Derby practice Sun, Mon, and Wed. YMCA Gym Tuesday, Thursday and Friday. Rest Saturday. This combination along with the simple question of: "If I put this in my body, will my body benefit from it?" I have lost 10 lbs in a 2 weeks. Ok, so I cheated a little by taking Reveal Extreme. Diet Pill? Yes, thank you. It's herbal... blah blah blah, it doesn't matter what I say about these pills because bottom line is that they are diet pills.... that work.
2 tone + 1 Accelerator with Breakfast and again at Lunch. 1 night time pill (to help calm and rest with a lot of protein)
Best part is I'm eating what I want just smaller portions and timed strategically throughout the day.
It make me a bit jittery- my knees are bouncing up and down while sitting and my mind is running a mile a minute- good thing is that my brain is organizing the thoughts as they run through- making me feel more productive and organized. All in all- worth the $250.00.
I had stopped taking them when I first started because I wasn't eating better and wasn't exercising so I figured there was no point.
But anywho- I know some of you wanted to know so... I'm still taking it and i"ll update you next week. I would recommend this product... if you can stomach spending $250.00.
I
Friday, January 27, 2012
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Mrs. Fatty McFatterson
Remember that time I lost 40lbs?! Yeah- that was awesome. I felt great, I slept well, I LOVED shopping for clothes and life was just better. Then I got cocky and thought I could take a break from dieting (not dieting... lifestyle change.... yeah) and have self control. Then I got fat again. Of course with fat comes unhappiness, aggravation and irritability. Everyone knows that when your thinner (I.E. HEALTHIER) you feel better about yourself- your happier and life is a little easier. I don't buy into fat chicks that say they LOVE their curves and love themselves just the way they are. You know when to classify yourself as a fatty when you're looking at people and immediately labeling them as "skinny bitches" That's when it should click that you, yourself are just not happy with your own weight. I remember when I was 40lbs lighter and when I saw those same "skinny bitches" I was thinking "wow, those are really cute jeans"
Last time I started the Fat Smash diet- It was baby weight that I needed to lose. This time- its just your all around stubborn fat. LIke real fat- the kind you get when you eat a lot. The only difference is that I'm already getting exercise with roller derby- and I've still managed to get fat again. So this time, I'll have to work extra hard and fill the week with more workouts.
THIS time, however, I'm not doing the Fat Smash diet. It would just be too hard- Aiden can't be on that diet and it would be too expensive to cook 2 separate meals every night... and lets face it, it's hard enough for me to cook ONE meal/night. So this time- I'm going with a "diet aid system" I dove right in and purchased "Reveal Extreme"
I'd like to have a different word for it OTHER than "Diet pills" but that is essentially what it is. Google it to learn more- I'm not typing it all in here. It is proven to work and there are many people right here in GF that have used it and have gotten great results. They even tell you that you don't have to diet and exercise and that you'd still lose weight- but C'mon, if I'm spending $225.00 on a weight loss System- I'm going all in, I'm putting all my eggs in one basket, Balls to the Walls if you will... I'm going to do it right with diet and exercise.
Yes, I said $225.00
No, I didn't know it was THAT much. However, I had just spend 1 hour in a dressing room on the verge of tears as I was trying on clothes for work and as I left the shopping area I was driving past Complete Nutrition AS the commercial was playing on the radio. It was a sign. Or at least that's what I was telling myself as I was parking and marching up to the store.
I got in the store, looked at the hot chick behind the counter and said "Give me your Shpeel about Reveal Extreme, I just spent and hour in a dressing room"
So she did. 15 minutes later- I was walking out with a 2 month supply of the separate bottles of this system.
Tomorrow is Day 1. And so it begins. She told me that 100% of people have results if they follow the regimen. I asked her if she was lying- she said no. I asked her if she was still lying and she said "Check back with me in 2 weeks, you can thank me then" So this system comes with their support. I have to go in there again in 2 weeks to talk about my progress. She said "Take out those jeans you want to fit into, try them on every day- in 2 months when they fit- buy yourself new jeans."
Damn she's good. (and hot, if I forgot to mention that part)
Last time I started the Fat Smash diet- It was baby weight that I needed to lose. This time- its just your all around stubborn fat. LIke real fat- the kind you get when you eat a lot. The only difference is that I'm already getting exercise with roller derby- and I've still managed to get fat again. So this time, I'll have to work extra hard and fill the week with more workouts.
