Charlie Sheen, certifiable or genius?

I think I am going to open this up with the obvious; some of my favorite of the Charlie Sheen quotes thus far…  Thank you to…  http://www.urlesque.com/2011/02/28/charlie-sheen-quotes-bunnies-rabbits/, http://videogum.com/278921/the-19-best-charlie-sheen-quotes-which-you-trolls-probably-cant-even-process/top-stories/ and http://www.manolith.com/2011/02/25/top-10-awesome-charlie-sheen-quotes-of-the-week/:

“People are mystified by this odyssey that refuses to quit calling itself Charlie Sheen.”

“They lay down with their ugly wives and their ugly children and just look at their loser lives and then they look at me and say “I CAN’T PROCESS IT,” well, no, you never will, just stop trying. Sit back and enjoy the show.”

“I’m sorry man, I got magic and I’ve got poetry in my fingertips, you know, most of the time, and this includes naps. I’m an F-18, bro.”

“I’m not fair game. I’m not a soft target. It’s over. There’s a new sheriff in town. And he has an army of assassins.”

“I have a disease? Bullshit. I cured it with my brain.”

“I dare anyone to debate me on things.”

”Let me say this about the Goddesses, I don’t think the term is good enough, but when you’re bound by these terrestrial descriptions, you must use the best term available. So if you think about it dude, I’m 0-for-3 in marriage, but like in baseball, the scoreboard doesn’t lie. Never has. So what we all have is a marriage of the hearts. And to sully, contaminate, or radically disrespect this unit with a shameful contract is something I’ll leave to the amateurs and bible grippers.”

“Clearly I have defeated this earthworm with my words – imagine what I would have done with my fire breathing fists.”

“I don’t live in the middle anymore, that’s where you get slaughtered, that’s where you get embarrassed in front of the prom queen and I just…it’s just not an option.”

“You have the right to kill me, but you do not have the right to judge me. Boom. That’s the whole movie. That’s life.”

“You have the right to kill me, but you do not have the right to judge me. Boom. That’s the whole movie. That’s life.”…  That’s awesomeness.  That is poetry in the fingertips…  I flipping love it.  I think I am going to start walking around saying “I dare anyone to debate me on things”.  Seriously…

I started looking back through Charlie Sheen quotes and you know what?  The man has always been brilliant.  I’m not here to argue his sobriety or his discretion with his lifestyle choices.  I am here to say that I think the man is genius.

Thinkexist.com has some older quotes…  his genius is not this new found…  sobriety, or the fact that he’s “done his weight in cocaine” or any of that…

“Those of us who did make it have an obligation to build again, to teach others what we know, and to try with what's left of our lives to find a goodness and meaning to this life.”

“There's always a chance for that (reconciliation) as long as two people are still in the game ... I mean alive -- that's in the game in my world.”

“It's the first time I got dumped in my life. I think the one thing I would point to as a primary reason, basically, is that I was a gigantic ass.”

Let’s be real here…  He’s being honest.  He’s being honest and people don’t like it.  There must be something wrong with him…  Because you can’t process it?  Ha…  I think he’s made his point.

Men are from Mars…

Is it physically possible that every man through hundreds of years of programming are now genetically designed to be gigantic liars and or cheaters?  Because I’ve got to tell you, I’m really starting to feel that way.  This one is most likely going to be a pretty severe vent, so if you are a member of the aforementioned sex, or are not looking to listen to me rant and rave, you should move to another subject IMMEDIATELY.  Do not hesitate, do not pass go, scroll down to read about caterpillars or drunken nights or trips to the zoo.  *waves*

I wear my heart on my sleeve.  You do not have to end a sentence with “be honest” in order for me to tell you exactly how I feel about a situation.  I know that not all women are wired this way.  And yes, there is a difference between keeping something from someone, and flat out lying to them.  But I have to tell you ladies and gentlemen, BOTH SUCK.

I guess what I am saying is; I am sick and tired of being made to feel like people are not telling me things because of how I will react.  I am consciously getting better at this every single day.  So man the hell up.  And you know what?  If I get angry, did you ever stop to think that maybe you deserve it?

