't actually say GB Girl. He used my real name. His family knows nothing of

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MB is working his 24 hour shift so I am left all alone to fend for myself. Don't worry though. My guard dog is on high alert. Burglars beware! She may not attack in the traditional way, by waking up and acknowledging your presence before biting your face off. She has more subtle tactics. She attacks with odor. The noxious odor of gas emanating from her butt. I've been subjected to it for

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MB and I went refrigerator shopping today. As you may or may not be aware, our fridge is on the fritz. It's basically making things way too cold. My freezer is like the arctic. You have to wear a parka and mittens to get out the fat free ice cream. Fat free ice cream just isn't worth all that hassle. The fridge side of my fridge is also a little arctic like. My baby carrots are frozen

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...my fridge which is keeping things way too cold, forcing us to eat out or eat icy lettuce. ...my dishwasher which refuses to drain, forcing me to do dishes by hand. Bastard. ...my toe after stepping on Skye's bone, which happens to be in random locations throughout the house at any given time. ...the fence gate, which is being held up by three strategically placed rocks from the pond. ...the

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Sorry MB. I am in love with Bonnaroo Buzz and it's the real thing. photo creditBonnaroo Buzz is a new flavor from Ben and Jerry's and it is fantastic. I think it is by far the best ice cream flavor I have ever had and I've had a lot. It combines two of my favorite things in life: ice cream and whiskey. Seriously. I didn't even know of it's existence until I saw it at the local Wawa last

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...the temperature keeps resetting itself to -5. ...you need to microwave the butter before using it because it's rock hard. ...one pitcher of iced tea is frozen solid while the other is just a pitcher full of slush. ...your iceberg lettuce actually has little icebergs on it. ...the water in the door is completely frozen forcing you to drink water from the tap. ...your bottle of diet coke has

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I went to David's Bridal on Saturday. So there's that. I also think I had my very first panic attack. My Mom came up on Saturday to visit and go shopping. I think she realized that I'm not going to go to the bridal shop unless it's by force. That explains her desire to make David's Bridal the first stop of the day. She's so sneaky. For some reason, I agree to go. I may have been drunk at

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Hi peeps! I've been away a few days, if you hadn't noticed. Things are good. I've just been busy. Work has been busy and I've been out doing stuff most of the week. I actually did something that I have to share with you all but I'm too tired to do it now. It will have to wait until tomorrow. Sorry. I'm trying to stay warm right now because it's freakin cold in here. Earlier, I decided to

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This was my favorite comment of the week...Gerard Butler... ooh mama.I wouldn't just throw my panties at him, I would wrangle him, wrap him up, and drag him home in them. Hah!He can later use them as an escape device to parachute off the roof, but he won't figure that out until I've had my way with him. That's from Judy over at This Old Woman Says What? It was in response to my panties post. You

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In order to redeem myself after that last rather embarrassing post, I'm doing this. It's The ABC's of You. Well, me. Lori over at For the Run of It posted her ABC's and I thought I would too. So, here goes...A. Age: 36 on December 28. I'm still in denial about that, though. Next year, I may just be 35 and stick with that for awhile. B. Bed size: Queen. MB and I both had craptastic

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So, I almost got disfigured by a frozen fruit bar today. Shut up. It was scary. I pull the frozen coconut bar out of the freezer and take off the wrapper. I put my lips on the fruit bar and then I just froze. My lips were stuck. I was like the kid in The Christmas Story with his face stuck to a pole. Except that I was feeding my fat face, not responding to a triple dog dare. So there's

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Just an update on the domestic front...MB and I still have not settled the Visual Barrier Incident. The vote is 4 - 0 in my favor and he still won't accept his loss. I didn't even poll any of our IRL friends because the victory is so blatantly mine. I figured he would just accept it and move on. Nope. He's planning some sort of second test run involving baby gates and video cameras. I

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So, I was thinking about throwing my panties at a celebrity today. It's not that I encountered a celebrity or anything. Quite the opposite actually. My evening in the crisis unit was filled with very unglamorous and often odorous people. No celebrities at all. But, my coworker was telling me that his wife was going to a concert tonight and had mentioned throwing her panties on stage. It is

