My water bottle will outlast me

Me and water bottles - we have quite the love hate relationship.  I mean, I love them because they hold water and I drink a shit ton (great phrase) of water each day and then I hate them because damned if they don't break and stuff.

And if you're asking yourself - how do water bottles break? Good g.d. question.  Don't let the water bottle companies fool you.  Those little fuckers break.. they break real good.  And I should know.  I've broken at least four in two years.  And no, I'm not throwing them against anything, nor am I slamming them over the heads of others (what? that's not what you assumed? oh.).  I drop them.  A lot.  And usually when they are rather full, making them more susceptible to breaking. They really should put a label on them.  "Try not to drop when full, this will probably break."  I mean sure it's slightly wishy washy, but for those of us who are less graceful than others it delivers quite the punch.

But times have changed people.  My world has been saved.  Saved by the overpriced piece of plastic I currently carry around like a new handbag. Okay - I technically/usually spend WAY more on handbags, but in terms of costly water bottles this thang is practically a Michael Kors (see what I did there - you thought I'd say Gucci or Louis Vuitton didn't ya but come on now... it's a water bottle, I'm not an idiot y'all).  I knew it was meant to be when I dropped it within 1 minute of owning it and it just bounced off the floor and plopped back into my hands like a baby when dropped to the ground.  Or so I'm told.  It's been almost three months and I've dropped it like 3 times already both empty and with water and it's still good to go.  Now let's just hope this blog post doesn't ruin it all.

And if you're wondering the brand, I'm not tellin'.  If it lasts a whole year, then maybe.

And for another day, I'll share why I went with the screw top and not the straw variety.  Don't want to go too crazy with my post. If I tell you everything in the first one, you have no reason to come back.

I need to buy something expensive or I am going to have a heart attack

Well, probably not.

But for real... for whatever reason, work has me so stressed right now that I am sitting on my couch half-hyperventilating, half-anxiety attacking.  It is very annoying and a little scary.

And as for the blog title, I have found that buying myself a very expensive new something always makes me feel better.  Whether it's a car, a new purse, whatever - it always makes me feel better.  So as a result, I am online "window" shopping and blogging.  I figure one of these has to help.  If not, the pill of Friday's I just popped (he provided, I didn't go all scary-teenager-steal-from-the-medicine-cabinet on him) should do it, at least in theory.

I am also watching Glee.  That is one show that always makes me feel better, even when it makes me cry.  So, yes, I am blogging, watching Glee and online "window" shopping.  I am a crazy good multi-tasker, something that is probably causing my work headaches, but at home, it is just par for the course.

5 minutes later...

Ahhh, I am starting to feel a little better.  I can be such a drama queen sometimes.  To know me is to love me.

Stuff

Things I need to blog about when I have more time:

1. Being in the San Antonio Spurs Fan Tunnel! (Right?!?!?!)
2. Justin Timberlake putting a song just for me in his new album.  (Awww!)
3. My SongPop and Bingo addictions.
4. My new Floral Design class I am taking (finally!!!)

ttfn (That means "ta-ta for now"!)

Follow the rules and you get screwed

Kelly Clarkson was in town recently for the opening of the new Microsoft store.  As a part of the grand opening they had said that the first 100 people in line at their store and willing to stay overnight would get meet and greet passes to see Kelly.  I planned over a month in advance to be there and to be one of the first 100. 

So after work Friday I changed into some more appropriate clothing, grabbed a chair, my jacket and backpack of goodies (Red Bull, included) and headed to the location of the line/overnight.  The only rules were these:

1. No tents.
2. No sleeping bags.
3. The line starts at 9:30pm. 

When I got there at 7pm, I was told that if security saw me standing in the vicinity I would be asked to go to the end of the line (once it formed).  So like a good girl, I made myself scarce.  I was not about to take any chances.  Well, as it got closer to 9:30pm, I saw more and more people arrive.  Most of them were congregated near the line area; so I quickly joined suit.  At least 2-3 times a handful of security officers requested (forcefully) that we move back towards the parking lot.  So, again, I followed the rules.  Unfortunately, not everyone else did and as a result, they were picked to be the first 100.  I was beyond upset at this point.  It became even worse when due to my location I was pushed even further to the back of the line. 

I quickly realized what a scam I had gotten myself into and by 10:00pm, I had had enough... so I left. 

All in all it was a busted night - and the whole experience even turned me off from coming back the following day to even just listen to Kelly. 

I think this experience also speaks to my personality (ever heard of Myers-Briggs? - I'm classified as "ESTJ".). 

