Category: Ticked Off

Losing my Zen

I wanted a new look for my blog so I spent LOTS OF MINUTES last night setting up a new theme and customizing my colors and choosing a cute background so everything would be coordinated and pretty and then I hit “publish” and NONE OF MY CHANGES SAVED  and so I tried again today but IT STILL WON’T WORK so…

Talking and coffee and words

I had to come to work an hour early this morning because my boss was going to be gone for an appointment and I had to open the door for the internal auditor who is here this week. Normally when I come in at 8:00, my boss and I have an understanding that we don’t speak for at least the…

Things on social media that annoy me right now

I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night, so I’m kinda cranky and I thought it would be a good day to talk about the things that are annoying me. I feel like maybe I’ve done a post like this before but I don’t care – these are the things on my mind and I’m gonna talk about them.…

Wound tighter than a what?

I did NOT want to get up early and work out this morning, but the reason I eventually got up is also the reason I didn’t want to in the first place.  Confused? Confession time – I binged last night. It was bad, y’all. A Very Bad Binge.  I won’t go into details about what was consumed, but I will…

Just freakin’ lovely.

Hey – guess who showed up over 2 weeks late with her big bag of cramps? That’s right…my Lady Time arrived today and she has got an AT.TI.TUDE!!! Oh, and to make it even better, I have nary a sanitary napkin* or any other product of feminine hygiene. Lovely. It’s a damn good thing this is a 3 day weekend. *Why is…

a la Juice

She steals from me, I steal from her – it’s all good. We love each other!  🙂 So in honor of her, here’s my post in bullet point form because I just don’t feel like putting it together all prosey-like. C25k Week3Day2 is scheduled for this afternoon.  Day 1 almost killed me because I was running uphill against the wind.…

You kids get off my lawn!

Hello kids!  How’s it going? First of all let me get my curmudgeonly self out of the way:  I hate DST. It screws up my rhythm and it takes me weeks to adjust. All because of one little measly hour.  Patooie! I spit on you, DST!!  Oh, I’m not done.  Next up on “why Jill is turning into a cranky old lady”,…