GB Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17831284271466430916noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352952808421444594.post-44674797828434598182011-03-01T13:32:00.004-05:002011-03-01T13:51:46.861-05:00

So, MB and I made a friendly wager today which I totally won. However, MB believes that he won (he's so wrong) and we need the interwebs to decide for us. Our pup has a bad habit of acting out by peeing on the downstairs carpet whenever we leave. I think it's because she wants to go with us and since she can't, she pees. Makes sense to me. Anyway, we were discussing this problem today and

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In order to counteract the craptasticness of that last post (omg! alliteration! Beware!), I'm posting this. You all know of my love for zombies. You also know of my love for the new AMC series The Walking Dead. It's such a good show. When we started watching it, our friend told us he had the graphic novels that the show was based on. Woohoo! Of course, we borrowed them and started reading.

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Beware: Children at Play. Worst. movie. ever. It's an independent film on netflix. Usually when I think of an independent film, I think of something edgy and smart and maybe a little quirky. This? This was just crap. It looks like it was made by some guy in the midwest who just decided at a pta meeting that he wanted to make a horror movie. Then, he invited the whole town to take part and

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It was a beautiful day here in my neck of the woods. The pup and I went out for a walk around the neighborhood. It's one of her favorite things to do when the weather is nice. She made this very clear by pacing from the back door to me to the front door to me...repeat about a hundred times. We headed out to the park so she could trudge through the mud and sniff all her favorite trees before we

GB Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17831284271466430916noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352952808421444594.post-31358940619445908932011-02-25T20:04:00.005-05:002011-02-25T20:10:18.585-05:00

I'm supposed to be on here updating my posts and whatnot. Instead, I think I'm going to go snuggle up by the fire and relax. The crisis unit kicked my ass today and I'm beat. Can I just give you a little friendly advice? If you're looking to hide something, don't hide it in your girly bitz. It eventually falls out and that's just awkward. Yep. That happened. Crisis work is fun. I wonder

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In honor of the full moon, I would like to share some snippets from my time in the Crisis Unit. Enjoy. ..................................................................................Coworker 1 searched a patient, got them in gowns and brought them back to the crisis unit. Coworker 1: She's had 3 pregnancies, 2 bouts of gonorrhea and at least 2 bouts of chlamydia. Coworker 2: Wow. That was

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Things that I hate today: -MB's computer chair...it is awful! Sorry, baby, but it is the most uncomfortable chair I have ever sat in. -The fact that one link of chorizo is 12 points.Yikes! -The fact that I let MB take my laptop for the week, forcing me to sit in the very cold man cave in his very uncomfortable chair to catch up on my bloggy love. -The fact that there is no heat in the man cave

GB Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17831284271466430916noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352952808421444594.post-63884397050502513742011-02-13T23:00:00.005-05:002011-02-13T23:27:18.463-05:00

Dear lady from the park today, I would like to inform you that the park in our neighborhood is not a dog park. If it were a dog park, it would be perfectly acceptable to unleash your dog and allow him to run freely. However, it is not. You may have noticed this by the fact that none of the other dogs in the park were off their leashes. Just yours. When you see another dog, who

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It's now 3:12pm on a Saturday. I have approximately 3 hours and 18 minutes before I have to put pants on. And dust. That's only because someone is coming to my house to retrieve me. We have a Tacky Tourist Party to attend this evening. My lifestyle is one of class and glamour. Yeehaw. Side note, I'm pretty sure my pup is 'leaking' again. She's laying at my feet and I am catching a whiff

GB Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17831284271466430916noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352952808421444594.post-17709373138377649882011-02-10T20:13:00.004-05:002011-02-10T20:34:02.096-05:00

It's officially Day 14 of my second visit with TOM this month and I haven't killed anyone yet.Yet. I think that deserves a cupcake. Or maybe a cupcake shaped head of cabbage. That would be better for my fat ass. This TOM insanity is becoming my norm and I don't think I like it. Enough about that though. I've been dealing with some money stress this week. I won't go into specifics, but

GB Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17831284271466430916noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352952808421444594.post-55084646343904281892011-02-05T13:49:00.004-05:002011-02-05T13:59:45.743-05:00

Back in November 2009, I submitted a winning post on The One Minute Writer. In lieu of some recent events in my household (which you will be reading about later), I have decided to revisit that post. It is what MB and I like to refer to as The Slim A Bear Incident. If you are not familiar with Slim A Bears, they are a delicious ice cream treat made by Klondike that are 100 calories each.