Nevertheless - one thing I will say - I will never again stand in line for over 3+ hours, let alone all night long, solo.  That was no bueno. 

It's why I go by "that girl"

At work, one of my colleague's started a collection box for the community coffee.  With the donations she purchases coffee, filters, sugar and creamer.  Frankly, I don't drink the coffee at work anymore since Friday bought me a Keurig for Christmas back in 2011 (love it, btw!!); but if I did, it would totally be worth it.  (They only ask for $.25/cup to donate.)

So, one of the other girls in the office was making the coffee this morning, and as I reached into the fridge to grab my milk I was shocked at the amount of creamers in the work fridge.  And so here is our conversation...

me: Daaaang!  That's a lot of creamers.
Juanita Valdez: Well, maybe people like variety....
me: Not me.  In fact, I don't even use cream in my coffee.
Juanita Valdez: No?
me: Nope.  Once you go black, you never go back.
Juanita Valdez: hahahahaha


Yeah... in hindsight, that MIGHT be misconstrued as offensive.  And if any of you dear readers are offended, then I am truly... ambivalent.  Really?  That offends you?  You probably shouldn't read my blog then anymore.  I'm just sayin'.

Survey says

I just finished a survey earlier this morning that asked me one of THE strangest survey questions I have ever completed... and I have filled out a BUTTLOAD of surveys (And when I say a buttload, let me say that I am a member of 2 different survey sites that pay me in either $ or other goods, so I do mean a lot!) in my day so this is definitely a first.

The question was:
If you were left on a deserted island, who would you MOST want to be stranded with. 

My options (just to name a few):
Punisher
Superman
Wonder Woman
Aquaman (in hindsight, I probably should have picked him)
Charlie Brown
Bugs Bunny
Betty (sp?) Boop
Stewie (from The Family Guy)
Eric Cartman (Southpark)
Pikachu
Sponge Bob Squarepants
Wolverine (had they been referring to the Hugh Jackman version... then, uhm, yes!)
Spiderman

And about 15 others. 

Yeah, so of course, by now you have probably guessed my answer. 

Sponge Bob.

Yep.  I chose Sponge Bob.  I picked him because I thought it was funny and unique.  But then the next question was...

Why did you choose your selection?

Crap.  Uhm.  I did not think answering "well, because I thought it would be funny and might throw someone off as it is not the typical superhero answer" would be best.  So I went with... "He is funny and if you have to be stuck on a deserted island, you would probably want someone to laugh with."

That sounded much more logical and appropriate.

Then I got hit with my next question:
If you were left on a deserted island, who would you LEAST want to be stranded with.

Same options.

I chose ... Pikachu.  Punisher may have been a good choice as well (he is all broody and emotional, ugh.. no THANKS!), but I went with Pikachu.  This time however I was expecting to be asked why... and I was not disappointed.

My reason, well, if I were to be stuck on a deserted island I would want it to be with someone I could speak with and although I am not very familiar w/Pikachu or Pokeman, I do believe Pikachu does not talk.  Hence why he/she(?) was my choice. 

And there you have it folks, the most randomest of survey questions I have ever completed - at least when considering my responses.  Keep in mind all of my options were fictional characters - I did not have the option to choose my husband or any family or friends.  Because of course, if I had that option I would have picked the Hugh Jackman version of Wolverine.  duh. 

Facebook is the new blog?

I was going through my Facebook news feed this afternoon (shhhhh, don't tell anyone), and I realized that other folks tend to use it (Facebook) as if it was a personal blog.  MANY of my FB buds post/share websites or posts (memes is what they are called, I think - I'm not a big fan per se) onto their wall and out onto the news feeds.  I know I shouldn't bitch (and I'm not really...technically), but it can get a bit cumbersome to have to sift through it all.  Sometimes they are clever or original or even uplifting, but sometimes it's just overkill.  I mean one meme (I REALLY dislike that word for some reason) is acceptable, but four or more ... in a row.... really, folks?  I say, get a blog.  I mean, I want to see some real updates on FB.  Even if it's "I just took a massive poop." or "I'm sitting in line at Walmart."  That is a tad more meaningful to me that a quote from Confucius or 4 different pictures of a dog with funny faces.  Okay - one funny face dog is cool... but 4 or more and I think to myself it's time to get a blog.  You (folks) have just gone into FB meme overkill and clearly want to have a blog or some place to post all the fun/interesting (to you) things you see online. 

Yep...  I think I have made my point.  But once again, I am NOT bitching.  Not really.