A constant let down..

I know I keep saying I will be back on my game, then I fail you again.

I have been really busy, and uninspired lately. Nothing interesting has happened to me and rather bore you to tears rambling about how cute my kid is and how fat I am...I decided the silence was better.

The only funny thing I have to offer you is that I will be prancing around in a bikini for a week in Maui. Now that is some funny shit.

The Hub and I are going to see his parents in Colorado with the spawn, then ditching his evil ass with the in-laws while we live it up in Maui. I get to go from Maui to the bay to see my friends and do Gaga with my mom. (yes my mom loves Gaga) while the hub has to fly back and get the spawn. It sounds a lot more exciting when I shop for cute shit to wear on my trips than when I just typed it for you. Sorry.

So this means I will be in vacation mode for 3 weeks, so no posts. Sorry.

I will try to come back with some good stories or pictures of myself with Dog the Bounty Hunter.

Ta-ta bitches!

I get it...you hate Arizona

Well F*ck you!!

I didn't realize how much everyone hates Arizona till this past month when I traveled to different parts of California two weekends in a row. Everytime I got carded, I got a nasty look and some smart ass comment like "do you want to see my papers?" Listen here fucktard. You are white!! So unless there is some random part of Mexico that breads hick white trash, I am pretty sure we are good.

So as I am sure all of you know, AZ passed a new immigration law recently that allows law enforcement to request documentation of legal residency if pulled over for a traffic violation. Let's clarify here. There is NOT a line of 40 cop cars waiting for every gardener in Phoenix to whip into Home Depot so they can zing them. And let's just call it is what it is. If you are in a truck, with 5 guys piled in the back, with a leaf blower AND you are in the Home Depot lot...isn't kind of your own fault? I am just saying....

I may joke, but I can say I don't care, nor do I support, or not support the new law. It is what it is. So assholes in Cali, I did NOT create the law or pass it nor do I enforce it--so back the fuck off and get momma her juice.

Every country, state and town has their own laws, some good and some bad. You don't see Italy shipping back Americans that are suspected of murder on purely circumstancial evidence do you? You don't see China treating American reporters with the highest level of kindness, DO YOU??? And you sure as hell do NOT receive an overwhelming amount of respect when you go to Mexico and support their econmy do you???? I think not bitches. I can't even get Rosa at the taco stand to crack a smile. Everywhere is fucked up. Not just AZ. AZ has a 100 other reasons why it sucks, this just being one of them at the middle of the list.

If you are so worried about the law, then here is some advice. If you ain't legal don't drive like an asshole, don't make yourself obvious (I am talking to you snake skin boot guy at Home Depot) and DO NOT sit in the back of a truck with 5 other guys and no seat belt. That is called a traffic violation my friend. That will get your ass capped.

Flattered...but not me :(

Today my friend Jennifer sent me this article asking if I had written it. After breezing through it, I was sadden and outraged that I had not!!! It made me realize that I need to apply to post for the Onion and that my child should NOT be given ho ho's.

Enjoy, and think of me!

What Mother's day means to me

Mother's day for some is about the family gatherings, hallmark cards and bunches of flowers everywhere. For me, Mother's day is a day to be left the FUCK ALONE!!!
Fuck the family time and long drawn out brunches. Give me a bottle of wine and a hotel room to myself and don't call unless someone is dead.

No crying, shit, piss, bathtime, making dinner and the constant screaming of "MOMMY!!!!"

My favorite part of this made up holiday is to be left alone and have the ability to say "It's mommy's day, now go away."
My plan for Sunday is to make my calls to all the moms, grab breakfast with the hub and the spawn, and take off to MY hotel room for the night. For those of you who find that weird...you don't have kids, so your opinion doesn't matter.

The only shit part of this, is Father's day is right around the corner and payback is a major bitch!

Let Freedom Ring B*tches!

So today was momma's first day of not working for the man, and I gotta tell you--momma like, momma like.

I got up at 7, got the rug rat ready, dropped his ass off at daycare, got my Starbucks on, and then ran my flabby ass around the hood. After all that jazz I ran some errands, got a massage and cooked up some yummy dinner. That's how you do it kids, just like that.

I dropped by the danger zone (aka Target) to pick up some goodies and found some kick ass stuff for the rug rats new room. Now that he is a kid and not so much a baby, we thought it was time to upgrade his ass and hook him up with some ikea shit.
$500 later, we have a tone of boxes all over our house, and rug rat has the same fucking room.

