4 Things I learned between 8:00am this morning and 2:00pm this afternoon

1. Cinnabon Cinnamon Rolls Rock. They are the best thing in the world and I don’t understand why the franchise doesn’t branch out and have free standing stores. The only time I have Cinnabon is at the airport. Doesn’t matter if we have a morning/afternoon/night flight I have to have a Cinnabon (and a Mile High Bloody Mary if we’re leaving from Sacramento). Today my coworker shared hers with me –so tasty!
2. The epidemic they’re calling Swing Flu is ridiculous. Know what Swine Flu is? Is a damn cold/flu that the Flu Shot doesn’t immunize you from and rather than the big drug companies admitting that, they make up stupid shit like “the Bird Flu” or “the Swine Flu” and call them epidemics and then people start walking around like idiots with surgical masks on. Its ridiculous.
3. I am very sorry for people out there that have lost their jobs. I feel for you. I can only imagine the strain both mental and financially that it puts on you, your family and your daily life and I am very sorry that you are having to experience that. That being said it is not okay for those people to be mad at me because they no longer have a job and I do. The fact that I have a job and they do not does not make me a bad person or an incompassionate person. It makes me a person with a job, period. I realize that since my position has me dealing all day with unemployed people that I maybe more immune that most but its not my fault companies close. Its also not my fault in a terrible economic time you were stupid and got dismissed for cause. It irritates me when people think this should be my problem.
4. I like to drive fast with the radio turned up really loud. It makes me feel happy. It might be childish and lame but I like it. Puts a smile on my face. I especially like to drive fast in a rental car.

ALSO 2 POSTS IN 1 DAY. Biiiittchh pleeze!

3 Things I learned before 8:00am this morning

1. Thursday mornings are not as fun as Friday mornings. Usually because I wake up thinking that its Friday only to be thrown into a harsh reality that its actually Thursday and I have 2 more days of work rather than 1.
2. It makes me smile when I go into Starbucks and the person at the register doesn’t even ask me what I want she just rings it up and calls it out to the barista. This maybe a small thing but it makes me smile.
3. Your favorite song playing on the radio, especially one as good as Blister in the Sun . It makes your whole morning happy. Makes ya pull into the parking lot with your radio as loud as possible and sit in the car until the song ends. Starting your morning with a good song is the best beginning.

Switchin it up for you. New Background. Enjoy!!

3 things I learned before 8:30 this morning

1. Always iron your clothes the night before, especially when you know you have to get up early. No matter what your intentions of rising early are – it won’t happen and it will throw off your whole time table
2. When your at Starbucks and you see someone who is truly rude sometimes no amount of smiling and politeness can change that. However once your attempts at friendliness and politeness have been poopood you can have a bitchy pushy fest at the condiment bar that most people would never realize was occurring. Also the person with the bigger purse always wins. I love my big purse.
3. People don’t understand that the clerks at the grocery store don’t care about your working specialty. The girl in the florist department doesn’t care that you’re a wedding planner and can arrange flowers better than her. If that’s true then you get behind the counter and arrange the flowers and leave the poor floral person alone.

Tween?

I think of myself as an adult, a grown ass person. I go to work, I pay my bills, I even drink the occassional alcholic beverage. I am 31 years old for heavens sake!! Having said this, I would like for someone to please explain to me why I am such a freaking Tween? You might as well transpose my age and make me 13 because I am a tween. I love all of the same things tweens love. Hannah Montana - I DVR her show folks. High School the Musical I am actually considering going to see Zac Efron's new movie "17 again". MTV reality shows, last night on The Hills Audrina gave Justin-Bobby his walking boots. Twilight, lets not even go there: Read all the books, read Midnight Sun (haven't read it? Check it out), had my friend burn me the soundtrack, borrowed the movie from a friend and didn't want to give it back - I am slightly obsessed.
I think being a tween is something that is just in my DNA. When I was a true tween I was the epitomy of tween. Boy band - loved 'em. My walls were papered in every Teen Beat and BOP "poster" of New Kids On The Block imaginable. I knew more about those 5 boys that their own mothers (whether what I knew was truth or not is besides the point). Even now as an adult I've tried to sweet talk my hubby into driving all over California to go to their different concert engagements. And I get text message updates from them (don't ask, its best if you don't involve yourself)
I wonder if a study has been done to see if teenages (especially females) have a predisposition to "tween" behavior. I am a daydreamer, always have been. I wonder if that is what makes me predisposed to my acts of tweenism. Regardless of why I am, God help my husband!

