Commercials at Their Worst

Are you ever watching tv and then a commercial pops up for a certain medication and it's the dumbest commercial in the whole wide world? For example: A group of friends are all sitting around a table discussing this new medication this one lady is on. Then she starts talking about how many doses are safe to take daily, the side-effects, and how you should of course check with your physician first. The ladies all ask their friends questions filled with medical terms and the lady answers them like she's reading cue cards.

Natural, right?

WRONG!

Ugh, these commercials are SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO ANNOYING!

This is how this commercial would work in real life:
I can't drink that wine.
Why not?
I'm taking this pill that makes me poop in my sleep.
EWWWW! HAHAHA!
It's just one of the side-effects, no big deal.
That is disgusting!
I know it is, but I just wear a diaper to bed so I don't have to do laundry every afternoon.
Is there any other weird side-effect?
Oh yeah, death.
Figures.
I know! Death is always a side-effect.
Anyway...did you watch The Office last night?

And there you have it. If only all commercials were this true. Real life rocks!

New topic! Here are some pictures of my place and one of me! :) Ignore the clutter.

The Yoplait yogurt container has Christmas cookies in them...not yogurt.

I'm taking my tree down on January 1!

What?! It's almost 2013!

Thank goodness we're all still alive after the 2012 apocalypse. ;) I know you all thought I was dead since I haven't been active since November 2011. Holy crap, I'm so sorry I haven't posted. My sister-in-law nudged me to start blogging again and I agree, I do need to start blogging again.

My how my life has changed. I started a new job in May 2012 as a proofreader at an accounting firm. I love my job. I moved out in August 2012, and I live in a one-bedroom unit of a 4-plex. I absolutely adore my place. It's cute and just the right size. I should post pictures. I'll do that tomorrow. Right now I'm sitting on my couch and I don't feel like moving to grab my camera. I shouldn't have cleaned today. My camera (new camera, btw, and it's totally awesome!) used to be in arms length. Now it is not. Cleaning...I tell ya! *shakes fist*

Also, I had another one of my ten minute plays produced at the children's theater. It was fun, as always. I don't know if I'll submit one for 2013...we'll see. 

I'm living happily. Life is an amazing thing. I've thoroughly enjoyed 2012 and what it has brought me. I can't wait for 2013. I have a feeling it's going to be a glorious year!

I hope all is well with you!

You're Gonna Miss This

I figured out what my role in life is. Don't worry, this won't be some deep and meaningful post. You should know that by now.

What I really mean is: I know what my role in life is while I'm driving in my car. (More lighthearted. You are welcome)

I drive a 1996 Pontiac Grand Am. It's had better days - like back in the 90s when I wasn't driving it, but it's gotten me from point A to point B, so I'm not complaining. I'm not. I love my car. I know my car and how it drives.

It's like my car was built for me. The driver's seat adjustment is permanently locked into place. Some bar or gear or something broke, so only I can drive my car comfortably. Sure, I get frustrated with it sometimes, like how my window will never roll down again so going through the drive-thru is only doable by me opening up my door and ordering my McDouble like a freak.

But when I'm driving on the highway or exit ramp, my car and I are a blessing. Since my car takes awhile to get up to the speed limit, my slow acceleration happily lets other cars switch lanes. That's what my role in life is on the road. I'm the person who when you are frustrated because you can't get into your lane or if your lane is ending and you desperately need to get over...have no fear, my Pontiac Grand Am is here!

When my car finally takes it's last breath it will be a sad day. It's been my only car since I got my license, and I'm going to miss it. And the other drivers out there will miss my car too.

Grown-Up Fingernails

Some people have really nice fingernails. I call them grown-up fingernails. They're even, strong, and a polite length. Mine are just the opposite: crooked, weak, and short/on the verge of the fingernail not even being called a fingernail anymore. Oh, and sometimes they're dirty or have chipped blue nail polish on them. I like to think that they have personality - "those fingernails have lived," people will say as they pass me on the street. Yet, I still want to have grown-up fingernails.

I keep telling myself that when I grow up I will achieve nice fingernails. Well, it's been 24 years and my fingernails still look like crap. Sometimes I think I can grow them out, but I just snag them on something and then decide to rip them instead of clip them.

I'm pretty keen on my hands and fingers though. They are pretty :)

24

Howdy, howdy, howdy! I'm 24 years old now :) I was born on Labor Day and my birthday was on Labor Day this year. Yay! It was a good birthday. I went out to lunch with my bff Andrea at Buffalo Wild Wings. Then I met my parents at the movie theater. We saw The Debt - really good movie. Then my brother and his family came over for supper and cake.

Since my last post, I left you wondering how our team did in our volleyball tournament. We were seeded 3rd out of nine teams. We never got to play the all-girl team again, but we would've definitely beat them if we had, and we ended up with 2nd place!! The team seeded in 8th place won - weird, right? They played the number 1 team and beat them! We watched with wide eyes in hopes that the 1st place team would lose, and they did. Holy crap, it was hilarious :) So we ended up in the championship game with the number 8 team and lost. It's okay. We should've beat them, but they deserved to win. They played a better game than us. It's as simple as that.

Now I'm on a new volleyball league with a different team. We played our first game last night and won. It was fun, as it always is.

Here's a picture of my niece Elsie. She is 2months old now!Elsie and me in August.