THIS time, however, I'm not doing the Fat Smash diet. It would just be too hard- Aiden can't be on that diet and it would be too expensive to cook 2 separate meals every night... and lets face it, it's hard enough for me to cook ONE meal/night. So this time- I'm going with a "diet aid system" I dove right in and purchased "Reveal Extreme"
I'd like to have a different word for it OTHER than "Diet pills" but that is essentially what it is. Google it to learn more- I'm not typing it all in here. It is proven to work and there are many people right here in GF that have used it and have gotten great results. They even tell you that you don't have to diet and exercise and that you'd still lose weight- but C'mon, if I'm spending $225.00 on a weight loss System- I'm going all in, I'm putting all my eggs in one basket, Balls to the Walls if you will... I'm going to do it right with diet and exercise.
Yes, I said $225.00
No, I didn't know it was THAT much. However, I had just spend 1 hour in a dressing room on the verge of tears as I was trying on clothes for work and as I left the shopping area I was driving past Complete Nutrition AS the commercial was playing on the radio. It was a sign. Or at least that's what I was telling myself as I was parking and marching up to the store.
I got in the store, looked at the hot chick behind the counter and said "Give me your Shpeel about Reveal Extreme, I just spent and hour in a dressing room"
So she did. 15 minutes later- I was walking out with a 2 month supply of the separate bottles of this system.
Tomorrow is Day 1. And so it begins. She told me that 100% of people have results if they follow the regimen. I asked her if she was lying- she said no. I asked her if she was still lying and she said "Check back with me in 2 weeks, you can thank me then" So this system comes with their support. I have to go in there again in 2 weeks to talk about my progress. She said "Take out those jeans you want to fit into, try them on every day- in 2 months when they fit- buy yourself new jeans."
Damn she's good. (and hot, if I forgot to mention that part)
Saturday, October 08, 2011
ooops, I think I blogged.
Testing? Testing? one. two. Check. Check.... One. Two.
*Clears throat*
Hi. It's been a while. I don't have a lot to say. Actually I'm sure I have plenty to say. However, because I am tired but wanted to sneak in a quick post here you go...
There was this girl that I thought was SOOOO cool. She was amazing, I wanted to be like her when I grew up. She is a roller girl. She was my girl crush. You know when you admire someone so much and you learn everything there is to know about them. I googled her, I e-stalked her. I liked the way she looked, I liked her style, I liked her attitude. About 3 years ago I went to my very first roller derby bout. I was hooked. As we practiced and practiced and got ready to play I kept thinking "I get to meet her, I get to talk to her"
Well... hello... she is just a girl. From North Dakota. Yeah, it was pretty silly.
It was my very first bout. She was there to play the main bout. I was all giddy and stupid when she kept passing by, skating during open skate. "Oh my, that's her, I get to talk to her, what am I going to say?" This was my internal monologue- it sounded much more awesome in my head.
Finally, we were all stretching and getting ready and she was sitting right across from me. I don't remember what everyone was talking about but I commented on how I liked her glasses. I asked her where she got them, they were very unique. (I really did like them) and she stopped smiling, looked at me and said "Pff.. I don't f*#king know... probably like a glasses store, where else do you get glasses" *eye roll* Later that evening we were at the after party and I was at a table, thanking some other girls for letting us be in the mixer- she looked over gave me another eyeroll and shook her head "Whatever, mixers take up way too much time, no one really comes until the second bout anyway so I don't even know why we have them"
At first I was like "OMG, why did I talk to her, wtf was I thinking! I'm not cool enough to talk to her like I'm her friend or something" Yes, I pretty much reverted back to being an awkward, ugly 8th grade girl. I stayed there... until a week ago.
Last weekend we played against Bemidji. There are also girls on that team that I admire. I like watching their A team play. For the more part- those girls are freakin' awesome. However, there are some girls on that team that aren't so nice. They were like little divas. They complained that everything we did was wrong. If that was the case, then how did we WIN?!
That is when it clicked
I was idolizing this girl for no good reason- only because I liked her style and the way she played derby. Then I realized that even though I may not be an A team player, I could probably hip check that bitch- I may not be AS good as her, but I'm pretty damn close. I could give her a run for her money.
She let me down and made me realize how silly it is that I thought she was cool in the first place. She's just a derby girl. From North Dakota. Just like me... except I'm a nice person (usually) and If someone were to compliment me and want to talk to me, I would take the time to at least say thank you.
The end.
*Clears throat*
Hi. It's been a while. I don't have a lot to say. Actually I'm sure I have plenty to say. However, because I am tired but wanted to sneak in a quick post here you go...
There was this girl that I thought was SOOOO cool. She was amazing, I wanted to be like her when I grew up. She is a roller girl. She was my girl crush. You know when you admire someone so much and you learn everything there is to know about them. I googled her, I e-stalked her. I liked the way she looked, I liked her style, I liked her attitude. About 3 years ago I went to my very first roller derby bout. I was hooked. As we practiced and practiced and got ready to play I kept thinking "I get to meet her, I get to talk to her"
Well... hello... she is just a girl. From North Dakota. Yeah, it was pretty silly.
