Not today...

So I'm going to do things a little out of character today. I'm going to blog about things I love.

A little change of pace is good every once in a while and its good to mix things up... Plus I've just been in a super great mood and for the life of me can't think of something to complain about...(Weird right?)

So without further ado.. here is a list of things I love...

~Free concerts (Train and Ok Go tomorrow, Spoon on Sunday woot woot!)

~Skype. I got to see my bosses nephew (the adorable Baby William) and talk to my fabulous friend in Japan (and I'm sure I'll become even more obsessed when Andrew leaves in Dec. :( )

~ Fall. The weather here has been cooling off and it has been wonderful. Its been overcast without rain (although I can't wait for the rain... My rain boots are DYING to be worn) and its been perfect for taking pictures.

~My job. Everyday is something new and exciting. When I think I've got it all figured out they throw me another curve ball and I love every second of this crazy ride.

~My family (cheesy alert) Whether its being weirdly connected over 3000 miles, or silly text messages, or phone calls at 9 am. I love them all and wish I could see them more often.

~My friends. No two are alike and I know the old adage "you can never have too many friends" but sometimes I think I have just enough, then a new one pops in and I have to take it all back. All 4 of you who read this are wonderful!

~Turtles. I know this is a given but seriously... They are awesome. My favorite being the one on my foot. Who the kids "water" and "feed" almost daily.

~Savilla. She gets her own little bullet. She's awesome. I could not ask for a better employer/friend. She truly makes this job enjoyable and fantastic. Plus she's an awesome cook.

~New Jersey. Of all the places I've lived, its been my favorite so far.

So there you have it. I have a freaking awesome life. I'm in love with almost EVERY part of it. I could not be happier. Proceed with jealousy.

OMG. LOL. WTF?

I loathe internet speak. I hate it all. A few in particular. If I ask you a question and the answer is "yes" just writing a "y" is ridiculous. Adding that "es" is not that hard I promise you. When you write just the "y" I think that you are asking me "why" and then I get all sorts of confused.

This isn't the first time I've writing about this before and my thoughts haven't changed. If anything they have been reenforced. It drives me crazy.

"LOL" ugh. Just typing that makes my skin crawl. I seriously doubt when people use that they are actually "laughing out loud". And why is it that we use that but we don't describe any other action in text? I feel the need to start using my own, "RME" "rolling my eyes", heaven knows I do that enough in regular conversation I should make a place for it in internet and text. Or how about "LoUD" "Look of utter disdain)(wow, after just coming up with that I actually REALLY like it.... that may start making an appearance)

Also. What's this whole spelling things wrong on purpose..? Last time I checked "cool" didn't include the letters k-e-w-l.

One last thing. Punctuation. Adding a question mark or period is appropriate any and all times. Trust me.

Bruises

There are some basic facts about myself that will never change.

I will always be 5'9" (hopefully... osteoporosis be warned, I drink my milk and eat my cheese regardless of the allergic reaction I have!)

I will always have a very strong will and stubborn streak.

and.

I will always have fair skin, and most likely freckles.

That being said, I'm also aware that I bruise easily. So easily in fact, that weekly, if not daily, I find new bruises all over my body. Typical daily activities cause me to bruise...

Kneel at the tub while bathing the kids? Both knees.

Fall asleep with my watch on? The whole bone that sticks out on your wrist.

And somehow, my poor right foot, is always sporting a nice purple color. At first we thought something was broken, and then maybe fractured, but then I realized that the bruises were moving. all around. Across the top of my foot near the toes. Who knows that I do to that poor foot (maybe its jealous of the tattoo on the other one and so it does it on purpose?) all I know is that I have a new one.

And last but not least, the cause of this long overly winded post... The MONSTER currently on my butt. I realize not everyone wants to hear about my butt, but seriously. I'm a little upset it is where it is because I SOOOOO badly want to show people. I want them to see the work of art that is this bruise. I don't know where it came from, or how long its been there, (I don't go checking out my own butt often) all I know is that its about the size of a fist and its DARK.

Really, I'm quite impressed with myself.

I can hear you all too well...

So, I realize that majority of the stuff that bugs me, I'm guilty of. Today I'm bugged with loud talkers. I know I'm loud. I laugh loud, I talk loud, its part of who I am. BUT. I'm also aware of volume control. I know that sometimes its just not polite to talk at ear piercing volume. Say... when the kids are napping. Or when sitting down in a movie theater. Or when you're about to say something bad about someone near by.