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It was bound to happen. There was bound to be one post that stood out above all the others to expose me as the crazy person that I am. MB was bound to read it and then realize that he had better run for his life. Let's all hope and pray that MB is too busy to read today's post. I mean, he kinda already knows I'm insane when it comes to food. Remember the Slim a Bear incident? Yeah. I

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So, I completely missed my first blogiversary. Does this mean we have to break up? I hope not. It wasn't intentional. I just kept putting it off and then it was January and I was like 'oh sh*t' and now it's February and I'm finally posting this. That's how my brain works. What can I say? So, anyway, one year ago (in October) I started this little blog. I wasn't really sure what I wanted out

GB Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17831284271466430916noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352952808421444594.post-81121269274547625102011-01-30T17:56:00.004-05:002011-01-30T18:14:23.040-05:00

While perusing the soup/international foods aisle at the grocery store, I encountered a couple that restored my faith in romance. This was their conversation as I overheard it: (It took me a few minutes to find the salsa I had a coupon for. Don't judge me.)The Woman: What do you want for dinner tonight? Or are you even going to be home? The Man: Aww baby. You have no faith in me. Of course

GB Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17831284271466430916noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352952808421444594.post-5145743428568787842011-01-28T21:58:00.007-05:002011-01-28T22:25:01.377-05:00

MB said that yesterday's post made me look like a bad person. So, here I am trying to salvage my reputation. I don't think I really need to, because most of you know me and you know that I'm not actually going to stab children. Adults? Maybe. However, MB is my unofficial, unpaid, after the fact editor. First of all, if you didn't read yesterday's post, go read it. I'll wait. All caught up

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So, I got approximately 1 hour sleep last night. As you may be aware, I spent the night at work due to the weather and my inability to get home without dying in a snowbank somewhere. My pup also spent the night with me because I couldn't leave her home alone for 16hours. It's inhumane. I'll spare you the details, but I basically slept (tried to) in a crappy office chair, gave up due to back

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So, I'm working on a really big post. This isn't it. Sorry. I was going to work on it right now so I could post it tonight, but I think it would be rude. If you follow me on twitter (if you don't, you should), you would know that I am currently snowbound at work. My coworker and I made it in for the 3-11 shift but can't make it home due to the treacherous conditions outside. It's been

GB Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17831284271466430916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352952808421444594.post-81068528153112337392011-01-23T18:01:00.003-05:002011-01-23T18:23:05.009-05:00

The thermostat in here says it is 79 degrees. My nipples say otherwise. So does the cold air I feel blowing out of the heating unit. I swear to all things pointing in opposite directions from my three layers of shirts, it is not freakin 79 degrees in here. But, whatever. I guess I'll just get pneumonia and die right here at my desk. Maybe the next shift will be kind enough to realign my

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This is what I found when I came home tonight. I can't tell you with certainty what happened to this victim. I do know that it died a horrible death. After a thorough examination of the remains, it appears that the victim was decapitated and the rest of the body consumed. Based on previous displays from the killer, it would be my guess that the killer felt that her dinner was not up to the

GB Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17831284271466430916noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352952808421444594.post-61559529029870692322011-01-22T12:47:00.002-05:002011-01-22T13:04:30.848-05:00

Hey peeps. I'm back. First of all, a great big Thank You to all of your well wishes, thoughts and prayers. I heart every single one of you. My Mom is home from the hospital. They think they identified the specific bacteria causing the infection and put her on antibiotics to treat that. They sent her home with instructions to follow up with all her various doctors. She also has to go to

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My mother is back in the hospital. She has been running a low grade fever and just feeling icky for the past couple months. She had a couple episodes early on where she would just get weak and collapse. She said she just lost all the strength in her legs and just went down. When it would happen, she would find herself on the floor of the laundry room, bathroom, bedroom or wherever. She would