It was my very first bout. She was there to play the main bout. I was all giddy and stupid when she kept passing by, skating during open skate. "Oh my, that's her, I get to talk to her, what am I going to say?" This was my internal monologue- it sounded much more awesome in my head.
Finally, we were all stretching and getting ready and she was sitting right across from me. I don't remember what everyone was talking about but I commented on how I liked her glasses. I asked her where she got them, they were very unique. (I really did like them) and she stopped smiling, looked at me and said "Pff.. I don't f*#king know... probably like a glasses store, where else do you get glasses" *eye roll* Later that evening we were at the after party and I was at a table, thanking some other girls for letting us be in the mixer- she looked over gave me another eyeroll and shook her head "Whatever, mixers take up way too much time, no one really comes until the second bout anyway so I don't even know why we have them"
At first I was like "OMG, why did I talk to her, wtf was I thinking! I'm not cool enough to talk to her like I'm her friend or something" Yes, I pretty much reverted back to being an awkward, ugly 8th grade girl. I stayed there... until a week ago.
Last weekend we played against Bemidji. There are also girls on that team that I admire. I like watching their A team play. For the more part- those girls are freakin' awesome. However, there are some girls on that team that aren't so nice. They were like little divas. They complained that everything we did was wrong. If that was the case, then how did we WIN?!
That is when it clicked
I was idolizing this girl for no good reason- only because I liked her style and the way she played derby. Then I realized that even though I may not be an A team player, I could probably hip check that bitch- I may not be AS good as her, but I'm pretty damn close. I could give her a run for her money.
She let me down and made me realize how silly it is that I thought she was cool in the first place. She's just a derby girl. From North Dakota. Just like me... except I'm a nice person (usually) and If someone were to compliment me and want to talk to me, I would take the time to at least say thank you.
The end.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Back by popular demand: ME!
Ok, so I've actually had people tell me that I need to write on here more. So... here I am. What am I up to, you ask?
Well, yesterday we went to a funeral. Some of you may have met our breakfast hostess, Carolee. Her husband, Clay, passed away after a battle with cancer and enduring many other medical problems. The funeral was the longest I've ever been to. It was about an hour and 15 minutes. It was also the most touching funeral I've ever been to. They talked about Clay the whole time. They went through his whole life. From birth to death. They hit on all the major events in his life. Most funerals, they just read the little blurp that is in the obituary. Clay was full of life. He loved with his whole heart all the time. He was married twice. His first wife passed away due to cancer. She died just days before they celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary. He met Carolee shortly after that (in his 70s) and they married. They were married for 14 years. Carolee has also been married twice, losing her first husband to heart disease.
I only met Clay a couple of times and talked to him on the phone a handful of times. I always admired their relationship. He called her Darlin' and Sweetheart and when they walked together, they held hands. She always said that she thanks God everyday for blessing her with two loves in her life.
When he was 12 he and his brothers sang acapella gospel music. They traveled around the country singing. He grew up, married, started a family, joined the military, was deployed in war, came back, owned his own service station and joined a barber shop quartet, where he sang bass. He sang with those same guys for 30 years. 30 years...
He planned his own funeral. He made sure there was a lot of music. The 3 remaining members of the quartet were there and sang some gospel songs. You could tell they were missing something, they were missing their bass line. He had military honors and Taps was played. That's when pretty much everyone in the church (which was packed) cried. I didn't, which was odd because I cry at every funeral. This funeral was different. It was the only funeral where I felt like we were celebrating the life of the deceased instead of focusing on their death.
I didn't plan on sharing all this info when I started typing, but I did because I think Clay was an amazing person. Even though I didn't know him all that well, I feel like I did. Through the stories Carolee told me and through his friends and family at his funeral.
ANNNNYYYWWAAAYYY...
Onto other happier subjects: Tabby is ready to have her baby! We did her tummy pics today. They are BEAUTIFUL and I can't wait to fix 'em up a little and post them :)
It's past Aiden's bedtime, I suppose it's time to go. I promise I'll write more. It is fun, and Facebook is getting old.
Well, yesterday we went to a funeral. Some of you may have met our breakfast hostess, Carolee. Her husband, Clay, passed away after a battle with cancer and enduring many other medical problems. The funeral was the longest I've ever been to. It was about an hour and 15 minutes. It was also the most touching funeral I've ever been to. They talked about Clay the whole time. They went through his whole life. From birth to death. They hit on all the major events in his life. Most funerals, they just read the little blurp that is in the obituary. Clay was full of life. He loved with his whole heart all the time. He was married twice. His first wife passed away due to cancer. She died just days before they celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary. He met Carolee shortly after that (in his 70s) and they married. They were married for 14 years. Carolee has also been married twice, losing her first husband to heart disease.