Speaking of Target. Have I mentioned I fucking hate people? Seriously. It aggravates me to no end how just any fucktard can pop out a dozen kidlets and expect my ass (my husband's ass) to pay for them to stay alive.

I had just entered Target and I see these too little UGLY bratty ass (chubby) kids RUNNING and SCREAMING up and down the aisles with what looked like grandma yelling "COME HERE! STOP RUNNING" with tears in her eyes. That little shits kept running right into me and almost knocked the kombucha out my hand. After watching the grandma desperately trying to catch up to them I said "hey, slow down, you are in a store and you should be respectful." Out of nowhere free Willy came stomping and said "we got them, they just got away, mind your own business!" Momma quickly looked around to try to find who that whale was talking to, because I know it was not me. Wait a fucking minute, I am the only one here. Her LARGE, I am talking LARGE, ass went stomping trying to catching her little shitheads, which kept running away from her and "grandma."

May I have a moment please? I typically do not involve myself with other folks business, HOWEVER, if you ugly ass kids are going to invade my personal shopping experience and almost knock my $3.59 kombucha out of my head, it is my mother****** business. I had a Bad Girls Club moment real quick, but then brought it back to level 2.

The point of my story is, if you can't catch your kids, get on a diet and tie that shit in a knot. The world does not need any more rotten kids running around.

It's been a pleasure working with you..

The conversation went a little something like this...

ring, ring, ring

"Hello"

"Hey, I heard you were leaving. When is your last day?"

"Friday"

"I hate to ask this from you before you leave, but can you do me a favor?"

" I am super swamped right now. Can this wait till next week? Call me Monday and I will get it all wrapped up for you."

"No problem. Good luck, it's been nice working with you."

"Thanks"

Another genius at my company...

Can you please stop eating your own shit?

What the fuck is going on???? Our puppy Jet, is obsessed with eating his own shit. I have watched dogs puke then clean up their mess, which sometimes I wish my son would do. Wouldn't be nice if when your kid puked all over the fucking place including down your shirt, if they got up and cleaned it all up before you had to stumble your tired ass down the stairs? As much as Jet repulses me, I think he is on to something.

Jet went from being a chill sweet dog (like the first week) to the biggest regret of the decade. We have bowls, I am talking multiple bowls of dog food sprinkled all over this fucking place, yet he chooses to snack on his own shit. It depends on his mood if he wants fresh turd or Cajun style shit log. It would be one thing if he would have his afternoon snack outside, but the little asshole decides to track it through the house and on our custom area rug. 2,000 sq ft of concrete and another 1,500 of wood and tile, and he picks the area rug in the living room. He looks at me with that fuck you face while i chase his ass around the living room. Is it possible that even my dog, which was homeless a few months back even hates me? My personal favorite moment is when he digs my kids dirty diapers out of the trash in the nano second it is on the ground. What the hell? I mean seriously. How can your OWN shit be that tasty? If it is as good as he acts like it is, maybe we can cure world hunger if everyone ate their own turds. It is so fucking disgusting. I just spent the last 15 minutes yelling at Jet to drop the turd out of his mouth. It's like I am doing you a favor here buddy, trust me that toasty turd will not do wonders for that figure of yours. I wonder if it is like eating double calories on the way out. It is just so odd to me how any animal can find that tasty.

The best part of the whole thing, is after he eats his deuce from the afternoon he runs up and licks my child's face. Just lovely. Please lick me next you grubby asshole. Is it wrong to want to leave the front door open and act surprised when he vanishes? I love animals, but this little fuckers days are numbered....

Time to get my shit together

Ok kids, momma is back. I know it's bee awhile, and yes I know every time I make grand promises--but this time I am sticking to my grand plan. I WILL post once a week. Just watch me work it.

So BIG news. Someone quit their shit job. Wanna guess who? Go on ahead. Yeah that's right. Freedom looks good on me.

I am going to work for the hubby and his business and try to act like an adult. :)

Here's the deal..I am going to blog a little more honest, dirty and out of control, as if I were there in live form. If you don't like it--go read some Midwest rejects knitting blog and F* off. I will not censor my feelings or language anymore. Sensitive NO more. How you like them apples?

So I am still trying to lose those 10 lbs. It's almost a joke with myself at this point. Every Monday is the "day" and every Tuesday is filled with regret and self hate. I convinced myself with a more flexible schedule I can finally get this flabby shit body of mine back in shape...must not let the wine distract me...

