Girl Scout cookie time! It seems like these girls are everywhere I go this year. Must be the down economy. These kids are dealing cookies like it’s nobody’s business. They get you when you walk out of the grocery store, their at the entrance to CVS, I even saw those little hustlers slinging cookies at the mall.

Dave and I walked out of Sam’s Club yesterday and this bouncy little girl with perfect curls and the cutest gapped teeth smile comes up to us.

“Hiiii!! Would you like to buy some Girl Scout cookies???”

Uhhh, how can you say no to that?? It’s never the ugly Girl Scout doing the sales pitch. They always get the most adorable one to win over your heart and the bigger, more experienced Girl Scout seals the deal. They work in pairs. Strength in numbers I suppose. They know how to work it.

We bought a box of Thin Mints, our favorite. I had to resist buying one of everything. Those things are $3.50 a box now and my butt does not need 6 boxes of cookies.

I was a Girl Scout for a year. In that year I went from Girl scout noob to Top Cookie Seller. I sold over 500 boxes of cookies! My Dad took some boxes to work and my Mom and I went door to door selling. (That was back in the day when you could actually go to door to door without worry of being abducted.) The three of us were an unstoppable cookie selling trio. I remember winning a boat ride on some ship in Philly and getting a special “super seller” patch for my sash. I rocked the Girl Scout world and all the other girls in my troop were envious of me. In Girl Scouts, you’re cool status is determined by how many patches you have on your sash. The “super seller” meant you were elite. The girls in my troop dreamed to get that patch. Some girls were at this for years and hadn’t received it and I waltzed and stole all their hopes and dreams.

Other than being cookie slaves, I don’t remember doing anything else in Girl scouts that was remotely fun. It was cool being the top cookie seller, but everything else pretty much sucked. I left after my year as a Brownie and didn’t look back. I was too awesome for Girl Scouts and went on to cool things like dance and gymnastics.

Next time your out and see one of these adorable girls peddling their boxes of $3.50 cookies, suck it up and buy a box. You never know; you could fulfill their dream of being Top Cookie Seller.

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I spent 2 hours on the phone tonight with TurboTax’s online help. Apparently, when I filed my taxes 2 weeks ago, the IRS rejected my e-file. TurboTax told me what to do to fix the problem and I took the necessary measures, except that when I tried to log into my account none of my information was saved and therefore I couldn’t take the final step. TWO HOURS on the phone with customer service and I got pretty much nowhere. I’m going to H&R Block tomorrow.

It was almost 9:00 when I got off the phone with those people. Dave was out with a friend so I had no one to bitch to. Not only was I starving, I was frustrated, annoyed and in need of a drink. It isn’t so happening where I live, most places close at 9:00 unless you go downtown and I wasn’t in the mood to go very far. The only option was fast food, Beef O Brady’s or Applebee’s. I wasn’t in the mood for wings and I only eat Taco Bell at 3am when I’m drunk, so I headed over to Applebee’s. By myself.

I’ve never gone to a restaurant alone before. I’m socially awkward. I don’t like being by myself in public places. I’m not one of those people that can go to a bar by herself, sit down, have a drink, and start mingling with people. I freak out. I’ve accepted this a long time ago. But for some reason tonight the thought of me going alone sounded appealing. I was fine with it. I put on my coat and headed out there.

I sat down at my table for one, the smallest table in the place tucked all the way in the back. I wanted a drink, and something different. I ordered a Pomegranate Margarita. That sounded good. The server gave me a Pomegranate Martini instead. I didn’t say anything. I never ordered a martini before. The only time I’ve ever had one was when I took a sip of my mothers dry gin martini that reminded me of rubbing alcohol, but I wanted to try something new right? I took a sip expecting it to be strong and nasty, but to my surprise it tasted good.

Two firsts in one night. I’m making strides people. I might even consider doing this again.

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My good friend Chris sent me a link to this article today.

These pants come from ISABEL MASTACHE Fall Winter 2010 collection.

Seriously. WHAT THE FUCK?

Besides being the dumbest fashion idea EVER, there’s one thing that’s for sure. Definitely not one size fits all! *bad dum tis*

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Last night when I got off work I called Dave, just like I always do, to tell him that I was on my way home. We usually talk briefly, asking each other how our days went, and then continue the conversation once I get home. But yesterday was different. The conversation went down something like this:

Dave: “Babe, can I go fishing tomorrow morning?”
Me: “ummm, yeah, I don’t care.”
Dave: “Ok, well then I’m going to go.”
Me: “Go, have fun. You don’t have to ask me for permission.”
Dave: “Well I just wanted to make sure.”
Me: “When have I EVER cared about where you go?”

At this point in the conversation, I’m pretty much dying laughing. This is the most ridiculous thing to ask me. I’m not one of those girls that tries to control their man’s schedule. In our 2 year relationship, I have never once questioned, gotten mad, or been jealous that he was going somewhere or doing something without me. I’m not that girl. AT ALL. I’m the farthest thing from a jealous girl. I’m not into that catty, dramatic, typical girl type behavior. I actually had an old boyfriend try to tell me that I was jealous once. No I wasn’t jealous, you were practically making out with a girl right in front of me. That’s pretty much where I draw the line and start getting mad.

I trust him enough to know that he’s not going to do anything that I would consider wrong. He’s a good guy, he works hard. If he wants to sit on a boat all day with his friend and fish I don’t care. He deserves a little fun every once in awhile. I’m not his mother. He doesn’t ever have to ask me for permission. Boys are silly sometimes.

