Sooooooooooo Busy

Sooooooooooo Busy

I was just thinking that it must seem like I am the most crabby person in the entire world because all I do when I get on my blog is bitch about everything!! I guess if it were going to be a happy, friendly blog I would’ve named it something other than “Mixed Bag of Rant”. Therefore… I am going to continue to be a crabby bitch because this is one of my only outlets to let loose in.

Let me start with some Jack updates. He is doing AWESOME!!! The older he gets, the more responsive he gets and the more fun he is to be around! This weekend he actually started scooting forward in preparation of crawling. I can hardly believe it. My little guy is totally a little overacheiver. We had professional pictures taken this weekend to kind of commemorate his half birthday (and… just to get really cute pictures of him taken). I can’t wait to post them up here. He’s such a little ham! Anyway- things with my little baby boy just couldn’t be better. I love him more and more every day. Sometimes I think I might even burst from all the love I feel in my heart.

I noticed someone today posted a story about their baby contracting German Measles (Rubella). Gee. I wonder why. Perhaps it is because someone didn’t vaccinate their child!!!! You should see my eyes rolling right now. I really hope this lady’s baby feels better really soon. Seriously. VACCINATE PLEASE so my little baby doesn’t get sick too!!!!

On the business front, my company officially changed its name and brand marking pretty much the most exciting thing I’ve ever gotten to own and work on professionally. It is amazing to see all my creations come to life. My rant of the day though is this: why do people have to be so rude, lazy and disrespectful???? Me and a coworker spent close to 4 hours cleaning out our marketing closet/room (otherwise known as the pig room, which in and of itself has multiple meanings). This room is always a disaster. We get shipments of collateral in and nobody unloads it. They just open the box and leave the boxes to pile up and up and up until you don’t have any room whatsoever to walk. Can you say fire hazard? Well, we created an environment where everything has a “home”. Brochures have their own little place, postcards have their own little place… this way we’ll be able to keep track of inventory levels. So. After hours of sweat, papercuts and sore limbs, we got it cleaned up and organized. Our biz dev rep had the AUDACITY to tell me that she didn’t like it and it didn’t make sense. Where was her ass when I was sweating and throwing my back out moving all her shit around??? She said that she would have to “walk too far to get to the brochures” where they are and that she wouldn’t have time to grab what she needs. ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME??????? THAT’s why she doesn’t like it? Because she’ll have to walk an extra two steps? Seriously- my bathroom at home is bigger than this closet. I got pissed, walked away muttering “whatever”. I thought she’d let it drop. She then barged into my office saying “I didn’t mean to be rude but…” BUT WHAT? Now you’re rude for coming in and ruining my day for the 2nd time with your poor reasoning for the hours of labor I put in. I got pissed. I said, “Listen, we spent hours cleaning up and organizing that room. If you don’t like it, then reorganize it yourself.” She swiftly left my office I’m sure to tattle on me and talk about what a bitch I am.

Part of the reason I am turning into a total crabby bitch this week is because my DH is heading into a very busy travel month. I always feel so torn with his travel. On one hand, I bitch when he’s at home because I don’t feel like he does enough and I’m always telling him to help and the other hand when he is gone, it dawns on me how much even his little bit of help is worth. If I had a THIRD hand, I’d say that I actually enjoy the me time even though the house gets more than painfully quiet.

Some other tidbits…

American Idol- I am very happy Megan and Michael Sarver are gone. I’m rooting for Kris Allen although I’m not sure how much of a chance he has.

Marley & Me. I watched this movie over the weekend. I cried. Then I cried some more. Spoiler alert… The movie is about a couple, like any other couple, who get married and to ward off the wifey’s maternal instincts, he gets her a puppy. Most of the movie is about this very naughty dog Marley, but it is also about the truly amazing bond between dogs and their families. There are a lot of movies out there that I can relate to, but this… this movie was our life. Shortly after bringing home Marley, they get pregnant and then, have a miscarriage. There is a scene where Owen Wilson’s character, John, walks in the door and his wife, Jenny (Jennifer Aniston) is sitting on the couch with Marley, sobbing. This was exactly what I did after I lost our first baby. I cried. I cuddled with Sadie. She just somehow knew how much I needed her during that horrible time. Even though I don’t pay as much attention to her as I used to, I still love my dog. She’s my girl. My buddy. I can’t stand not sleeping with her by my side at night. Most importantly, I don’t know what I’m going to do when it is time for her to go. She is now 6 and we’re not denying the fact that we don’t have that much time left with her. This movie was such a good reminder to cherish the time I have left with her.

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