Whispering is a fine art that just not enough people know how to perform. So excuse me Mr. Douche hitting on me last night, pardon me if I just don't show an interest after you say inappropriate things about me when I can so blatantly hear you. Not to mention you're a 32 year old washed up baseball player who still lives at home with your parents... and LIKES it?! I don't even have words for that.

Some people should just have a lesson or two in when to lower your voice.

I'm an over achiever.

Two in one day?!?! Thats right. This one is for the road...

This is for my fellow american's who have never been to the state of New Jersey. It drives me crazy when people make fun of my new loved, completely obsessed with, new home. No, I don't have big fake hair now (I resisted in Utah, I'm capable of resisting here) nor do I live off an exit on the parkway. I've never met anyone from the cast of Jersey shore nor anyone who acts like that, granted I'm very antisocial and picky about who I talk to.

Now, as much as I'm completely obsessed with the state in which I reside there are things that bother me about it...

Parking meters, I'm back to hoarding quarters.

Parallel parking, I'm terrible at it, no denying, and if you saw the car I drive here you would TOTALLY understand.

Everyone thinking I'm Irish. Theres something about the East coast and them being obsessed with heritage.

The fact that every city, town, or burrow has the SAME named streets, Maple, River Road, Mountain Ave. no joke. Everywhere you go.

The fact that people here think what they have are mountains (granted I can't be too harsh, not everyone can have the pleasure of enjoying the majestic mountains of Utah)

The raccoons who terrorize our trash cans.

there is NO place, besides the grocery store, that you can purchase Dr. Pepper... Its like putting an alcoholic in a dry state.

There are no Walmarts, I realize this brings out the redneck in me but let it shine... I miss me some cheap, open all night, wallyworld.

Last not but not least, time zones. This is not just against New Jersey this is just the world in general. I freaking hate time zones. They confuse me and make me sleepy.

There is a significantly longer list of things I LOVE about New Jersey. But this is a blog about things I love. ;)

Til next time,

You're favorite red head.

Me

Why not jump right into it... One of my biggest pet peeves with family, friends, people I stalk, is that they go FOREVER between blog updates. Hi, my name is Laycee, and I've completely ignored my whiney blog for over a year now.

Anywho... I didn't forget that it existed I just forgot how to get into it. Needless to say I figured it out and will be returning with a vengeance! Lots of new things to complain about. I moved for one, new place. I lost 175 pounds (haha I've always wanted to use that joke, I figured now would be a good time... later Preston!) And I'm a completely different person. Funny how I never thought that would happen... The only constant in life is change. So here it is. I'm still whiney and over opinionated but now we'll see where it takes me.

So today, things that bug me are people like me. People who have a blog and never update. Or people who just blog to say, hey, sorry I haven't blogged lately. Also, who decided blog was a verb? Probably the same person who made "google" a verb, although I must say that google is by far my favorite verb. I use it most often.

If anyone reads this, or read it in the past, welcome back, I've missed you.

Love, me

myself

I hate the way that I'm so sensitive. That I hate to be lonely. That loneliness seems to be my only friend. I hate that when friends do try, I can't seem to muster the energy to appreciate it. I hate the way that I'm in love with someone who could not be more wrong for me.
I hate the way that I continue to put myself in situations that I know will eventually hurt me. I hate that I continue to turn the other cheek. I hate that I can't stand up for myself. I hate that I emotionally break down when I don't get my way.
I hate that I take things for granted. I miss my life in Florida but at the time I hated it. I hate my life now and fear that in a few years looking back I'll miss how good I have it.
I hate that I'm not in control.
I hate that my family doesn't get me. I hate that I want so badly for them to accept me and they never seem to. I hate that the most love I've felt from my dad lately has been online. I hate the issues that I can't over come.
I hate that he made me feel like a horrible person when he himself was lying. I hate that the one time I did stand up for myself I was still made out to be the bad guy.
I hate so much that the only person who gets it is a health care professional.

I hate that the one thing in my life that does bring me happiness is also the one thing in my life that is probably the unhealthiest. I hate that I need someone else to make me happy.

I hate that I'm never someones first choice. I hate that my siblings talk to each other regularly but never feel the need to give me a call. I hate that I've alienated myself so much that they don't even know me anymore.