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I failed this week at posting. I feel like yesterday it was Monday.I was really busy all week, but with nothing post worthy… just stuff that involves work. I’ve thought about posting something several times, but nothing jumped out as a topic that I would want to read about later on. Things are hopefully going to slow down and get interesting soon. Dave is going to Orlando Sunday for work, so I’m going to have the house to myself for like a day and a half. Until then, we’re going to enjoy the weekend and try to do something interesting.

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I am watching the Winter Olympics right now. On Friday, after we heard about the tragic death of the Georgian on the luge track, Dave and I were talking about how the Winter Olympic sports are way more dangerous than the Summer Olympic sports. There’s a chance of death in pretty much every Winter games sport. The Summer Olympics, you might just fall and break your leg on the track. Even in the wimpy Winter sports, like Figure Skating, there’s a chance your partner could slip and cut a main artery with his skate. The Winter games are much more hardcore if you ask me–not saying that the Summer game athletes are wimps, but I feel like I could at least try a lot of the Summer game sports without killing myself. I would be horrible at all of them, but I don’t think I would kill myself. There’s no way in hell I would attempt half of the Winter sports. 90 mph of a metal sled? Yeah, I don’t think so.

GO TEAM USA!

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Somehow, I manged to throw out my shoulder this week. I’m still not really sure how it happened, but on Tuesday I was getting ready for work, and I think I was putting on my sweater and just felt a pop. Then shooting pain. I’m not THAT old yet. Stuff like this shouldn’t happen, yet for 3 days I’ve been in pretty bad pain from this. I missed an entire week of yoga. Heidi (my instructor) probably thinks I bailed but I’m dying to get back into it next week.

Valentines Day is Sunday and I still have no idea what we are doing, if anything at all. We were supposed to go see Flogging Molly, which is exactly how I would have preffered to spend the holiday but the concert sold out. We’ll probably just end up going somewhere to get dinner. I honestly don’t care if we do anything. I’ve never been real big into the holiday and would really like a day to just relax. I’ve been super busy this week helping my friends with projects and trying to work on this site. A day of doing nothing would be nice.

I don’t plan on writing anything until next week, so hope everyone has a good weekend!

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At work, we share our break room with a group of real estate agents in the office next door. I generally bring my lunch to work, so almost always, I am sharing my lunch break with someone from their office.

There’s this guy over on their side that usually takes his lunch around the same time as I do. From the few brief conversations I’ve had with him he seems like a cool guy. His New Years resolution, just like most people, was to lose some weight, so he’s been bringing healthy foods like salads, fruits and vegetables to work everyday.

Until last week, he’s been obeying all of the rules of break room etiquette. You know the rules: clean the microwave, don’t leave the coffee pot empty, do your dishes. We need to add another rule to this list-don’t cook fish in the microwave. In fact, I think it should be the number one rule, even over doing your dishes.

I guess he added fish to his diet, and for the past 2 weeks he has cooked it in the microwave almost everyday. Since the only thing that separates our offices is the break room, the smell travels throughout our entire office building. Smelling microwaved fish for half the day doesn’t make for a pleasant work environment. We’ve tried to battle the smell with air fresheners and plug ins, but the fish is strong, so it ends up just smelling like vanilla fish.

Dude, I’m not trying to be an asshole, but seriously, please stop cooking fish in the microwave. You are breaking all the rules.

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Tonight I went to my sisters house. I ate way too much of her homemade lasagna and watched Jersey Shore for the first time. I’m not really proud of either, but at least the lasagna was good.

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I just got off the phone with my Mom. We’ve (mostly her) have been dealing with this fiasco all week over a stupid typo. A little back story; Before I moved in with Dave, I lived in a condo that my parents owned. I paid them rent and they were my landlord. A few weeks after I moved out, a lady moved in (The real estate agent my parents use is really good at her job.) Since everything happened so fast, my Mom just had her switch over the utility and electric bills from my name to her name. It was just the simplest way to do it, or so we thought.

Yesterday I got a recorded message from my old electric company, which I found odd considering I don’t live there anymore and all. I called my Mom to ask her what was up and she tells me about this huge fiasco that she has been dealing with for days. Apparently, the real estate agent is really good at selling, but not so much at typing. She made a typo on the address on the lease, putting 7516 instead of 7616. And I guess the current tenant of the condo isn’t good at reading, because she didn’t realize the address was wrong on the lease and went to switch all of her bills over with the wrong address. She was paying the bills for the house down the street instead of the one she lived in. So she gets a letter in the mail saying she needs to pay her electric bill soon or it will be shut off. And before you ask why she didn’t get the original bill in the mail, she wouldn’t have because I was signed up for paperless statements. I paid all of my bills online, and since the bill was still in my name, she didn’t get it anything until she was late with payment. So she’s all confused and calls my Mom. They figure out what has happened and the tenant agrees to call back during business hours to get things straightened out.

If I haven’t said it before, I absolutely hate my old electric company. Not only are they the only company in the area that raised their rates astronomically, they are the most incompetent pricks ever. The tenant calls to get things straightened out, and instead of changing the mistake, they shut off the electric at the guys house at 7516. He is understandably pissed off and calls the tenant and the real estate agent bitching. The tenant calls the electric company again to say they made a mistake and they try to charge her $20 to get the bill switched over to her name and get this guys electric back on. When they made the mistake. NICE.

Hopefully all this crap gets straightened out tomorrow and the tenant at my old place and the one at 7516 can sit down with a beer share a good laugh. Moral of this story: proofread!

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