I only met Clay a couple of times and talked to him on the phone a handful of times. I always admired their relationship. He called her Darlin' and Sweetheart and when they walked together, they held hands. She always said that she thanks God everyday for blessing her with two loves in her life.
When he was 12 he and his brothers sang acapella gospel music. They traveled around the country singing. He grew up, married, started a family, joined the military, was deployed in war, came back, owned his own service station and joined a barber shop quartet, where he sang bass. He sang with those same guys for 30 years. 30 years...
He planned his own funeral. He made sure there was a lot of music. The 3 remaining members of the quartet were there and sang some gospel songs. You could tell they were missing something, they were missing their bass line. He had military honors and Taps was played. That's when pretty much everyone in the church (which was packed) cried. I didn't, which was odd because I cry at every funeral. This funeral was different. It was the only funeral where I felt like we were celebrating the life of the deceased instead of focusing on their death.
I didn't plan on sharing all this info when I started typing, but I did because I think Clay was an amazing person. Even though I didn't know him all that well, I feel like I did. Through the stories Carolee told me and through his friends and family at his funeral.
ANNNNYYYWWAAAYYY...
Onto other happier subjects: Tabby is ready to have her baby! We did her tummy pics today. They are BEAUTIFUL and I can't wait to fix 'em up a little and post them :)
It's past Aiden's bedtime, I suppose it's time to go. I promise I'll write more. It is fun, and Facebook is getting old.
Saturday, July 31, 2010
my complete lack of awesomeness...
So I don't like my job... but thats nothing new to anyone. Matt asked me what my 'plan' was. I was like "I don't know..." He asked me what I wanted to do in 10 years. I said "I don't know" He said "well if you don't know, then you'll be exactly where you are now, doing exactly what you're doing now so you have to have a plan"
Alrighty then.
Alrighty then.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
and we're back!
With everyone posting on their blogs, I didn't want to feel left out, so here I am! Its weird, I see Karissa and Amber almost every day, yet I feel like we haven't spent buddy time together for a long time. Its fun to see everyone writing on their blogs again.
Lately, it feels like Kevin, Aiden and I are in our own little routine, with no time to spare. Kevin doesn't get home until 6:15 or later, we eat, go to the gym, come home put Aiden to bed, laundry or cleaning, or "stuff to do" time, then go to bed.
One thing that I'm pretty happy about is that I'm getting more photography gigs. I have 3 weddings set up for this year... senior pics, baby pics and engagement pics. That keeps me busy and puts a little extra money in my pocket. Now only if I can save some money to get some newer camera equipment. As much as I'm going to LOVE going to Hawaii, a part of me kind of wishes that money could have gone to new camera gear. God knows I'm not the best money saver (I could learn a thing or two from Karissa and Amber and their coupon cutting skills) I don't think I spend too much on material items, but more on activities and spontanious purchases for Aiden. :) ok ok and maybe Target visits without a shopping list doesn't help either. I've been thinking of getting a second job to help pay for the camera gear because I really really want new stuff (especially if people are going to start really paying for it) I'd only work like 2-3 shifts a week. Finding the time to work would be the hard part! Plus Aiden wouldn't know what I looked like by the end of the week!
Kevin and I are going to the Y at least 3 times a week (and using our bike at home 2 times a week) I love it! Sometimes we have to remind eachother why we are doing this, but for the most part getting there isn't hard. Aiden also likes the daycare :)
Ok, there, I posted something. Now time to go to bed!
Lately, it feels like Kevin, Aiden and I are in our own little routine, with no time to spare. Kevin doesn't get home until 6:15 or later, we eat, go to the gym, come home put Aiden to bed, laundry or cleaning, or "stuff to do" time, then go to bed.
One thing that I'm pretty happy about is that I'm getting more photography gigs. I have 3 weddings set up for this year... senior pics, baby pics and engagement pics. That keeps me busy and puts a little extra money in my pocket. Now only if I can save some money to get some newer camera equipment. As much as I'm going to LOVE going to Hawaii, a part of me kind of wishes that money could have gone to new camera gear. God knows I'm not the best money saver (I could learn a thing or two from Karissa and Amber and their coupon cutting skills) I don't think I spend too much on material items, but more on activities and spontanious purchases for Aiden. :) ok ok and maybe Target visits without a shopping list doesn't help either. I've been thinking of getting a second job to help pay for the camera gear because I really really want new stuff (especially if people are going to start really paying for it) I'd only work like 2-3 shifts a week. Finding the time to work would be the hard part! Plus Aiden wouldn't know what I looked like by the end of the week!
