My brains probably look like a bowl of oatmeal.

Sometimes I really hate my job, and it's never the regular stuff that I'm doing, it's the extra stuff that stressed me out.

This week was Open Enrollment for our company, so despite my best efforts to get ahead of the game, I am just a peon and the work waited and waited until Friday afternoon. I would have liked to have everything done by Friday afternoon, but whatever. So when I hurt my foot last Thursday and went to the doctor Friday morning, calling out sick was not an option for me. My boss wanted it to be one, but I saw the reality of the situation. I wouldn't be able to walk much but I couldn't sit at home knowing that two people would be trying to piece together 172 notebooks. So from my crutches and my leather conference room seats (one for my foot and one for my derriere) I became supervisor, or overlord as I prefer it. I told them where the forms should go and made sure that no one messed anything up. I stayed an hour late too but Boss lady finally had her way and sent me home. I insisted that I was fine, my foot wasn't even bothering me, but she insisted that since all the covers were in the binders I would just get in the way (gee...thanks).

Monday night (sans crutches because really, it wasn't a big deal) I stayed until 7:00 p.m. stuffing the rest of the notebooks (or rather, putting in all the paper we didn't have on Monday.) This is my second year with Open Enrollment, I knew that no matter what typos would arise, document shortages would occur, and as we like to call them - step children (by definition, those notebooks that are missing sheets of information because either the broker didn't send enough or we ran out of the type of paper the information was printed on) would happen. Exciting, thrilling, exhilarating huh?

The meetings began Tuesday morning. My job was to bring the envelopes for each employee signed up for the meeting, set up chairs, place a notebook in each chair, take attendance and then learn the most I could about the benefits being offered this year. Easy enough. In the first class a woman noticed a typo. That's great, so Boss lady being a perfectionist (not a bad thing but out of 172 notebooks maybe 5 people would have noticed that) we printed off more, quickly tore out old sheets and put in new ones before the afternoon meeting and then I got the lovely job of walking around to the people in the morning class delivering the new sheet. No one noticed anything different and everyone had smart-a remarks which I tried to appreciate rather than roll my eyes. Because you know, we should laugh when things happen rather than waste the energy of annoyance.

Dang-it...that revelation just a millisecond ago is really going to detract from the venting. I hate when good and pure thoughts enter my mind in the middle of a rant.

Ugh...so the next morning another typo was found, a far bigger one than the one on Tuesday. We corrected it and changed it in the notebooks for the afternoon but nothing was said about my making a trip to each and every employee that had been in the first three meetings, and I didn't bring it up. The odd thing is, I'm in Human Resources but I really don't like people all that much. I like the people who I interact with on a more regular basis, but suddenly interacting with 40 employees that I don't always talk to is not my favorite thing and I usually walked away from each interaction rolling my eyes (at myself, not necessary at them).

Pointed out in the last meeting was a smaller typo on the sheet that first had a typo. We still haven't told Boss Lady about that. Boss lady is taking a day off today...good idea.

So we have two employees that don't work in Virginia and we have 4 employees who are sick or on short term disability so we needed to mail their information to them. I won't even get into the intricacies of that pain in the butt, but I had the packets almost ready to seal and send when I got the envelopes with postage on them so that the people could send their information back to us, one person had come in to the office so I had given the receptionist seven envelopes to meter and now I only needed 6. I called her to see if she had already done it and when I found out she hadn't I told her to just meter 6 not 7. She brought back the 7 and had done it correctly (only 6 metered). I started to put the envelopes into the packets and seal them. When I got to the last one I saw that I had one envelope left and it was metered. I wondered if 7 had gotten postage or if 6 had and one of the 5 sealed packets behind me contained the rogue envelope. I shut down at that point, I didn't move, I just stared at the packet in front of me. Finally I decided that I thought I knew which one had it and if I was right then I could just get a new shipping packet, print a new label, and do it right. I cut it open, pulled out the envelope and my heart dropped to see that it was metered.

I taped it back up, hoping UPS wouldn't say anything about it. I turned the packet over and shook it just to make sure that in the rough delivery process it wouldn't come out....at least not easily. I cut off a smaller amount on the top of the next one, metered envelope, I grabbed the envelope on the opposite end of my pile and it had a metered envelope. It was the next one I found the blank envelope in (yes, I kicked myself because I could have cut open 3 rather than 4). I have now sent them off to their respective places and hope that by this time next year I'm either in a new career or have an assistant because my patience can't take that kind of stuff again.

Before the meetings were even over I was scheduling 401k meetings (that's special and new for this year because we are changing our provider and don't yet have the information, so in two weeks I get to do this again). I have people's paperwork to organize and record but the spreadsheet doesn't make any sense and I'm trying to keep track of the Angel Tree. I just don't want to be here today.

I know in retrospect and to the outside reader it probably doesn't look like much, but this is the kind of work that leaves your brain feeling like mush by the end of the week, and my brain feels like mush. I still have to go to the courthouse today to become a Notary Public (p.s. I don't even want to be one). Anyway, that's my story. I could share with you basketball last night (yes I played and no I'm not crippled today) but it's probably more boring than this post...though it does involve boys, one of my favorite topics, so maybe if I'm still bored this afternoon I'll write a post about it.