I have been meaning to blog about Project Runway (PR), but this season bored me to tears and Mila's fucking ugly mug annoys me so much; I can't muster the energy to type. Emilio should win, end of story.
Still loving Modern Family and a few others...but obviously I don't LOVE them otherwise I would actually remember the show names.

Ok--momma has got to get her drink on and enjoy my 5 minutes of peace and quiet before my husband comes banging shit around and wakes up my devil spawn.

TTFN

The constant cycle of piss and shit

Hello, hello, hello...

So the holidays are over and I am 5lbs heavier and more in debt than I was 2 months ago. With the holidays and new year, I think we all look at our lives and try to find ways to improve it. One area of my personal life that has become neglected is our beloved dog Lexi. Lexi, who was once known as "Sexy Lexi" has really let herself go. I would look at her and think, "god girl, why have you let yourself put on all that weight?" Oh wait, that's my fault...shit. Lexi came into our lives with a live in pal, Chubs. Once 4 became 5 and Stone joined the family, Chubs wasn't not feeling it. Out of love for Chubs and our child we had to find Chubs a new home. (which by the way he is a king in his new pad, so I think we did the right thing)

Of course once we found Chubs a new home we (being my husband and I) made the commitment to spend more time with Lexi, yada, yada, yada...
With life, work, being a parent, time quickly slips away and before you know it the clock has hit 10PM and the life has been sucked out of you. Over the last year Lexi has really lost her spunky overly chipper personality and has become an old lazy chubby mut. All our fault.

After feeling the pressure from our sitter who often watches Lexi for us, we decided to get another dog. Because puppy mills and breeders piss me off, I will ONLY adopt or rescue a mut in need. I quickly started searching through non profit rescues and looking at their inventory of little fuzzy friends that needed homes. Not sure if the holiday spirit got to everyone but there were NO dogs available at the golden or lab rescue. NOT to mention it is close to impossible to get anyone to call you back. After feeling frustrated and annoyed, I turned to Craigslist. I remembered when we took in an abandoned dog Rocky, we were able to find him a great home on craigslist. So I thought, maybe there is a Rocky out there for us? A few caught my eye, but I was really trying to resist the puppy route. Between Stone and my every day life, the last thing i wanted to do was pick up more shit all day. My husband however, wanted that cute fluffy puppy...

We found an adorable 12 week old little 1/2 boxer/ 1/2 German Sheapard and just fell in love. About 10 minutes after meeting her, we agreed there was no need to search any longer. Nevermind that fact that the owner was planning on dropping her at the humane society that week if she couldn't find her a home. In my eyes, we just rescued a dog from being placed in a cage and possibly never placed in a home.

Lucy was great!! She slept through the night, loved Lexi, was great with Stone...
Then it happened. The first shit dropped and it hasn't stopped sense. As my husband complains about having to pick up piss and shit and constantly having to take shoes out of her mouth. I kindly, with love of course, remind him that he was the one who wanted a puppy. I was perfectly fine with an adult dog.

As I was picking up a big steamy piece of dog shit by the sliding door which was open, it hit me, my life is a constant cycle of shit and piss.

losing my holiday mojo

Ok, so I know I dropped off there for a bit, and I am sorry.

My pain in the ass ex co-worker FINALLY left--however, it totally screwed me on the work front. I have double the work and double the annoying people I have to deal with daily, leaving me cranky and literally out of time to blog. Not to mention all of the holiday crazziness, I am emotionally drained and burnt out.

My child has decided that he no longer sleeps through the night. Getting up at 2AM screaming "Mom, Mom, Mommy, Mom" is the new hip to do for 2 year olds, apparently.

Other than my son sucking the life out of me every night, things have been good. Stone is growing up so fast, and becoming cuter by the day. We did he whole Santa is coming production this year. It was amazing how quickly he caught on and made the connection with Santa and presents. Next year I can only imagine will be even better.

With the holidays winding down and the New year quickly apporaching, I am losing my mojo. Or maybe it is the abundance of holiday sweaters I am forced to look at every flipping day around this joint. Can someone please explain to me how ANY one person can thing a sweather with shit hanging all off of it is fashionable? Does a 40-something old woman need a sweater with a Santa on it???? I mean really...I just don't get it...

I promise to get better about the blogging thing in the New Year. Be patient with me...