GB Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17831284271466430916noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352952808421444594.post-79496962663414744092011-01-15T19:04:00.007-05:002011-01-15T19:32:08.199-05:00

Ahhh. My weekend off. Oh how I have been looking forward to this. I started off by sleeping in. Duh. Well, trying to sleep in. It's hard to do when you hear the grumbling of the pup awakening at your feet. Sometimes, it's a false alarm and she's just stretching or repositioning. You won't know for sure until you hear the jingle of her tags as she rises. Then you hear the grumble/howl that

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Hi peeps! It's Share a Spoon day over at Think Tank Momma's place. Momma hosts this little recipe swap every Thursday and it's a great place to get some yummy recipes. This week, the theme is Souper Salad and Sammies. I told her I was looking for some good sandwich ideas and she hooked me up! She pretty much rocks! I don't have any good sandwich ideas and I pretty much eat the same old romaine

GB Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17831284271466430916noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352952808421444594.post-42695918729989752552011-01-11T20:05:00.002-05:002011-01-11T20:10:53.368-05:00

My plan was to get on here tonight and catch up with everyone. Maybe even post a few things. However, my brain is lacking the capacity for coherent thought at this time. No, I'm not drunk. The Beast is looming. He's been sniffing around my head all afternoon since MB and I got back from walking the trails with the pup. My head feels like it weighs a hundred pounds and everything is kinda

GB Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17831284271466430916noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352952808421444594.post-36078158119737177722011-01-08T20:56:00.005-05:002011-01-08T21:28:07.258-05:00

My kitchen is in a state of disarray and it's making me a little wacky. This is my lovely 1974 kitchen in all of it's glory. I don't hate my kitchen. Not really. Not in the way that I hate spiders. Or hooligans. Or intrusive neighbors. Or pajama clad grocery shoppers. No. The hatred I have for my kitchen is a whole different kind of hate. It's a hate based on love. The kitchen is one

GB Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17831284271466430916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352952808421444594.post-42323878568277413032011-01-06T18:33:00.004-05:002011-01-06T19:23:45.593-05:00

I'm kinda low on inspiration today because my body is slowly being taken over by the plague. My throat is burning and it feels like I swallowed cinnamon flavored steel wool. I also feel generally achy and grumpy and gross. No one wants to hear about that. So, I decided to check out The Daily Post at Wordpress.com. They offer up daily topics that you can use if you are stuck or succombing

GB Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17831284271466430916noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352952808421444594.post-12093426135210782712011-01-04T18:05:00.001-05:002011-01-05T21:22:42.882-05:00

I think my chiropractor is trying to tell me to lay off the cupcakes. I went in for my check up this week so I could get cracked. She's got me coming in every six months at the moment because I'm doing pretty well. I'm not walking at a 45 degree angle. That's good. So, typically what happens is that she brings me in and has me lay down on a table like this one...I lay flat, face down and

GB Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17831284271466430916noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352952808421444594.post-23341259977661437112011-01-03T20:02:00.000-05:002011-01-03T20:03:27.484-05:00

Update: So, after all the drama and the near stroke that I suffered due to the jealous rage coursing through my veins, MB tells me that he wasn't going to go anyway. He says it happens to be on a day that he is scheduled for 24 hours at the firehouse so he had no intention of going. He said it was funny to get me all riled up though. I think MB may be intellectually challenged. Seriously.

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Happy New Year to all! It doesn't feel like a whole year has gone by. But, I guess all the calendars wouldn't lie. Or maybe they would. Maybe that's the kind of year we are going to have. Most likely, I've just let another year go by without really paying attention. I tend to do that. Not that I have anything to show for my year. I'm not rich. I'm not that much skinnier. I'm still unwed

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So, MB and I got married. It was a small ceremony. Well, it really wasn't a ceremony at all. He just kinda proposed and then I had to choose whether to accept that proposal or not and then our ring fingers seemed to have a glow about them and then we were married. Then, we had to find a place to live. We went to this little village to look for a house. While we were there, we went into this

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1) I do, in fact, have the ability to resist chocolate cake. When one was placed directly in front of my face yesterday, I resisted. That may have been a one time thing though. Remember that the higher the chance of people seeing you devour chocolate cake is, the higher the chance is that you will be able to resist it. Had I been able to grab that chocolate cake and lock myself in the

