All complaints must be submitted in writing...

Now, don't get me wrong...On the whole, my life is great. I just have all these things stressing me out. Taxes, my car (is sort of broken-ish), Tim's sickness, work load, my hectic schedule, my family, my friends, my future... I can't seem to find a way to be calm at the moment.

So, if I seem crabby, it's because I am. I feel like I'm knocking myself out trying to do everything I need to do and the important details are just slipping through my fingers. My own neurosis, coupled with tip-toeing around everyone's delicate sensibilities is freaking EXHAUSTING. Sometimes I just want to be Sergeant Cooper again and holler at everyone until they freaking get what I'm trying to say.

YES, I'm worried about the fact that my car only seems to start when it FEELS LIKE IT. YES, I'm annoyed that my little sister is busy cranking out baby number 3, and Tim & I can't seem to agree on when to commence making our baby number 1. YES, I'm frustrated that I'm working out, not drinking, eating with insane precision and yet my numbers are STUCK on my stupid dumbass scale. YES, I'm frustrated that I'm working all day and I can't write blogs or emails or call anyone because I have NOTHING to say. I'm too busy to think of interesting things to talk about right now. YES, I'm frustrated that my husband is sick with this flu virus and I can't do anything to help, so I'm just stuck in the house all day listening to him cough and hack. YES, I know it's not his fault, but if I find out who gave him this damn virus, I'm coming after them.

I would like to point out, that everything is NOT shit. I do have a lovely vacation coming up, and a lovely home that we just renewed the lease on, and business is pouring in. I'm just overwhelmed right now and I need the world to cut me some slack.

I was "Mom'ed"

Tonight was supposed to be girls night out. Well, it was... and it was pretty fun. First Tim and I picked up Dane and Gillian, and met up with Jay at the Yak & Yeti for some delicious Indian food. Then the boys took off and Gillian and I headed over to the Westminster Mall (it's a crap-hole... but that's neither here nor there.)

As we pull into the parking lot and exited the car, a truckful of rowdy teenagers cruise past. One boy hangs out the window yelling "woohoo" at the back of my head, and as I turn around he says, "Heeeey MOM!".

HEY. MOM. What the HELL? I am not a mom. I could be a mom, but I do not think I look like a mom. I'm not trying to insult mothers in general, but if I was wearing mom jeans and a cardigan embroidered with KITTIES on it...then I could understand. I get that to a 17 year old boy, I may look like I'm of motherly age...but is this something we YELL at people in parking lots?

Gillian (bless her heart) tried to convince me that they must have been yelling at HER about her driving. I only wish that were true. The truth is... I'm of mom age. I'm not a teenager, and I'm no longer of the age where I might be mistaken for a teenager. I don't WANT to be a teenager, but I'm also not ready for people to think I'm "MOM". I still want to be "woohoo-ed" at for all the wrong reasons, but I don't want to end up like those sad cougars who look like Paris Hilton from the back, until you see their botox'ed within-an-inch-of-their-life faces. I'd like to age gracefully...but just not yet.

After the incident, we went to see 27 Dresses (very funny and cute movie) and I sat contemplating the incident mentioned 16 times above... I've got a fragile ego, and it's completely squashed. I feel like a frumpy old lady. (Please do NOT comment about how I'm insulting anyone over 28...I'm allowed to feel old at 28. It's getting close to 30 and that's a tough age for ANYONE.) But the only conclusions I can draw are:

a. Teenage boys have shit for brains, especially the mall-cruising variety.

b. I need to invest in some shit hot eye cream.

the end.

Do you have ANY idea...

...how HARD it is to find a restaurant that is vegetarian friendly?

I'm stuck trying to find a place that Tim can get his rack of lamb, and where I won't be stuck ordering the green salad AGAIN. I spent most of my vacation eating salads & pasta because those are the only things you can get that aren't meat based. And what is with chefs assuming that mushrooms and eggplants are "our" meat replacements? And why is there ALWAYS meat in the soup? I'm not saying I don't like salads & pasta, it's just so BORING after a while. I just think there should be a little more creativity in the food industry...

In other news, I want to thank Quality Inn of Portland for graciously mailing back my fuzzy pillow that I left in my hotel room. Yes, my fuzzy pillow and I have been reunited! Huzzah!

Bollocks to Blogger

I am really getting fed up with all the proprietary bullshit with Blogger. I want carte blanche to design and update my blog at will. I think it's shitty that they won't let you export your archives, and all the templates in the world aren't going to make it better. And I can't customize my template because I host the blog on my own server. That is a bunch of CRAP.

Stay tuned for total blog upgrade...