Noggin'

My reason for doing this blog thing was to be able to rationalize one thought at a time. To take one...think it through and give it some validity and discipline. My journal that I keep on my system is a bit...hmmm...out there. It is everything jumbled together with a ton of emotion and really bad punctuation. It is spew pretty much. :p I still have the same challenge of singling out one at a time, however. Such as today. So many different ones going through that I can't set a single sentence to just one of them. I remember having to go to these special speech classes when I was younger, because my thoughts would move faster than my lips and I would end up tongue tied. I still have that sometimes, but I have noticed that it plays out when I write as well.

One down.

I am wondering today, why it is that when you realize, or at least tell yourself, that you don't want something or can't...that, that is when so many opportunities arise to tell you to try different. One after the other I might add. Dang me. What to do? Walk away and say No I can't do this? Or try again? I dunno. I am tempted to go for it and see what happens. I mean..sheesh...he looks like Alan Jackson and loves all kinds of music (huge plus in my book). Very tempting indeed. Maybe I will feel different about this one. I really can't say. All I can do is go one day at a time. Whatever happens...happens. I am starting to lean towards Australia...Hawaii has too many tourists. :p

And another...

I am having some "issues" with the new girl in the office. I am trying my hardest not to be catty. Really. But I can't say that she is being the same. I am ignoring her sly remarks towards me (to the best of my ability) since I have to train this person and work with her on a daily basis. She exemplifies the reason why most of my friends are men. They are much easier to get along with and there isn't the whole "I am prettier than you" crap going on. Ugh...I hate that. I showed her a picture, the other day, of the guy that I was thinking about going out with...she said "Well he is a sexy old man isn't he?" Old...Ummm he is only 3 years older than me. So what does that make me, a sexy OLD woman?? Yeah. Grr.

*insert editing here*

The rest of that prior paragraph wasn't very nice. So much for the "trying my hardest not to be catty" part. I am going to be nice. I swear. If I let it bother me then my work life (which is much more than my personal) will suck and from my own doing. I need to break out the gullible and naive part and think that she doesn't mean to be so nasty. What she says...isn't meant that way. Repeat as necessary.

So...I promised to bake some brownies after dinner and I always keep my promises...

Hope you enjoyed your weekend!