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MB and I spent a very romantic day together at the DMV. Since we share a birthday, we also share an expiration date for our driver's licenses. This means that every 5 years, we get to spend the day together at the DMV. Yay. MB's goal was to get up early, get there when they opened and be done with the DMV by 11 so we could go have lunch.I had other plans. I'm on night shift this week so I'm

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I'm pretty sure a head injury and the subsequent near death experience excuses all of my questionable behavior for the next 4-6 weeks. You see, I took a ricer to the face 5 days ago and it's making me do bad things. What's a ricer, you ask?Well, it's this...It's metal. It's heavy. It should really never be contained precariously in a box on the top shelf of any closet. You see, when I decided

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So, I let the pup out this morning and then discovered that I am a horrible person. She nuzzled me around 7am, while I was warm and cozy and enjoying the opportunity to sleep in for a bit. I got up against my will and stumbled to the sliding glass door to let her out. While she did her business, I tended to mine. My hope was that she would be ready to come back in after her business was done

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Reasons that I do not like going to the grocery store: 1) Men with a list and a child and the inability to know what the hell they should be doing with either of them. Wives - please tell them to move to the right and out of the flow of traffic while they orient themselves. Thank you. 2) People who use themselves, their husbands and a friend to block the entire baking aisle for 30 minutes,

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This is the text conversation MB and I had this morning after he left for work. Me: U forgot ur lunch. And it's snowing!MB: Omg I gotta poopMe: Wow. How gross and completely unrelated. Thanks. MB: I'm stuck doing my stupid physical so I don't find it unrelated. Me: Uh huh. I hope they don't have to do a prostate exam. That could get ugly. MB: Check my facebook status. Me: Can't you

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So, I've been dealing with some Mama Drama over the past weekend and it's really been stressing me out. My mother essentially collapsed on Friday night. My Dad and Brother were with her and called 911. She was fine and then suddenly lost the use of her legs as she was standing at the sink. She just couldn't stand up. She had no strength at all in her legs. The emergency room diagnosed her

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Hi peeps! I'm popping in to say hello before I get snuggled in for the night. It's cold in here and I can't wait to bury myself in the layers of fuzzy blankets in my bed. I have tried to write a few coherent posts tonight, but I keep getting distracted. First it was facebook. Then it was tv. Then it was the sound of the mouse trap capturing the little rodent who has been terrorizing our

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There has been a breach. A boundary breach. So, I think you are all aware that I have some teensy weensy issues with a couple of my neighbors. Not sure what I'm talking about? Then, click on 'my neighbors are assholes' in my labels and you will get the idea. Yeah. We pretty much have one neighbor that we actually speak to on our block. One. We have unofficial feuds with everyone else

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Happy Thanksgiving to everyone! If you are not celebrating Turkey Day, then I hope you are having a Happy Thursday!In honor of this day of giving thanks, here are some things I am thankful for, in no particular order...I am thankful for my little family, MB and Skye girl. I am thankful for the roof we have over our heads. I am thankful that the neighbors don't give us too much sh*t about the

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I had a little cash in my pocket (thanks to a visit with my parents and their habit of stuffing 20s in my purse) and decided to do a little shopping. Since I am on a super tight budget at the moment, I hit the local Goodwill. I have found some really good bargains there and figured I could find some cheap jeans. My size 14s are getting a little big and I can't fit into my size 10s yet. I

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If you haven't read part one, go here. The re-squishing is over. I am cancer free! Woohoo! Let me tell you, they sure don't make things easy for patients in the squishing center. You would think they would be a little more sympathetic and a little less covert. I sign in for my second squishing and have a seat in the waiting room. I then hear the receptionists saying my name in hushed tones

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So, I have to go get my boobs re-squished today because they saw something that needed further testing when I got my mammogram last week. It was my first mammogram ever. My baseline mammogram, according to my doctor. I didn't worry about it. Other than the normal anxiety about what was going to happen to my girls. Turns out, it wasn't that bad after all. It was super uncomfortable. I guess

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