My trust comes easy.  Somebody once explained to me that some people have a trust tank and that some people have a trust line.  With a tank, you don’t trust someone until they have filled the tank and earned it.  With a line, you trust everyone, until they cross that line, and that’s it.  I have a line.  If you did not know this, now you do.

When you continuously lie to me before I’ve even thought about whether or not you are actually sorry for the first thing that you’ve attempted to pull over my eyes and have failed miserable, you are a shitty friend.  Just in case you were wondering.

I can’t even begin to tell you how many people this applies to right now.  Not just the one from today, so don’t think that I’m writing this solely about you.  But Please, MEN EVERYWHERE, MAN UP.  If you don’t want to talk about it, then either you did something wrong, or you have done something wrong in the near past that makes you worried about telling us something that will upset us.  OH!  And when we tell you nothing when you ask us what’s wrong, it’s because you don’t deserve our confidence, or the chance to make us feel better.

*steps off her soap box*

How to stop being a nerd magnet

 

It dawned on me today that I am a nerd magnet.  I decided that I would google how to stop being a nerd magnet.  I did not like what I found.

Stephen T on Yahoo I do believe puts it the best…  “In all honesty here, if guys who do those things are nerds and you do them to it makes you a nerd. You can't play D&D and read anime and then expect to date the captain of the football team. You attract nerds the same reason cheerleaders attract jocks. if you don't want nerds then don't do nerdy things.”

but I definitely prefer Sam C’s answer… “Idk why youre not attracting other kinds of guys. Im athletic and def not nerdy and id love to find a girl that plays video games but doesnt act or dress like a nerd. What im saying is, ur probably not looking in the right place for guys...”

WikiHow gives seven steps on how to stop being viewed as a nerd.  I am providing the ones that apply to me.

‘Be aware of the company around you - that is to say; talk about their interests, not yours.’

‘Don't try too hard.’

‘Accept your individuality.’

‘If you don't listen to popular music, watch television or movies, at least be aware of what's going on in the outside world so you aren't as alienated.’

That one… That last one is going to be the tough one.  I think I’m up on the movies, but that is about it.  Hell…  I didn’t know Brittany Murphy was dead.

So I attract nerds because I am a nerd.  But what happened to the days of cute nerds?  Am I the only one out there?  I’m attractive.  I have confidence.  I have no facial features that resemble any sort of breed of dog, or other animal… Right?

HELP?!

Word of the Week, Round 2!

 

I have successfully found a much better website to obtain my word of the week from.  Caterpillar was not really the direction I was looking to take this, so thank you Carleton College for your database of…  extremely interesting words.

schadenfreude \SHAH-dn-froi-duh\ (noun)

1. Enjoyment obtained from the troubles of others

Example Sentence:

Despite herself, Jane felt a tingle of schadenfreude at her sister-in-law’s recounting of her latest woes.

I think it is safe to say we all know these people.  The question is, when is the last time we have experienced this feeling?

My weekend, how old am I?

So I will start by saying that it's absolutely ridiculous when an almost four year old little girl has more energy than you do. Two of Jayson's sisters came down this weekend with their entourage which includes an infant, a toddler and a husband. It was great to get some family time and to meet Baby Makenna for the first time, but having a four year old attached to you all weekend? Exhausting!

I am not complaining mind you, but after a day at the ranch, I was absolutely whooped and needed to nap. Little kids are absolutely amazing. Ryleigh was so much fun. She absolutely loved feeding the llamas who ate from her hand and we had to feed every "little piggy" (pot bellied gigantic pigs in actuality) that was alone when we drove by. It was a great weekend.

Then last night, I got all dolled up to hit the Blake Hotel and the 10th Annual Bartender's Ball.

I figure that the best way to handle this situation is to start with the before and after... So here it is... Brace yourself.

BEFORE:

And then you have...

AFTER:

Can you say OUCH?! Because I can. No, I do not know how it happened. Yes, it does hurt. Yes, there was too much tequila, bourbon and vodka involved… and now on to the least embarrassing photos of the night.

