I went to a friend's house yesterday. I had never been to her house before and she has a 9 year old Rottweiler. I don't like big dogs. He came up to me in the drive way, and I kind of just backed away. Not trying to show fear but just overwhelmed with a 125 lb dog that if he stood up on his hind legs would be taller than me (yes, I know that isn't saying much but still)...
Later on, my friend got a phone call and I stepped outside to give her privacy, I decided to walk over to the dog and pat him. MISTAKE. RED FLAG. STUPID... He had his back in the corner (mistake number one) and I just walked up with my hand out to pat, pat, pat on his head (MISTAKE TWO, didn't let him smell me first.) In doing so he just chomped down on my right hand and my TIFFANY'S RING... I didn't yell (I don't think), I didn't scream. I just said, "Your dog bit me" and the family was around me in seconds... I noticed my ring was bent so I quickly removed it and had a little in print from part of the ring in my hand... It didn't really hurt, I was just in shock.... UNTIL I TURNED MY HAND OVER... BLOOD EVERYWHERE... We went inside and rinsed it off and I had a deep puncture wound. We cleaned it out and put a band-aid on it and was good to go...
I was impressed with myself for not freaking out - however, I know from past experiences that when I am seriously hurt I don't freak, so I knew I had moderately hurt myself. Today I have a few teeth mark bruises and a little stiffness in my hand. Not bad.
I didn't want to make a scene and make a big deal out of it because I didn't want to embarrass the dog owner because I was a guest in her house. Plus, she has kids and I didn't want to scare the kids. I hope I acted appropriately.
Monday, August 31, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Accepting any and all referrals
So, I went to therapy last night, already thinking I need a new therapist. I told him how softball ended last week and how I may play on a flag football team and that roller derby starts for me on 9/6... He had the audacity to say, "YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN BORN A GUY!"
Now 24 hour later girl thinks of this just now and realizes WTF? I told him that I am not the kind of girl that sits back and fawns over a guy who plays sports, I will get in there and play and show him just how good I am at the sport... How does that make me man material?
Now 24 hour later girl thinks of this just now and realizes WTF? I told him that I am not the kind of girl that sits back and fawns over a guy who plays sports, I will get in there and play and show him just how good I am at the sport... How does that make me man material?
Friday, August 7, 2009
Vanity Plates
I am the biggest advocate for Vanity Plates - especially in NH because it is so cheap. I have always had them. My first car was K8T-M - LOVED IT. I had come up with K8T in middle school and thought I was rad to the max.
My parents have always had vanity plates as well. On one car was MILLS and the other car was +MILLS... So, when they parked in the driveway it was say MILLS+MILLS... Aw, how cute... When I got old enough I should have gotten =4MILLS (get it? In parking in the driveway it would say MILLS+MILLS=4MILLS - THAT'S A LAUGH RIOT). When I got to college, my friends just started calling me MILLS (because I lived with two other Katie's). So, when I got a newer vehicle (other than my '82 Ford Escort, self proclaimed sport coup) I got &Mills on my license plate. So, when I would come home to visit and park in the drive way it would say MILLS+MILLS&MILLS. We are so effing creative... Interestingly enough my dad has kept the old plates (when NH upgraded their boring plates to have the Man in the Mountain on them) and over the garage doors he has each parking stall labeled with the old plates... Hehehehe.
The point of this blog is that while driving to work the other day I saw an ugly, toaster looking Scion that had a vanity plate that read J+J4eva. I NEARLY vomitted in my mouth a little when I read that. I thought to myself, "Really? Do they really think 4eva exists"? Is it like a tattoo? Like the minute you get someone's name tattooed on you, it is like a death sentence for the relationship; a count down to its demise?
I can speak from experience on this. In 2003, I went to AutoServ of Concord. My 1994 White Chevy Cavalier (which was a Lexus in comparison to the '82 Ford Escort) was just falling apart. I heard the ads for KIA "Do you have a job? Do you have $199?" so I went to get one, anything was better than the Cavalier. Well, all the Kias they had were junk (and in the long run I learned ALL KIAS are JUNK, but that's a story for another day) so the salesman showed me a USED 2002 Kia Optima. Long story short, I bought it (and am still paying for it along w/ my PT CRUISER).
When I bought the Kia I was seriously dating a guy. We were living together, we were moving to Kittery together and renting a HOUSE together. This was the most serious I had ever been in a relationship. What did I do to show my undying love and affection for this guy? I got KEVSGRL on my license plate.... I remember having the conversation with him telling him I had a surprise for him and I told him I was doing it to show the world I was his girl... He said that he wasn't asking me to do it but he appreciated it.