Kevin and I are going to the Y at least 3 times a week (and using our bike at home 2 times a week) I love it! Sometimes we have to remind eachother why we are doing this, but for the most part getting there isn't hard. Aiden also likes the daycare :)
Ok, there, I posted something. Now time to go to bed!
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Holiday Baking.
Yes, I said baking... as in cookies, fudge and holiday goodies. I have never done this before, but since we are not giving gifts this year (saving our moolah for Hawaii) I thought it'd be a good idea. Now, I'm not beginning this venture with high expectations. I'll be happy if just one of my goodies turn out edible. Plus, I went the idiot proof way, and bought the Jello, Bakers, and Planters cookbook. Meaning all my goodies will have either bakers chocolate, nuts or pudding in it! ha!
I'm pretty excited about it!
We went shopping for Birthday/Christmas presents for Aiden yesterday, and got a majority of it done. The biggest gift that he is getting is a play Kitchen set. I know he's going to love it, and we've been waitig all year to get it for him. We also got him a digital camera for kids, a chalk board/white board isle, big box of legos (we thought he's about ready) and some other odds and ends. As I was looking at the toys I thought "where were these things when I was little!" Like that game where you move things with your mind. Anti-Gravity boots (making you able to jump REALLY high)
Once again, I procrastinated planning his Bday party, and now I'm a little stuck on where it'll be. But when they are this little I don't think it really matters as long as theres 1. a cake. 2. friends. and 3. presents!
I can not stress enough how much I'm looking forward to this whole potty training thing to be OVER! He does ok most days but then some days he just doesn't care :(
I also can not wait until he sleeps later than 5:30, 6:00am. We thought we would try to make his bedtime later, but he still got up at the same time, just crabbier. 5:30 is ok on weekdays because thats the time I get up for work anyway. But Saturdays? C'MON!
So there is my rambling for today. I wanted to write on my blog, and didn't have anything interesting to say, but decided to write anyway. Hope you are still checking my blog. yes, you, my 4 readers.
I'm pretty excited about it!
We went shopping for Birthday/Christmas presents for Aiden yesterday, and got a majority of it done. The biggest gift that he is getting is a play Kitchen set. I know he's going to love it, and we've been waitig all year to get it for him. We also got him a digital camera for kids, a chalk board/white board isle, big box of legos (we thought he's about ready) and some other odds and ends. As I was looking at the toys I thought "where were these things when I was little!" Like that game where you move things with your mind. Anti-Gravity boots (making you able to jump REALLY high)
Once again, I procrastinated planning his Bday party, and now I'm a little stuck on where it'll be. But when they are this little I don't think it really matters as long as theres 1. a cake. 2. friends. and 3. presents!
I can not stress enough how much I'm looking forward to this whole potty training thing to be OVER! He does ok most days but then some days he just doesn't care :(
I also can not wait until he sleeps later than 5:30, 6:00am. We thought we would try to make his bedtime later, but he still got up at the same time, just crabbier. 5:30 is ok on weekdays because thats the time I get up for work anyway. But Saturdays? C'MON!
So there is my rambling for today. I wanted to write on my blog, and didn't have anything interesting to say, but decided to write anyway. Hope you are still checking my blog. yes, you, my 4 readers.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
WANTED: Cheeseburger
I really want a cheeseburger. Yeah, you heard me. The whole point to this post is to declare my NEED for a juicy grilled cheeseburger.
If I had a cheeseburger right now I would put it on a homemade oversized bun. It would be smothered with grilled onions, ketchup and a small amount of mustard. I would have a pickle spear (sorry Karissa) on the side. My cheeseburger would be on a plate accompanied with rippled potato chips and french onion dip.
Doesn't that sound delicious? You know what tastes yummy after a cheeseburger? a big brownie with chocolate frosting on it and a BIG glass of milk. mmmmmmm.
If I had a cheeseburger right now I would put it on a homemade oversized bun. It would be smothered with grilled onions, ketchup and a small amount of mustard. I would have a pickle spear (sorry Karissa) on the side. My cheeseburger would be on a plate accompanied with rippled potato chips and french onion dip.
Doesn't that sound delicious? You know what tastes yummy after a cheeseburger? a big brownie with chocolate frosting on it and a BIG glass of milk. mmmmmmm.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Hotel Rant
work seems to be the only thing inspiring me to write on my blog, sorry, I think facebook rotted my internet brain.
With that being said, here is my new hotel story.
Today I took a call and it went a little something like this:
Me: "thank you for calling... blah blah... how may I help you?"
Old shivering voice lady: "I want to make a reservation"
Me: "sure! Have you stayed with us before"
Old Lady: "Of course I have! you people never remember a face, do ya, we're just another paying customer aren't we!"
