Expression

It's the last day of February, and I feel the need to write something.

Mostly because I think it's pretty sad that I have thus far only written 3 times this month.

However, that should give you some idea as to how busy I have been.   There have been some days...nay, weeks, where I have wanted to rip my hair out, burst into tears or punch something.  All very strong emotions, none of which seemed entirely appropriate to do at the time I felt the urging, so I made do with banging my head on my desk, throwing my hands up in the air or pressing my hands to my temples in the hopes that with enough pressure, I could make it all go away.  For those of you wondering if this works, I am here to tell you that...it doesn't.

When all is said and done, people will still procrastinate (I personally know NOTHING about procrastination), they will pester you when you're busy, ask questions they can figure out themselves, ignore your pleas for help, pile on more for you to do, fail to give you important information and fail to do their own jobs correctly.

I'm not complaining, really, I promise I am not.  I am merely explaining away some of my recent frustration.  I'm not looking for an "I'm so sorry" or a "I can't believe they do that!", trust me, I get enough of that from the people I work around.  I just like being able to throw it out into the void....even at the risk of sounding whiny.

Though...this would be a good time to remind you that a Classy Broad is never whiny...merely expressive.  :)

Holy Gusts of Wind, Batman!

Can we talk about how windy it has been today?
No?
Oh...(well, it was really, really windy) ok then.

I hate apartment hunting.
I do.
I hate trying to find something that is a decent size, in my price range, with washer/dryer hookups (or at least laundry facilities nearby), in an area that I am comfortable with and which hopefully does not smell like cat pee.
It's not like I'm asking for vaulted ceilings, a fireplace, swimming pool, breakfast in bed, and someone to fan me while they fed me peeled grapes all for the low monthly price of $700.  I'm not asking that!  I just want someplace nice, where I don't feel like I need 17 locks on my front door and a can of mace at the ready.

I hate apartment hunting.
I do.

Long time, No read

I know!  It's been a long time since I last posted...almost 20 days actually.  I apologize.
You wouldn't believe the number of times I thought to myself, "Self...(I actually refer to myself as 'Goddess Divine', but that's another story...anyway...) Self...you should really get your act together and write on your blog."  At which point a silent battle ensues between the creative side of my brain, and the side that wants to go to sleep (did I fail to mention that this battle tends to happen around 11:30 at night?)...you can tell which side of the brain has been winning lately.

Well, I managed to get enough done on my homework that I felt comfortable stopping a bit earlier than anticipated, so now you lovely readers get to enjoy the "creative" side of my brain for a little bit.  You're such lucky people!

Since the last time I graced you with my typing skills, I have spent an inordinate amount of time at work, gotten the flu, re-read some Harry Potter, done some homework, made fondue, eaten fondue, sprinted toward buses and trains (with moderate success), painted pottery, discovered the wonders of the Shark steam mop, pranced in snow, lifted heavy suitcases, done homework, avoided homework, closed an online-dating profile, looked at apartments, played games, eaten trifle and sushi (not together, that would be gross), seen old friends, gone to Park City, looked adorable (naturally...), attempted crossword puzzles, been chastised, learned lots of not-so-useful Presidential trivia, almost committed to hiking Havasupai in May, contemplated trips to San Diego or Portland, spent time with my Mumsie (yep, that would be you Mom...embrace your new nickname), replaced a kaput flat-iron, cooked some deliciousness, cleaned up messes and attempted to sleep in.

All in all, not a bad 2 weeks, though some parts of it were definitely better than others (those who have already heard me vent can attest), but for the most part I can't complain too much...or at least I don't really want to.

You do WHAT?

I would like to state for the record that I am not crazy.
I have not entered the Twilight Zone, nor have I been invaded by a body snatcher (as far as I know).

Why am I starting this post off on the defensive?

Well....because I have started doing something completely out of character.  No, I did not realize my lifelong dream of becoming a singer on Broadway, hop a plane to New York, and start auditioning like there was no tomorrow.  Though, that's not a half bad idea...maybe if things don't pan out in the next couple years...

Focus, Lisa.  Focus.

I have joined the mad throngs of women who watch a certain show.  A show that part of me is really ashamed to watch...no, I did not start watching Glee, I'm not that crazy.  I've started watching Say Yes to the Dress on Netflix.

I know!  I know...I'm not that person.  I don't ogle wedding dresses.  I haven't dreamed of weddings for the past 25 years, I don't really care about all that stuff....though, I do like lace.  That much I know.

I like watching the show and seeing these girls (who have WAY too much money available to them for a DRESS!) find the dress of their dreams, I like seeing their face light up, their parents shed tears of joy, I got some satisfaction when the crazy consultant I didn't like got fired (I'm awful, I know). 

I do find it a bit funny that while watching the show, I think things like, "I could never wear something like that", "I can't believe someone designed something that looks like that", "Not only did someone design something that looks like that, but someone bought something that looks like that!", and my favorite, "That wouldn't work for a Mormon wedding".  That last one crosses my mind multiple times during an episode...because I'm cool like that.

So no, I am not sitting here bemoaning the fact that I am a single gal, nor am I hankering to try on poofy white dresses, I just like watching other people do it.