Well, when the whole relationship when to shit, I still had to drive around with that damn license plate! So, I wonder if J+J4eva really put any thought into how long 4eva is... Maybe 4eva means just until the next registration period on that ugly Scion?
(SIDE BAR: I wanted to say that I still have a vanity plate, the previous KEVSGRL decision didn't get me to forget my love of all plates vanity. Mine currently says MI11SIE (which you wouldn't believe causes so many questions... MY elevensies? My onesies? IT'S MILLSIE FOR CHRIST'S SAKE, ever heard of creativity?) My sister has a vanity plate as well MILLZ (it could be just plain Mills or Millsie too)... We rock the vanity plates in good ole NH.)
My parents have always had vanity plates as well. On one car was MILLS and the other car was +MILLS... So, when they parked in the driveway it was say MILLS+MILLS... Aw, how cute... When I got old enough I should have gotten =4MILLS (get it? In parking in the driveway it would say MILLS+MILLS=4MILLS - THAT'S A LAUGH RIOT). When I got to college, my friends just started calling me MILLS (because I lived with two other Katie's). So, when I got a newer vehicle (other than my '82 Ford Escort, self proclaimed sport coup) I got &Mills on my license plate. So, when I would come home to visit and park in the drive way it would say MILLS+MILLS&MILLS. We are so effing creative... Interestingly enough my dad has kept the old plates (when NH upgraded their boring plates to have the Man in the Mountain on them) and over the garage doors he has each parking stall labeled with the old plates... Hehehehe.
The point of this blog is that while driving to work the other day I saw an ugly, toaster looking Scion that had a vanity plate that read J+J4eva. I NEARLY vomitted in my mouth a little when I read that. I thought to myself, "Really? Do they really think 4eva exists"? Is it like a tattoo? Like the minute you get someone's name tattooed on you, it is like a death sentence for the relationship; a count down to its demise?
I can speak from experience on this. In 2003, I went to AutoServ of Concord. My 1994 White Chevy Cavalier (which was a Lexus in comparison to the '82 Ford Escort) was just falling apart. I heard the ads for KIA "Do you have a job? Do you have $199?" so I went to get one, anything was better than the Cavalier. Well, all the Kias they had were junk (and in the long run I learned ALL KIAS are JUNK, but that's a story for another day) so the salesman showed me a USED 2002 Kia Optima. Long story short, I bought it (and am still paying for it along w/ my PT CRUISER).
When I bought the Kia I was seriously dating a guy. We were living together, we were moving to Kittery together and renting a HOUSE together. This was the most serious I had ever been in a relationship. What did I do to show my undying love and affection for this guy? I got KEVSGRL on my license plate.... I remember having the conversation with him telling him I had a surprise for him and I told him I was doing it to show the world I was his girl... He said that he wasn't asking me to do it but he appreciated it.
Well, when the whole relationship when to shit, I still had to drive around with that damn license plate! So, I wonder if J+J4eva really put any thought into how long 4eva is... Maybe 4eva means just until the next registration period on that ugly Scion?
(SIDE BAR: I wanted to say that I still have a vanity plate, the previous KEVSGRL decision didn't get me to forget my love of all plates vanity. Mine currently says MI11SIE (which you wouldn't believe causes so many questions... MY elevensies? My onesies? IT'S MILLSIE FOR CHRIST'S SAKE, ever heard of creativity?) My sister has a vanity plate as well MILLZ (it could be just plain Mills or Millsie too)... We rock the vanity plates in good ole NH.)
Leaving Las Vegas
Yesterday whilst driving to work, the radio show I listen to was discussing the amount of drinks a person can drink TO KILL HIM/HERSELF... What? It was if a person sat down and drank one right after the other (no food, no break) and obviously not for shits and giggles to try out, but for a "Leaving Las Vegas-type of purpose".
Just a side note from the point of this blog for a moment... Have you seen Leaving Las Vegas? That movie has scared me for life. Yes, Nicholas Cage's character wanted to die. Yes, he wanted to drink himself to death. Yes, he met a hooker and ultimately fell in love with her... THIS IS WHERE I WOULD HAVE CHANGED MY MIND, you see. Once I found someone, hooker or not, and fell in love I would have put down the bottle. Nonetheless, like most men, Nicholas Cage's character had a plan and he couldn't derail from that. RUBBISH...
Okay - so a 200lb man would presumably kill himself if he sat down and drank the following (not all of them together because OF COURSE that would wreak havoc on one's innards but each amount of one liquor would shut a guy down for good).