(because I instantly knew who she was by her decrepit old voice and I could totally see her through the effin phone!)
Me: "I'm sorry, I think I missed your name" (because you never gave it to me!)
Old Lady: "Mary Johnson"
Me: "ok, I'm sorry, let me bring up your information so I can make a reservation for you..... are you the Mary Johnson from Dickinson?" (only Mary Johnson in our system)
Old Lady: "No, dangit, I'm not. I'm from Mohall"
Me: "I'm sorry, Ill have to get your information from you, I can't seem to find your name in our system"
Old Lady: "I've stayed there many times, at least 2 last year! I have the reciept from my last stay sitting in front of me right now!"
Me: "Can you give me the confirmation number so I can look up your last stay with us" (because obviously this whole process is 'easier' than just giving me your phone number and zip code)
Old Lady: "2******" (doesn't matter)
Me: "oh, weird, I'm getting an Isabelle Johnson. But you say its under Mary Johnson?"
Old Lady: "Well Hell yeah, its under Isabelle Johnson... thats the name I go by, but my real name is Mary Isabelle Smith" I haven't gone by Mary Johnson since I lived in Dickinson"
Me: Taking the deepest breath possible and trying my damnedest not to laugh my ass off at her stupidity I say calmly "Oh, I'm glad we're on the same page now.. haha... now when are you coming to stay with us?"
Old Lady: "well I don't know yet, my sister has a doctors appointment sometime next week, so I'll call when I know for sure what day"
I couldn't help but giggle as I was thanking her and telling her I look forward to helping her with her reservation later in the week.
Silly lady and not knowing her Doug Damned name!
With that being said, here is my new hotel story.
Today I took a call and it went a little something like this:
Me: "thank you for calling... blah blah... how may I help you?"
Old shivering voice lady: "I want to make a reservation"
Me: "sure! Have you stayed with us before"
Old Lady: "Of course I have! you people never remember a face, do ya, we're just another paying customer aren't we!"
(because I instantly knew who she was by her decrepit old voice and I could totally see her through the effin phone!)
Me: "I'm sorry, I think I missed your name" (because you never gave it to me!)
Old Lady: "Mary Johnson"
Me: "ok, I'm sorry, let me bring up your information so I can make a reservation for you..... are you the Mary Johnson from Dickinson?" (only Mary Johnson in our system)
Old Lady: "No, dangit, I'm not. I'm from Mohall"
Me: "I'm sorry, Ill have to get your information from you, I can't seem to find your name in our system"
Old Lady: "I've stayed there many times, at least 2 last year! I have the reciept from my last stay sitting in front of me right now!"
Me: "Can you give me the confirmation number so I can look up your last stay with us" (because obviously this whole process is 'easier' than just giving me your phone number and zip code)
Old Lady: "2******" (doesn't matter)
Me: "oh, weird, I'm getting an Isabelle Johnson. But you say its under Mary Johnson?"
Old Lady: "Well Hell yeah, its under Isabelle Johnson... thats the name I go by, but my real name is Mary Isabelle Smith" I haven't gone by Mary Johnson since I lived in Dickinson"
Me: Taking the deepest breath possible and trying my damnedest not to laugh my ass off at her stupidity I say calmly "Oh, I'm glad we're on the same page now.. haha... now when are you coming to stay with us?"
Old Lady: "well I don't know yet, my sister has a doctors appointment sometime next week, so I'll call when I know for sure what day"
I couldn't help but giggle as I was thanking her and telling her I look forward to helping her with her reservation later in the week.
Silly lady and not knowing her Doug Damned name!
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Tuesday, July 07, 2009
ANOTHER trip to the ER
Yup... Kevin is in the ER again. He tripped over Aiden's horse and did something to his ankle. He thought he should get an x ray. So here I sit. I hope he didn't break anything!
Here are some more pics from the wedding...
Here are some more pics from the wedding...
Wednesday, July 01, 2009
SNEEK PEEK! Mr and Mrs. Suda.
Well... Here they are... some of them anyway. These are the "just for fun" pics. I haven't gotten the others all done yet, and they are in RAW format... which means they are HUGE files and not easily postable. These pics were just jpegs. so it was easier to post. There are a TON more... but here are some of my favs.
First Dance
My favorite picture out of all of them :)
I don't know why I love this pic so much, but its very artsy :)
Cutest pic of Ali :)
Right after the ceremony
THE kiss :)
Such a little man
HEEEEY!!
First Dance
My favorite picture out of all of them :)
I don't know why I love this pic so much, but its very artsy :)
Cutest pic of Ali :)
Right after the ceremony
THE kiss :)
Such a little man
HEEEEY!!