This is Shelbee.  She was my date.  Cute, right?  Something tells me the two of us are going to continue getting into trouble for the duration of our friendship?

The “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun” ladies from meetup.com.

Us early in the night…

See how they get a bit sloppier?

Yep.  I have nothing to say for myself.

This is so cute on my blackberry, I hate that it’s so freaking dark!  I only wish I knew what happened to my rose!

This was the cause of most of my problems…  Bourbon and vodka down ice sculptures…

  

I do not even want to think about what I would do without the man in this picture.  We have been friends for going on 10 years now and we have our differences but I can always count on him to take care of me and encourage good times.  Thanks Tripp.  :D

And there you have my weekend.  I hope you enjoyed it!  Sorry it took me so long to get up, I wasn’t exactly feeling my best yesterday…

No lists, lower expectations...

I have never been that girl with the list. He doesn't have to be between 5'10" and 6'3" with sandy blonde hair with xyz occupation and the following beliefs. That is not me. I have to have a good time when I am with him, and I have to know that he loves me. That's about it.

Why is that something that's so complicated? Where in the handbook of "Becoming a Man" does it say "once she's yours, you no longer have to try"? Who came up with THAT b.s. lie?

News flash. We need to hear it. We need to hear that you find us attractive. We need to hear that you love us, or that something we've done (whether it be fold your laundry, or how you just had the best sex in your life) made you feel special. THAT is why we do those things. Not because we want to. To make sure you know how we feel about you.

It just dawned on me that in a different home with almost completely different circumstances, my sister is turning into me. The emotional wear your heart on your sleeve, no idea how beautiful you really are teenager that I was which brings me to the person I am today. She is 12. She is a knock out. Long brown hair, pretty eyes, tall, thin... Yet she has no clue...

Now, don't get me wrong... I'm not saying that she should be one of those ANNOYING BRATS who thinks that their poop doesn't stink. But she needs to know that she's special. She needs to know that she's pretty, and smart and talented. I need to do a better job of making her feel that way, and so does everyone else.

Now let's talk about expectations. For those of you who don't know, I have obsessive compulsive disorder that manifests itself in counting. This is my coping mechanism. But essentially, I have ridiculously high expectations of myself, and being the bleeding heart person that I am, I unfortunately have high expectations of others. The expectations of myself are fine. It makes me who I am. The hard working over achiever who is extremely successful for not having a degree at the age of 24.

It is my expectations of other people that is slowly killing me inside. This is what I must learn how to not deal with. The higher your expectations? The more you are disappointed. This is what I am learning. So how do I have lower expectations of other people? Especially issues that do not even directly involve me? What do I care if XYZ isn't doing their job properly and nothing is being done about it? Why should that eat me up and piss me off? You're right... It shouldn't. But it does.

So I am 24. On top of deciding that I need to be a healthier me... work out, floss, drink fluids regularly... I need to learn how to better my relationships with other by not being so disappointed in their failures that may not even be considered a failure in their eyes.

My in laws are in town tomorrow. Expect quite from me most of the weekend. Look forward to some pictures of the Bartender's Ball early next week.

Word of the Week

I have zero e-mails in my work inbox. HURRAY for me. Why is that such a big deal?

Me: "Rusty, how many e-mails do you have in your inbox?"
Rusty: "346."

And THAT sports fans, is why it is such a big deal. So in boredom, I decided that I would do something on my blog like word of the day. The fact of the matter is, I will never remember to write about a word of the day on Saturday, or Sunday, or any day where I'm not bored out of my mind. And thus the word of the week has just been created.

Where does this week's word of the week come from, you ask? Allwords.com and I've got to tell you... it's a good one.

"Caterpillar"

That's right ladies and ... Tripp, the word of the week is caterpillar.

"Definition--the larva of a butterfly or moth, which has a segmented worm-like body and is often hairy or conspicuously patterned.