23 Tequila shots
10 Long Island Ice Teas (and honestly back in the day I think I cam close to this amount once)
27 Glasses of RED WINE
32 Bud Light Bottles (I think I know some sigma brothers who have tried that and survived!)
Now a 130lb woman:
13 Shots of Rum
14 Margaritas
15 (or 13 because it was hard to drive, listen and write this down) Appletini's
The last one i missed the number but I think it was 10 pints of Guinness (but that doesn't seem like too much)...
However, this is sitting down and just drinking like you were in a Nathan's Hot dog eating contest. I didn't post this for my friends to take this as a challenge. Albeit, I am sure some people heard this on the radio and thought, "I WILL PROVE THEM WRONG". That is not my point. While I love a drink as much as the next guy, I can't imagine sitting down and saying, "Good-bye cruel world, may I have another". That's where I am a silver lining kind of girl...
Just a side note from the point of this blog for a moment... Have you seen Leaving Las Vegas? That movie has scared me for life. Yes, Nicholas Cage's character wanted to die. Yes, he wanted to drink himself to death. Yes, he met a hooker and ultimately fell in love with her... THIS IS WHERE I WOULD HAVE CHANGED MY MIND, you see. Once I found someone, hooker or not, and fell in love I would have put down the bottle. Nonetheless, like most men, Nicholas Cage's character had a plan and he couldn't derail from that. RUBBISH...
Okay - so a 200lb man would presumably kill himself if he sat down and drank the following (not all of them together because OF COURSE that would wreak havoc on one's innards but each amount of one liquor would shut a guy down for good).
23 Tequila shots
10 Long Island Ice Teas (and honestly back in the day I think I cam close to this amount once)
27 Glasses of RED WINE
32 Bud Light Bottles (I think I know some sigma brothers who have tried that and survived!)
Now a 130lb woman:
13 Shots of Rum
14 Margaritas
15 (or 13 because it was hard to drive, listen and write this down) Appletini's
The last one i missed the number but I think it was 10 pints of Guinness (but that doesn't seem like too much)...
However, this is sitting down and just drinking like you were in a Nathan's Hot dog eating contest. I didn't post this for my friends to take this as a challenge. Albeit, I am sure some people heard this on the radio and thought, "I WILL PROVE THEM WRONG". That is not my point. While I love a drink as much as the next guy, I can't imagine sitting down and saying, "Good-bye cruel world, may I have another". That's where I am a silver lining kind of girl...
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Odd feeling
I had a softball game tonight. It wasn't for my regular team THUNDERBALLS. It was a pick up game Bedford Fire department vs. Bedford Police Department - when I heard that they needed players for the FD I was all for it... THINKING THERE MAY BE SOME HANDSOME MEN THERE...
There were some handsome men on the PD - ALL EFFEN MARRIED... Which I think got me into a funk. I got up 5 times, and was 1-4 (on an error by the third baseman who I think did it on purpose, even though we won 16-5)... However, the whole point of this blog is that I had absolutely no one to call and tell this too. I texted my sister, no response. I thought about texting Holly but she was probably busy with her kids. Marianne was probably with Ryan, Lisa probably putting Ashley to bed... Notice these are all females? Absolutely no guy to chit chat/flirt with... That' s sad. EXTREMELY SAD. My therapist said, "lose another 30-40lbs and MAYBE the guys will come chasing after you... NICE... So, I am just sad.
Even my co-worker said she was falling in love. I say this because if anyone has heard me talk about my older co-worker would know that I am HANDS DOW more gorgeous than her (well, duh! But seriously.) That's what gets me thinking WTF... ON facebook I saw that the biggest loser at my high school, who we all questioned if he actually bathed at all, IS MARRIED. Mind you, she appears to be a wicked winner but still... HOW COME EVEN THE LOSER OF MY CLASS GETS LOVE? It isn't like I am not putting myself out there, but JUMPIN JEHOSAFAT!!!! I am not a leper...
Sorry - I just had to vent because I am 28 lbs down and feel great and am working hard and making a lot of life style changes and it feels like it is all for naught and secretly I would like to get a large Hawaiian pizza delivered and just hoover it down.... AARRGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!
There were some handsome men on the PD - ALL EFFEN MARRIED... Which I think got me into a funk. I got up 5 times, and was 1-4 (on an error by the third baseman who I think did it on purpose, even though we won 16-5)... However, the whole point of this blog is that I had absolutely no one to call and tell this too. I texted my sister, no response. I thought about texting Holly but she was probably busy with her kids. Marianne was probably with Ryan, Lisa probably putting Ashley to bed... Notice these are all females? Absolutely no guy to chit chat/flirt with... That' s sad. EXTREMELY SAD. My therapist said, "lose another 30-40lbs and MAYBE the guys will come chasing after you... NICE... So, I am just sad.
