How old are you? Seriously!

Working in an office environment can have its ups and downs. I love my job. It's perfect for me. I'm so grateful for it.

But what is it about the office that turns 60-year-olds into 14-year-olds? Let me be more specific...dramatic, I-just-realized-that-I-have-all-these-feelings-about-things, I-don't-know-how-to-express-them-in-a-mature-fashion-yet, GET OFF MY BACK, 14-year-olds.

Yes, offices are filled with these types of women. I can honestly say that I haven't run into any men that act like this.

I'm 25 and every single day I feel like I have more control over my actions and words than my co-workers that have been in the office for 10+ years.

Maybe that's why they've all gone crazy!

Hmmmmm...

Anyway, if it's your job to do something and you decide to have a fit one day and then proceed to stop doing that certain job, then I have lost all respect for you.

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Here ends my rant about this past week at work.

GRRRR!

I feel better now.

Hold on to Your Hats, It's Resolution Season!

On the first day of 2013, Kinsey went out and ordered a Caramel White Chocolate Mocha at Starbucks. It's a new beginning. 2012 has ended. 2013 has begun.

On her way to Starbucks, Kinsey passed only a few cars. Not a lot of people out on the brisk day of her new beginning. Hmmm, where are all the people? And then it hit her. Probably at home making resolutions!

This got Kinsey to thinking, "I need to make some resolutions!" It doesn't take much for Kinsey to hop on the train. Last year she resolved to do Jillian Michaels' Yoga Meltdown. By doing this DVD meant that she would have to do it without pause. No rests, nothing...do the DVD all the way through. No "breathers" on the mat. POWER THROUGH IT! NO PAIN, NO GAIN! Motivation from her high school coaches resounded loudly through her head.

Kinsey was naive back in 2012 when she dreamed of six-pack abs and arms made of steel. Jillian Michaels takes no prisoners. She is haunting. In the end, Kinsey died a slow death on her yoga mat without achieving her goal of doing one workout from beginning to end.

"This year will be different," she said to herself on her drive home from Starbucks. And as she sang and cried to Lonestar's "I'm Already There," she pumped her first in the air and said, "This year is going to be the best year EVER!" *sniffle* "Why is the song ripping my heart out?" *sobs*

When she got back to her little apartment, she sat down and thought about what she wanted for the year, but she kept thinking too big. So she detoured and took a picture of her Starbucks cup, played with Instagram, and uploaded it to Facebook.

One hour later.

"Focus!" she said to herself. Kinsey talked to herself a lot, because people do that...they might not admit it, but Kinsey did.

"First resolution," she said as she admired her Christmas tree, "Take down the tree, take pictures of my new ornaments, and take down the rest of my Christmas decorations, including my lights outside." An hour or so later she was finished.

"Okay, now for my next resolution." And as she cringed while listening to an overrated Taylor Swift song, it came to her: "I will make three resolutions. One resolution for a better mind, one for a better heart, and one for a better body." She smiled because she knew, after 25 years of living, she had made some sensible resolutions.

To achieve these resolutions would be quite simple.

To form a better mind, she would read one chapter a day out of a current book she is reading and/or write (either blogging, journaling, or screenplay writing). 

To build a better heart, she would look for the best in people, especially herself, and she wouldn't let opinions from others bring her down, because life is too short to worry about what other people think of her. 

To build a better body, she would tackle Jillian Michaels' ball-busting Yoga Meltdown in stride, get back on a running schedule, and try to eat more vegetables and, sadly, less pizza.

Kinsey's 2013 ultimate resolution is to be endlessly happy, less stressed, and healthy. She sat on her couch with tears in her eyes, nodding at the resolutions in front of her. "UGH!" she said as she wiped her eyes, "I better be getting my period soon."

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.