Friday, June 26, 2009
Waiting for something good...
Warning: This is a "poor me" post. This is me venting... because thats pretty much what I do best I think.
First of all... Beginning on July 1st, I will be paid by the hour. I'm currently a salaried employee. Now theoretically this should not affect my annual pay... theoretically I work 40 hours a week (uh huh)...I have the same responsibilities and the only thing changing is that now I have to punch a timeclock. Well, for some reason, this makes me mad. I can't explain the reasons behind my feelings, because I completely understand why they are doing it. But, It constantly feels like I'm being held back with this company. The entire time I've worked at the hotel, I've always had to ask for my raises... never have I been reviewed... I have to remind them that my anniversary has come and gone, and still am waiting for my "evaluation". I don't know exactly how many raises I've gotten, I think only 3 or 4 and two of them were because of a promotion and the others because I had to insinuate that if I didn't get a raise, I'd quit. When I was hired as AGM, I was given the minimum pay for the position. I have a feeling that if a person with my experience walked in, they would have offered them more. Plus all my experience is with THEIR company... pppfff.
Little secret (you know for all 4 of you that still read my blog) I'm lookin' for another job. I need a change. Not only because of the above reasons... but because I'm 28, I've worked there for 9 years and I feel like I am holding myself back just because I feel comfortable there. I feel like I'm letting my mind rot. I'm not learning anything new, I'm not being challenged. I don't want to be one of those crabby, "stuck in her ways" employees. Now, I'm not in a hurry to find another job... I'm just keeping my eye on the classifieds, if anything catches my eye, I'll look into it. Being that my college degree was an obvious mistake, I'm not specifically trained in anything useful so I HAVE to get experience in some sort of field or two so I have more career options.
I would give anything to stay home with Aiden all day. He spends 8 hours at daycare. I only see him for 4 hours a day... 4 HOURS! Thats it. thats all we have. Heidi spends more time with him than I do. I want to be the one to teach him things, like how to behave, manners, ABCs, numbers, potty training. I know he is two, and I know he's going through the terrible twos... but he hits ALL the time. He screams... and boy do I mean SCREAMS. we spend most of our 4 hours with him either telling him not to hit me, putting him in time out, fighting with him in public or getting him ready for bed. We're tired from work, and too often we let him free play alone or watch tv. I think if he was with me all day, he wouldn't need to act out so often to get attention. My house would be clean all the time, I would learn how to cook and I'd feel like cooking more healthy, homecooked meals. However, since we have two car payments, a house payment, utilities, cable (maybe cancelling this), medical bills from Aiden and Kevin's stays and surgeries, student loans, credit card debt, and now the freakin' Jeep's axel and transmission is all F'ed up.... GRRRRR. I can't afford to stay home. I think we should move into an apartment, buy used cars, and eat mac and cheese.
Oh, and I am honestly very sad about Michael Jackson's death. I understand he was a freak, I understand he probably did bad things at some points in his life and by no means do I overlook that part of him, but I loved his music. He was talented. I believe he deserves all the praise that he has recieved in his career. No one can argue that he didn't work hard for everything he had (and lost apparently) Almost all of the biggest and best have died an early and unexpected deaths. I can't say I'll miss him, because I haven't been following his story lately, I don't know what he's been doing, he hasn't released any new music. I can say that I will continue to enjoy his music and videos, even if they have been played over and over and over again for the past 2 days. Its just something I don't get tired of. Everyone has their favorite artist/celebrity/athlete.... Michael Jackson was mine and I feel for his kids. The only father they will really know is the one they read about in magazines and watch in documentaries. The oldest is only 12.
Well anyway, thats all the junk on my mind at the moment. Don't get me wrong, I'm very grateful that I have a job, a husband that loves me so much, and Aiden (smartest cutest kid ever!) On a daily basis I'm a pretty happy person. I just think its time for a change.
*ok I'm done now*
First of all... Beginning on July 1st, I will be paid by the hour. I'm currently a salaried employee. Now theoretically this should not affect my annual pay... theoretically I work 40 hours a week (uh huh)...I have the same responsibilities and the only thing changing is that now I have to punch a timeclock. Well, for some reason, this makes me mad. I can't explain the reasons behind my feelings, because I completely understand why they are doing it. But, It constantly feels like I'm being held back with this company. The entire time I've worked at the hotel, I've always had to ask for my raises... never have I been reviewed... I have to remind them that my anniversary has come and gone, and still am waiting for my "evaluation". I don't know exactly how many raises I've gotten, I think only 3 or 4 and two of them were because of a promotion and the others because I had to insinuate that if I didn't get a raise, I'd quit. When I was hired as AGM, I was given the minimum pay for the position. I have a feeling that if a person with my experience walked in, they would have offered them more. Plus all my experience is with THEIR company... pppfff.