Even my co-worker said she was falling in love. I say this because if anyone has heard me talk about my older co-worker would know that I am HANDS DOW more gorgeous than her (well, duh! But seriously.) That's what gets me thinking WTF... ON facebook I saw that the biggest loser at my high school, who we all questioned if he actually bathed at all, IS MARRIED. Mind you, she appears to be a wicked winner but still... HOW COME EVEN THE LOSER OF MY CLASS GETS LOVE? It isn't like I am not putting myself out there, but JUMPIN JEHOSAFAT!!!! I am not a leper...
Sorry - I just had to vent because I am 28 lbs down and feel great and am working hard and making a lot of life style changes and it feels like it is all for naught and secretly I would like to get a large Hawaiian pizza delivered and just hoover it down.... AARRGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!
Courtesy
I am so "Big Brother is watching me" it is sad. I refuse to get a bank account because I am sick of ATM fees and overdraft fees and all that BS. I refuse to get the easy pass (because I don't have a bank account) and I don't want the DOT in my business. In order to cash my paycheck, I go to wal-mart (hence all the posts about wal-mart). This morning I got up early so I could cash my paycheck and also put some money on my H&R Block card. I go to the customer service desk and waited behind a very filthy man with chicken legs.
When it is my turn to do my business, this woman on a cell phone walks up about 5 inches behind me and waits. When someone is in front of me in line, I give them a wide birth so they don't feel crowded, this woman was all up in my kool-aid and it was making me WICKED uncomfortable. Then, still on her cell phone, interrupts the Customer Service person to say that she has been waiting in line for far too long and has to be to work in 10 minutes and needs her transaction to be quick. She starts bitching and moaning about how so many people have just walked by her that are Wal-Mart employees but no one can run a register. Now, honestly, I have thought the same things, but not aloud to the lone employee who is working her ass off, you know? The rude, personal space invader keeps spewing out and I actually said aloud, "YOU NEED TO SHUT YOUR FACE". She didn't hear me because she was still on the phone.
The reason why I think there should be courtesy in line because I cashed my work check and that is pretty substantial and she was literally causing me a wedgie (THAT'S HOW UP MY ASS SHE WAS). The employee was counting back my payroll check and this woman, who said she was going to work in 10 minutes but had on umbro gym shorts, was breathing down my neck DEFINITELY making plans to pick pocket me.
What pleased me is that the Customer Service lady took her sweet ass time doing my request. LOVE HER. Wanted to go back and check in with her after I went and bought my peppermint chap stick (another story) but I didn't want to be late myself.
My question - when you stand behind someone in a line and they move up to the counter, what is your courtesy personal space zone? I give like 5 feet, I swear! Sometimes when people go up to a bank counter or a customer service desk they need their space/room for privacy, why doesn't everyone feel that way?
When it is my turn to do my business, this woman on a cell phone walks up about 5 inches behind me and waits. When someone is in front of me in line, I give them a wide birth so they don't feel crowded, this woman was all up in my kool-aid and it was making me WICKED uncomfortable. Then, still on her cell phone, interrupts the Customer Service person to say that she has been waiting in line for far too long and has to be to work in 10 minutes and needs her transaction to be quick. She starts bitching and moaning about how so many people have just walked by her that are Wal-Mart employees but no one can run a register. Now, honestly, I have thought the same things, but not aloud to the lone employee who is working her ass off, you know? The rude, personal space invader keeps spewing out and I actually said aloud, "YOU NEED TO SHUT YOUR FACE". She didn't hear me because she was still on the phone.
The reason why I think there should be courtesy in line because I cashed my work check and that is pretty substantial and she was literally causing me a wedgie (THAT'S HOW UP MY ASS SHE WAS). The employee was counting back my payroll check and this woman, who said she was going to work in 10 minutes but had on umbro gym shorts, was breathing down my neck DEFINITELY making plans to pick pocket me.
What pleased me is that the Customer Service lady took her sweet ass time doing my request. LOVE HER. Wanted to go back and check in with her after I went and bought my peppermint chap stick (another story) but I didn't want to be late myself.
My question - when you stand behind someone in a line and they move up to the counter, what is your courtesy personal space zone? I give like 5 feet, I swear! Sometimes when people go up to a bank counter or a customer service desk they need their space/room for privacy, why doesn't everyone feel that way?
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