Updates

I realized I started to blog on 2 different topics, totally unrelated, and never followed up on either one of them.

My September 15th post, Get Lost Frizz
AND
I'm just shady like that (a classic tale)

First, an update on my Keratin treatment. I loved it! My after results were amazing. For those of you who are Facebook users, search Snapdragon Studio, in Phoenix and check out the before & after photos. The only bad news is, you cannot and should NOT ever use any products with SODIUM SULFATE in it. Super no, no. Well, I guess our friends at Bumble & Bumble reformulated their thickening spray, without telling anyone. Guess what new ingredient they added? Yes, the devil. So as much as I loved the treatment, I noticed it fading really fast. For the amount of money I paid, I expected a little more wear to come from this. I casually mentioned it to my hairdresser and she asked "do you have the Thickening spray or the Thickening Hairspray?" There's a difference? I went home and checked, and I had the "hairspray" version, which apparently is the new one with the sodium sulfate in it. I spent weeks being super careful and trying not to wash my hair unless needed to preserve my treatment, meanwhile I was stripping the treatment the entire time. Total bummer. Ladies, always check the bottle, even if you used it forever.

Now on to me, Miss "Shady", my nightmare co-worker has given her notice. (HOOOORRRAAYYY!) one less thing to deal with at work. I felt indifferent toward her for awhile, but then as she became more negative and bitchy (hard to imagine that is possible) I became more withdrawn and annoyed with her presence. I just couldn't wrap my head around how an adult could act this way and get away with it for 3 years. I just don't get it. I am glad she left before things got ugly. In addition to her stunt with me, she alienated the entire group here at work and made it pretty apparent that she was doing us all a favor by showing up. The only down fall is that I have to pick of the slack of her work. Which honestly, is better than dealing with her childish shit all day. I have feeling she will not be missed, and there will be no tears shed on her last day. I guess in the end, we all get what we deserve. Being "Shady" paid off after all.

Another one bites the dust

Let's recap last week...

Gordana, although she sports a super hot, fun and sexy name, she dresses her models like nuns going for a night out on the town. Seriously, who would wear this crap?
Want to go from super skinny to humpty dumpty? Where this shitty suit from the earlier 90's. Good job Gordana. Way to disgrace the name...

Christopher's dress looked like it took a shit all over the floor after eating a bag of marshmallows. I used to love him, but now I have ask myself how he continues to last in this competition. Do you think if Logan cried he would have stayed? Get a box of Kleenex and shut up you big baby!


Carol Hannah, although she has a total white trash name, and sometimes trailer park tendencies, she designed a super cute dress. It is perfect for all of those holiday parties coming up!

Ughhh this is the part I hate. Giving a total &^%$ any credit. Irina the school bully (aka bitch face)did a good design once again. (annoying!) I wish just one week the judges would say something negative to this %$#@. Her attitude reminds me very much of a certain someone I work with. Bitter, insecure, nasty, unprofessional and jaded.
Irina is not that cute to be acting the way she does. Big bug eyes and Bugs Bunny teeth. If you are going to be a total a*hole on TV, you better make sure you are something special. For those of you who care to see her design, look here.

Drum roll....the winning look is....
Althea obviously had me in mind when she created her little outfit. I would rock that all day long up and down the halls at work. Everyone loves a over sized sweater. Althea deserved to win. In typical Irina fashion (once again, reminds me of my co-worker) had to make sure everyone knew she was better by slamming Althea's design. Irina, no one is trying to copy you. Get over yourself!
Althea held herself together and did not fly across the stage and beat that bitch down, like she should have. Go Althea!

Ladies...and my gays..grasp yourself...this is the hard part...
Booooyfrrrieeeennddd Logan crashes and burns...
(For you straight men. Boyfriend is just like hey, that's boyfriend. You are cute, not great, but cute.)
Boooooyyyyyyyyffffrrrrrrieeeennnnnnddd is that you are super yummy and pleasing to the eyes. You have to drag the whole word out.

Logan, sweetie, what happened here? Let's be honest, you aren't the most talented designer. But could you have not done something better for us? I don't even know what this is supposed to be?
This is like Forever 21 $5 clearance rack. Could you not have racked that pretty little head of yours and pulled together something a little less Battle Star Galactica?
Sadness. You dug your own grave, and the judges just filled the hole.

