and rudeness.: November 2007

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I am a girl named Ryan.

Yes, a girl. Always been one... Will ALWAYS be one. I am also a daughter, sister, wife, mother and graphic designer. I blog here to share the stories of how I can some how manage to be all of those titles & SOMEHOW stay sane. If thats what you call it.

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and rudeness
of the week.

fastlane rudeness.

You know when your schedule is so busy you dont even have time to stop and think? And you cant even remember what day it is? But all you know is you have to be somewhere NOW and you have to go to the store NOW and you have to drop off something NOW and you have to GO NOW AND DO NOW AND BE NOW! And OMG! I am in the fastlane, been stuck here for 3 days and I dont think I'm getting out for a couple more days.

and rudeness.

and old rudeness.

and find rudeness.

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Sunday, November 04, 2007

All week long I have sat down at my computer and "Signed in" to Blogger with every intention to post but I sit here. And sit here.

And sit here some more...

With nothing to say.

Cause once upon a time I was taught that if you dont have anything nice to say, then you dont have anything to say at all.

When I started blogging I promised myself that I would only blog about happy things. Nice things. Fun things. That there wouldnt be any negativity in what I shared with others. I mean there is the ranting and raving on a normal basis but seriously? That is all surface stuff.

Well. Lets fast forward to were I am now.

I am stuck.

I have so much that I want to share because I want to get it off my chest. But really?

Who would want to hear it?

I want to post happy things about how freaking adorable my daughter is and all the cute things she does every day.

But I cant move past how annoyed, frustrated and DISGUSTED I am with my husband right now.

Or how all I want to do is quit my job because I cant stand how condescending and backstabbing all the bitches I work with are.

Or how terrified I am about mortality and my medical condition.

Or if one of my vehicles breaks down on more time I am going to have a nervous breakdown and beat the thing to DEATH with my bare hands.

Jesus Christ. I cant believe I just said all that. How in the HELL did we think when we were 18 that life was going to be BETTER? HA. Like, all we had to do was move out and everything was going to be FABULOUS?

I mean, dont worry folks, I am MUCH more mature that what you are probably thinking right now. I knew at 18 years old and ONE DAY it wasnt going to be fabulous but damn, I was kinda hoping EVENTUALLY it would get better.

Oy vay. I think it time for bed. Hopefully you made it to the end of this post... and thanks for listening.

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