Public condiment bars

One of my biggest pet peeves is using the "condiment bar" at Starbucks and finding it a mess. Milk and sugar spilled all over it, papers from Equal and Splendid thrown about, napkins that have been half heartedly tossed towards to garbage hole, used stir sticks left where they fell. I find this whole situation ridiculously rude of the partrons of Starbucks.
This isn't your house and your momma, daddy, wife, husband, grandmother, grandfather or maid does not work here. How hard is it to wipe up milk that you've spilled or make sure that the Equal packet you just emptied is respectfully tossed in the big circle in the middle of the stand?
If this is how these people leave a public condiment stand - can you imagine the state of their home? I am not molly homemaker and at times my house can be a touch on the unclean side but no one but me and my husband have to live there. Hundreds of people a day have to use the condiment bar. And when its a busy morning with a line out the door the Barista's at Starbucks I am sure would love to come wipe up after these peoples mess asses but they don't have time and they shouldn't have to, 99.9% of all Starbucks patrons are over the age of 10 (Ok, I am guessing at this %, but it has to be pretty true) and should know how to clean up after themselves.
I am embarassed by my fellow Starbucks people who act as if they are toddlers and leave their "toys" strewn about for someone else to take care of. What is our society coming to that its too much effort to throw away an empty Spenda packet? Why do people feel like they're too good to clean up after themselves. It ridiculous. I was raised that when I went somewhere I left it cleaner than when I showed up. This isn't a difficult concept - pick up after yourself. Take responsiblity for your actions. Maybe thats the big issue, people don't want to take responsibility for their actions. People are so afraid of saying "I made a mess, I better clean it up", they'd rather say "You, you deserve to clean up after me so do it". I am not impressed with this mentality and I am afraid of what our society will become if it doesn't change.

Intention

I am a big believer in the Power of Intention. I believe that if I intend to have a good day, I will or if I intend to have a bad day, I will. And while I know its not as easy as that I know this works.
Today at 7:00am on a Saturday I am at work. I don't especially want to be here but I have things that need to get done and I feel like I needed to come in. As much as I know that I have to get these things done, I don't want to be here. In esscense I am intending to not be here. And so to prove my belief the thinkgs I specifically came to work today to take care of I can't do. The program I am trying to use won't comply and thus I am spinning my wheels. So at 7:25am on a Saturday morning I've intended myself NOT to be here and thus I am leaving.

Garfield's second cousin

Lasagna is a favorite dish of our family. Its also our go to dish for potlucks or big family dinners, probably because its always a crowd pleaser and quite simple to make.
Last night I made lasagna for hubby's FBI class. He's hoping to win friends and influence people via their tummies, I am not so sure if that will happen or not but at least they'll be feed with good homemade lasgna. I don't understand people who would rather buy premade lasagna rather than just take the extra couple minutes it takes to make it from scratch. Although from scratch is my mantra and most people don't understand that either.
There is something satisfying about starting with 5 different ingredients and combining them into a symphony of rich and delish flavors. I especially find this true when making any type of Italian food. To make a really great marinara all you really need is tomatoes, garlic, rosemary, salt and pepper. From there you can either go big and add meat and more spices or stay simple and let it simmer down to a pontent saucy sauce.
Also there is something relaxing about making something from scratch (most would disagree but they're nay sayers I think). Chopping, seasoning and stirring can work out the biggest kinks of the worst day.

Mondays

I like my job. If you catch me at the right time I may even use the word love when describing my job. Regardless of which adjective that I am using on the given day work is not a terrible place that I dread, save for Mondays. I hate coming to work on Mondays after having 2 full days off and being able to relax with my hubby, friends and family.
By the time Tuesday hits I am usually okay and can move forward with my week without regret, but Mondays I always think of chores I meant to do over the weekend, of moviese I wanted to watch and people I wanted to hang out with. Mondays find me wishing it was Friday (which can lead to a long week) so I could do it all over again.
There is one excellent attribute to Mondays, I am usually so busy that the day goes quickly and I am soon moving on to Tuesday. Guess its just another manic Monday.