Discussion--Caterpillars come in many forms. Some are hairy, such as the woolly bear caterpillar of the Isabella tiger moth, that many believe can predict the length of the coming winter. Others, such as the caterpillars of large night-flying moths like the luna moth and Cecropia moth, are smooth and green. Many caterpillars have protective devices such as sharp spines that secrete an irratating substance or odor. Still, caterpillars are devoured by birds and the remaining caterpillars are voracious eaters that devour foliage.

Caterpillars have silk glands that open into a mouth part called the spinneret. The caterpillar exudes a silk strand continuously as it moves along. Many caterpillars use the thread to build a cocoon in which to pupate. Most molt their skin (to accommodate growth) five or six times before pupation.

In recent times, caterpillar or caterpillar tread has taken on a mechanical meaning that of the circular tracks, passing over a number of wheels, on which tanks, tractors, and other vehicles intended for rough terrain run."

Does anyone else feel smarter?

Stay tuned for next week's "Word of the Week" and look for more random posts as I continue to find more hobbies, which I clearly need!

Drama, Relationships and Illness

I would first like to start of by saying that I have never been as sick in my entire life as I continually seem to be in the past six months. I have had two infections, a strained back, two colds and now this whatever thing that is going on with my tummy. What is the deal?!

I'm currently doing everything I can to get over being sick all the time. Eating right, drinking TONS of water, a bit of OJ etc... Prayers appreciated if you're in to that sort of thing!

Relationships... Men are flipping ridiculous sometimes. I am not saying that I, or we as a gender are perfect, but come ON. Use your brain. Got an e-mail from a new friend this morning that just found out her boyfriend had been cheating on her in a ridiculous fashion. Really? It never occurred to him that "hey, maybe this is a bad idea" or "hey, I could break up with her if this is going to continue"... Men, why do you continue to lie? Especially once you've been caught?

A little bit about what happened to me yesterday without throwing anybody under the bus. Complete disclosure. This is what we had agreed on. So when I found out, and asked you why you lied, you started making excuses about why you lied to your family as opposed to why you didn't TELL ME when we agreed that we would tell each other everything. Are you joking me?

Yeah, so that's my venting. I hope that you all had a great Valentine's Day. If you didn't, and you'd like to vent, I'm more than opening to listen... especially given that I spent most of mine curled up in a ball on the bathroom floor in excruciating pain.

There you have it.

Ladie's Night(s)

Wednesday night I went to the Wine Loft on South Blvd. to hang out with some ladies that I had never met before. I had a pretty decent time. We're doing something in March at Howl at the Moon as well as Crave. I've never been to either so I'm pretty excited.

Then there was Friday night... oooh Friday.

Party at Blackfinn. Free appetizers, $4 mixed drinks... Complete strangers. Let me elaborate.

I showed up at 8:30. I was the only one from my group who was there. Sat down with three complete strangers (female, Kristen [sp?] pictured below) and began to have a blast (once I stepped out of my comfort zone, which for some of you may find hard to believe, actually takes a bit).


After my time at the completely random table, I went to socialize with my group where I met some great ladies. We all headed to Buckhead to dance and continue our night of bonding and drinking.


Long story short, I had a great week and met some amazing women! Am actually going to not be such a tight wad and am buying my ticket to the Bartender's Ball today.

Hope to see everyone there!

Introduction

So as I am sure you can all tell from the title of my blog, that my "fairy tale" hasn't lived up to the expectations lately.

A little about me. I will have been married for three years this upcoming May. Out of the past 2 years and 9 months, I have spent at least 9 months (more than one occasion) separated from said husband.

I'm in a constant struggle to keep up with school given that I work (on a good week) 45 hours a week, not including the time spent at home with the blackberry glued to my hands.

98% of my family is 750 miles away; there goes my support system...

Oh, and in the three years I've spent in Charlotte, I've managed to create... oh... zero(?!) lasting friendships.

And now we get to the blog. I have decided that the only person able to change things is me. So that's what I'm doing. Going out to countless female related meetups in an effort to create lasting friendships, dealing with the ups and downs of my marriage, all while trying to maintain a 3.5 GPA and not drive myself crazy in the confines of my cubicle.

Welcome to my life.