My predictions: Christopher will be gone next week
Top 3, Althea, Bitch Face, & Carol Hannah

You are not the boss of me

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If life were a TV show

Do you ever watch a TV show and wish you could live in it? Be that one character?
I find myself obsessing when I watch Gossip Girl. I am so Blair, and minus those TINY mini skirts, I should have Serena's wardrobe.
I also find myself wishing in some weird way I lived in the show Greek. I missed out on that whole college experience, and something about spending all day prancing around 'campus' just seems young and fun. I am not sure that I would be much of the sorority type, but I do enjoy drinking--which I am pretty sure is one of the requirements.
The great thing about TV, is it gives you this false sense of what life really is like. Stay at home mommy's with 4 children, do not have washboard tummies or dress in Gucci on a Tuesday afternoon for soccer practice. But it would be nice to.
Desperate Housewives always tells me, it is ok to be divorced with kids. You will still live in a huge house and drive a Volvo with a rocking bod. No worries. Just let him go. B
Brothers & Sisters showed me that mom's bake and host dinner parties.
Ugly Betty--hey if you a receptionist you can afford wear designer clothing from head-to-toe. Shit, I need to get casted on a TV show. Maybe a reality show. Look at John and Kate. Being famous hasn't changed them.
hmmm what to call my show? I got it! The sad reality. Get it?
I kill myself.

Dear Satan,

It has been about 3 weeks since you have taken over my son's (Stone)body. I was just wondering how long you intend to stick around for? It's not that I mind the hitting, screaming, tanturms, resistance, crying and complete disregard of authority. It is just I miss my sweet little boy, and since you have moved in and destroyed his soul--mommy and daddy have lost theirs.

Maybe we can work out a deal? I have been really generous and have not charged you rent. Perhaps you can find another child to take over and we can call it even?
Sunday when we switched Stone's crib out to a toddler bed, I was really hoping you would work with us. Let him take a nap, sleep through the night--you know the basics.
Hey, I get it. Freedom is exciting. You can get in & out of that little box you used to be once confined to. The light switch is pretty entertaining, and of course the thrill of squeezing apple juice EVERY where is always liberating. But did you really have to force him to poop? That sort of sealed the deal that a nap was not happening.

Mommy and daddy are really struggling here. What can we do to get you to move out and return my baby's soul? You can keep mine, and I know Josh would be willing to sacrifice his. Work with me. There is a neighbor kid up the street that seems well behaved. Maybe you can teach his parents a lesson. What do ya say? It could be a fun Halloween surprise....????

Aww...to be 16 again

It was a Sunday night at the state fair. A little beer, lots of fried goodness, a good friend, and an old romance.

Stone Temple Pilots made their way through Phoenix Sunday. I must admit, I was taken back by the idea of them playing the State Fair. It is so beneath them, I couldn't rap my head around the idea of them playing such a low-class establishment, when we have funky venues, like the Celebrity Theatre around.
I instantly dragged my friend Shayna with me for a night of fun.
I was super excited to see them. I always loved them, and even went through a period of unhealthy obsession directed at Scott Weiland. I realized Sunday that I haven't moved on from that obsession, even at the seasoned age of 28. let's just say; no regrets on the 8th grade yearbook dedication "STP rules!"

There was no opening act, which I must say was refreshing. I hate being forced to sit through some washed up band playing some annoying ass song in the hopes that the band everyone really came to see would show up soon. Do you ever feel like the opening band in your life? Sometimes I do. I think, oh I know you don't want to deal with me, but the person you really want is tied up--so suck it up. Always second choice, or an afterthought. "What was her name again?" I would say being the opening band would sum up my daily work life.

Back to the show. Lights went out, music started, and there he was. Scott Weiland was sexy as ever, and I wanted to do things to him that would make Jenna Jamenson blush. God, how did I forget how hot he was? His crazy drunk guy dancing was even hot. How has he recycled through 2 wives? Beat me, cheat on me, go to rehab--when you look like he does--the world is your oyster. I couldn't keep my eyes off his thin and lean body moving around the stage.