Little secret (you know for all 4 of you that still read my blog) I'm lookin' for another job. I need a change. Not only because of the above reasons... but because I'm 28, I've worked there for 9 years and I feel like I am holding myself back just because I feel comfortable there. I feel like I'm letting my mind rot. I'm not learning anything new, I'm not being challenged. I don't want to be one of those crabby, "stuck in her ways" employees. Now, I'm not in a hurry to find another job... I'm just keeping my eye on the classifieds, if anything catches my eye, I'll look into it. Being that my college degree was an obvious mistake, I'm not specifically trained in anything useful so I HAVE to get experience in some sort of field or two so I have more career options.
I would give anything to stay home with Aiden all day. He spends 8 hours at daycare. I only see him for 4 hours a day... 4 HOURS! Thats it. thats all we have. Heidi spends more time with him than I do. I want to be the one to teach him things, like how to behave, manners, ABCs, numbers, potty training. I know he is two, and I know he's going through the terrible twos... but he hits ALL the time. He screams... and boy do I mean SCREAMS. we spend most of our 4 hours with him either telling him not to hit me, putting him in time out, fighting with him in public or getting him ready for bed. We're tired from work, and too often we let him free play alone or watch tv. I think if he was with me all day, he wouldn't need to act out so often to get attention. My house would be clean all the time, I would learn how to cook and I'd feel like cooking more healthy, homecooked meals. However, since we have two car payments, a house payment, utilities, cable (maybe cancelling this), medical bills from Aiden and Kevin's stays and surgeries, student loans, credit card debt, and now the freakin' Jeep's axel and transmission is all F'ed up.... GRRRRR. I can't afford to stay home. I think we should move into an apartment, buy used cars, and eat mac and cheese.
Oh, and I am honestly very sad about Michael Jackson's death. I understand he was a freak, I understand he probably did bad things at some points in his life and by no means do I overlook that part of him, but I loved his music. He was talented. I believe he deserves all the praise that he has recieved in his career. No one can argue that he didn't work hard for everything he had (and lost apparently) Almost all of the biggest and best have died an early and unexpected deaths. I can't say I'll miss him, because I haven't been following his story lately, I don't know what he's been doing, he hasn't released any new music. I can say that I will continue to enjoy his music and videos, even if they have been played over and over and over again for the past 2 days. Its just something I don't get tired of. Everyone has their favorite artist/celebrity/athlete.... Michael Jackson was mine and I feel for his kids. The only father they will really know is the one they read about in magazines and watch in documentaries. The oldest is only 12.
Well anyway, thats all the junk on my mind at the moment. Don't get me wrong, I'm very grateful that I have a job, a husband that loves me so much, and Aiden (smartest cutest kid ever!) On a daily basis I'm a pretty happy person. I just think its time for a change.
*ok I'm done now*
Tuesday, June 09, 2009
Friday, May 22, 2009
Whats in the box?
Last Friday a guest asked if we could hold a package for him. It was supposed to get to the hotel on friday when he was there, however, it got delayed and will be here on Monday. His parents were coming through GF on Thursday so they could pick it up when they were in town. I asked him how big the box was and he told me it weighed 7lbs, but he didn't know how big the box was going to be. I told him if it was too large, we wouldn't be able to hold it for him so I asked what was in the box. He said "all you need to know is that its nothing alive" So I agreed to hold it. The box came on Monday along with our new crockpot (for bisquites and gravy... ewww). In all the excitement of our new crockpot and things, Jan cut open the box, but then noticed the packing lable said it was for a guest so she put the box aside. Enter April.... coming back with lunch, I noticed the box and was like "ooooo whats in THIS one?" As I opened the box, I saw something inside with bright packaging, I pulled out the object to get a closer look. What was it? a big flesh colored vibrator. So here I am in the lobby holding a vibrator. Jan, laughing her ass off, says "PUT IT BACK!" So I threw it back in the box and shut the flaps. But, C'Mon... it was already open! I had to see what else was inside! So I carefully pushed aside the packing paper, and saw the following: An anal probe, another vibrator with a remote control, and an inflatable bondage chair! So by this time, Jan and I are giggling like little school girls. The funniest part is that this guy (and his wife) was having his father pick this box up. But wait... they have to take it across customs into Canada! I'm pretty sure they aren't going to let you take an unmarked box across the boarder when they don't know whats inside. I picture this elderly couple innocently carrying this box of sex toys (I'm guessing worth over 400.00) and the customs guy ripping open the box... HAHAHAHAHA!
anyway, it was hilarious.
anyway, it was hilarious.
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