Time for a Kinsey Update

Since I've been gone, I need to do a catch-up with the lovely people who (hopefully) still read my blog when I have a new post. I'm crossing my fingers on that one.

1. I've been in bar volleyball league since the end of May. We're pretty good. Probably 2nd in our Wednesday bracket. There's one team that's really good, and a guy on the team wears one long colored sock. It's weird, so we call him the sock man. And whenever we have a really good hit, Jeremy says, "We need to put a sock on you!" Haha, we think it's funny.

2. On Wednesday we played an all-girl team. We had three guys and two girls on our team, since Andrea couldn't make it to the game. The rules are you need to ask the other team if it's okay to play with less girls than guys. I hate asking, and I've only had to ask one other time, but I strolled over to their side of the net and asked politely, "Is it okay if we play with three guys and two girls? My friend is a teacher (put that in there for good measure) and she can't make it."

They were silent for about five seconds too long before one girl said, "This happens to us every week."

"So is it okay?" I asked, completely ignoring her snarky remark.

"Fine."

Good, I thought. Then we started playing and the all-girl team totally sucks!! They are really bad. The snarky one did that one arm hit almost every time a ball came to her. We won all three games easily. Then at the end I heard the captain talking to the ref: "What would have happened if we said no they can't play with more guys?" The ref shrugged - he was probably thinking, it doesn't matter because next week is the tournament and the brackets are already up and you guys suck, so it really doesn't matter.

The girl then said, "Because next time this is not going to happen."

I stood there, signed off on the score sheet, and walked away. Seriously, they are the 2nd to worst team on our league. We could have played with three people and still killed them. I can't wait to play them next week (with our entire team) and really slam it in their faces.

3. I have a new niece in my family. My sister Tyne had her first baby in July. She named her Elsie, and she is soooooo cute! I'm her Godmother too! Yay! She likes to poop though. Just today, she was at our house and my mom was holding her. Then we heard this loud, juicy fart, and my mom pulled her away and Elsie's poop shot out of the side of her diaper - onto my mom's leg and the floor. GROSS! That was a nasty one. But she's still cute :)

4. I'm slowly running out of money. Even with my job (which is now only part-time) I'm just making my loan payments and other bills. It stinks. Thank goodness I live at home and don't have to pay for rent or groceries. Oh no, I just said, "Thank goodness I live at home." Something might be wrong with me.

5. Big Brother is my new favorite reality TV show. I want to be on it so bad! Does anyone else watch it?

6. I'm obsessed with a new show. It's not a "new" show, but it's new to me. I started watching Battlestar Galactica on Netflix Instant, and I LOVE it! It's so good. If anyone is looking for a show that is action/romantic/drama/mystery, then this is a show for you! It's also kind of funny. I started watching it on Sunday and I'm already done with the first season.

Battlestar Galactica

Well, I'm off to a wedding this weekend, and I promise to post more.

Robot Bank

I feel like I have certain situations that happen to me more than any other person I know. For example, the other day I ran to the bank to make a deposit. One would assume this a simple task. So did I, believe me, so did I...

I've never been to this bank before, but I expected it to be like most banks. Tellers greeting you with their sad smiles, that ONE guy holding a bucket full of change, a smelly but very tan dude with sweat stains on the back of his cut-off tee, and the mother trying to control her wild children and then threatening them with "NO wii time tonight!!" Ahhh, the joys of banks.

When I entered the bank something seemed off. I felt like Dorothy walking from black & white into the world of color. Except my world of color was a world where no tellers were to be seen. Odd, I thought. Where have all the tellers gone?? Hmmm, whatever, I'll fill out my deposit slip and worry about that little problem later.

About one minute later...frick, where are the tellers?? How am I supposed to make a deposit? I stood in the room looking awkward as awkward could be. I see a couple offices, a few "stations" with tv screens and telephones, and a roped off path that led to it. I walked around looking for a teller with my deposit slip in hand and a confused look glued to my face, when finally I decided to ask the guy that was in one of the "stations," "Hey, I'm trying to make a deposit. Where do I do that?"

He smiled and answered politely: "Right here. It's like a drive-up window, but inside. It's weird, but this bank is close to my house..." He shrugged.

"Are you kidding me?" I said, and walked to my little cubby of a "station." I then proceeded to tap on the tv screen thinking it was a touch screen...nothing happened. "I don't know what I'm doing," I said, still tapping on the NON-touch screen tv.

The polite guy walked me through it, "Put the money in the container and push the button, then someone will show up. I know it's weird, believe me. I feel like I'm banking in the future."

"This is crazy. I'm never coming to this bank again," I said. And with that I made my deposit talking to the guy in the tv screen who works in the basement. I seriously just walked into the bank and had no human contact with a teller. Unbelievable. Also, these poor tellers are working in a basement...ummmm, sucks for them.

Honestly, they might as well have robots working there. What's the point? I walk into a bank expecting to interact with another person, and I talk to a man in a tv. I know that's what the drive-up is for, and if my car window rolled down believe me, I'd be all over that.

But I have to walk in and do my business inside. It's the way of the world for me and my Pontiac Grand Am. So as you can see, this kind of awkward banking experience happens to me a lot. Seriously, I don't think Julia Roberts has ever had to go through something like this.