Another high point of the show was that they focused on the older stuff. I think that is what everyone was hoping for. Wicked Garden, Plush, Sex type thing, creep, unglued,& dead and bloated were just some of the songs they played. I was a little bummed they didn't play Sin or Silvergun superman, which were some of my old favorites. Considering how many albums they have and how long they have been around I really think they did a great job on song selection. Thinking the concert would take my back to the Pet Shop Boys concert 3 years ago, which was just shameful and embarrassing. (They filled less than 1/4 of the arena and the props looked right out of '83) I was overly excited and impressed how amazing STP still is today. There wasn't a person in the arena who didn't sing along to every single song, or chant STP! STP! STP! in hopes of bringing them back for an encore. I felt like I was 16 again. Drooling over a man I would never meet, or ever get closer to than section C, row 10, seat 8. For split moment, I forgot that I was a mom pushing 30, and Scott Weiland was a washed up rock star recovering drug addict over 40. I couldn't have asked for a better night.

Who does that????

You all know how obsessed with true crime I tend to be. So of course when People magazine had the exclusive photos of Jaycee Dugard in this past week's issue, I just about shit myself. I have been glued to this story since the day they found her and her 2 girls. (For those of you who don't know who Jaycee Dugard is, you are a fucking idiot or live under a rock. She is the kidnap victim who was found 18 YEARS after her abduction living in a tent in the backyard of her kidnappers. Watch the news people.)
Anyway, back to my story. People released the issue Tuesday, and I had been meaning all week to snatch up a copy, but kept forgetting. Last night I sent my husband on a wild goose chase to get me a copy. He went to 4 stores, and all were sold out and stocking the October 19th issue. It is only the 16th, WTF?
FINALLY! He finds me a copy, and I am overly excited to sit down and look through the photos of Jaycee...then I noticed the article starts off really odd, like mid sentence. I look at the page number, and it says 61. Then I look to the page to the left and it is an advertisement, so I flip backwards. The last numbered page was 52, so I count, and it turns out the page to the left of my page 61, is page 56. Some asshole took 4 pages from my magazine, and OF COURSE it is from the Jaycee story. Motherfuckers!!!!!! Who does that? Who just takes pages out of a magazine in a bookstore!! It is $3.99, buy the motherfucker!! I was so pissed. I could barely control my anger. As a parent, there are very few moments in your life you have to yourself, to enjoy something that is just for you. My true crime shows, movies and news stories, are my ME time. Some fucktard robbed me of my ME moment.
FUCK YOU page stealer!!

Modern Family

Who else noticed Ugly Betty was shifted to the Friday line up??

America better start hitting the street for a new role. Friday is the prime time graveyard.

I wish they would do something with her. What grown ass adult, who works at a Fashion magazine, dresses like that? Isn't it time we let little Betty grow up and blossom a little? Show a little boob and ass? Can't they remove the braces at least?
The 2 hour premiere is this Friday, I will keep my fingers crossed it is more inspiring than last season.

On a lighter note, I am loving the new show Modern Family. I just about died last night when 16 year old Hayley's boyfriend sang "I wanna do you" in front of the whole family. Catchy tune that was. I found myself humming "I wanna do you, like you wanna do me, do me, do you" all night while tapping my feet. Please tune in to this great show, so another awesome show doesn't jump the shark.

People are F* idiots

I just about died when I did my daily gossip check and saw the breaking news banner flashing on AOL. "6 year old boy missing:flies away in homemade balloon"

WTF? so I investigate and it appears so kooky family in Colorado built a saucer looking air balloon, in which the 6 yr old boy flew away in. Just to give you a gauge of this family, they appeared on the show Wife Swap. Classy people I am sure.

The Colorado police launched a all point search, including aircraft for the missing boy after the balloon landed empty. As a parent, I just about died when I was reading this article. I mean really, who does this shit.

The boy was eventually found, ALIVE, in the family's home. He was hiding in the attic. (someone starved for attention?)

I really hope this fucktard family gets charged hefty fines for this!

To read the article, click here.

Bored to death

If you are going to call a show "Bored to Death" you should really go over and beyond on making it interesting. The title of the new HBO show Bored to Death, pretty much sums up how I feel when I am watching it.

I am super excited when Curb came back and thought I would give HBO's new show a try, and have been super disappointed. I had high hopes with such a great cast, Jason Schwartzman, Ted Danson and one of my favs Zach Galifianakis, but have been let down a big way. The same kind of let down when you go to Krispy Kreme wanting that HOT sign to be glowing in the night, only to find it off, and this mornings batch sitting out.

On the same note--I am bored to tears at work. My P.I.T.A. co-worker I blogged about a month ago, continues to be a total distraction and impossible to deal with. In this job market, my options are clearly limited and it makes me feel discouraged and uneasy. Like I am going to be 35 yrs old asking myself "where did my life go?"