The Perilous Times In Which We Live But the Reasons to be Optimistic

A lot has been going on in the world since election day and I haven't even been paying much attention to the news surrounding Barack Obama or Sarah Palin's wardrobe. That news is of no concern to me. Things that are getting my attention are things that are in fact being somewhat ignored (though not completely) by the news. The country (or rather the media) trains it's eyes on Washington and President Elect Barack Obama, while turning it's back on California and Proposition 8.

This site has a large collection of news articles, some of which never showed up on the MSN.com homepage or a news feed that I have on my computer.

Michelle Malkin is a blog that I have recently come to have a lot of respect for, this is an entry she had concerning "the insane rage" as she called it, of the gay rights protest after Election Day.

The saddest part to me is that rather than reporting the news the media seems to report what they want us to see. They are like magicians in that respect. Most of my information comes from other blogs and Internet news, which doesn't have a guarantee attached to it, but if you see it from my view neither does the regular news. To not tell the truth, even if it is just to stay silent, is to me a lie. To pretend it isn't happening, is a lie and a disservice to the American people.

Here are several articles and blogs that I have read lately.

http://www.suntimes.com/news/nation/1283903,gay-marriage-mormons111708.article
LDS churches being vandalised

Burning of the Book of Mormon in front of an LDS chapel.

Investigators found no signs of forced entry, and authorities don't believe the case is a hate crime. That would be because according to the article the fire was in the front doors of the Temple, how can there be forced entry when it is at the doorsteps? When the Ku Klux Klan burned crosses on or near someones home there was no forced entry either, but does that change that it was an intimidation tactic? Does it change that it was a hate crime? No. But it was not considered a hate crime because the term "hate crime" didn't enter our vernacular until the 1980's as reported by fbi.gov. Also on that same site it states, "Crimes of hatred and prejudice-from lynchings to cross burnings to vandalism of synagogues". Almost 3 decades hasn't helped the term to evolve in the people's minds to it's true definition.

"A hate crime , also known as a bias crime, is a criminal offense committed against a person, property, or society which is motivated, in whole or in part, by the offender's bias against a race, religion, disability, sexual orientation, or ethnicity/national origin."

So I suppose when it comes to two protected classes the lawmakers must decide who is really to blame, and right now they are disappointing me in their obvious favoritism despite the cold, hard evidence of hate crimes being performed.

Mormons are not the only ones under attack. According to this article, "analysts report that the marriage measures would not have passed without black voter support - seven in 10 black voters supported the ballot initiative." Hmm...another protected class - let the barbarianism begin, or should I say continue? This article/blog reports that at a protest a gay black man was accosted by the white protesters simply on the basis that he was black. He writes, "This was stupid for them to single us out because we were carrying those blue NO ON PROP 8 signs! I pointed that out and the one of the older men said it didn't matter because "most black people hated gays" and he was "wrong" to think we had compassion. That was the most insulting thing I had ever heard."

But I've digressed, not to sound like the attack on the African American community isn't important to me, because I feel it is important, it's not right for this hatred to spill over on to anyone just for standing up for what they believe is right.

Members of the church even seem to be pitted against each other. Some disagree with voting Yes on Prop 8 despite The Family: A Proclamation to the World and it's first lines being "We, the First Presidency and the Council of the Twelve Apostles of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, solemnly proclaim that marriage between a man and a woman is ordained of God..." 1995 that was released and not just to members of the church but to the world.


Less than halfway through this video I found that I was openly crying, yet, I couldn't stop watching. It's like a car accident in that respect, you tell yourself you won't look but you can't help yourself. I kept crying through about 3 minutes of it and near the end I thought, "No unhallowed hand can stop the work from progressing." I don't have the whole quote memorized so I took the liberty of looking it up. Here it is in it's entirety.

“The Standard of Truth has been erected. No unhallowed hand can stop the work from progressing. Persecutions may rage, mobs may combine, armies may assemble, calumny may defame. But the truth of God will go forth boldly, nobly, and dependent till it has penetrated every continent, visited every clime, swept every country, and sounded in every ear, until the purposes of God shall be accomplished and the Great Jehovah will say, ‘The work is done.'” (History of the church)

Those words brought me great hope in a moment of complete despair. One thing I have always treasured has been the gospel of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints and it has always upset me when I have heard, seen, or read about the church being under attack. I find the actions of the small percent of rebelling gay rights activist disturbing and barbaric and completely working against their cause.

Attorney Brad Dacus, president of the Pacific Justice Institute, said in a prepared statement he believes the ongoing vandalism and protests will backfire. “Californians are among the most tolerant people in the world,” said Dacus. “They are also not stupid, and they deliberately rejected forced acceptance of gay marriage, while leaving in place domestic partnerships and a host of other special rights based for homosexuals. The hatred and intimidation we are seeing right now from gay activists could set their movement back years. If anything, they are convincing a lot of Californians that we did the right thing by not caving in to their demands.”

This article from Catholic.Org is pretty detailed, including the account of the Hispanic women who were beaten by the crowd for removing the hateful signs from the Temple grounds. The women are not even LDS and yet they took a beating from the mob to remove these signs that they didn't feel should be placed there.

And now the state of California is investigating the aid given by the church towards the gay marriage ban. Read the article here.

"They tolerate everything that's bad, and they're intolerant of everything that's good. Religious freedom is going to go down the drain, too. I've never seen it worse than this, where the Constitution literally is hanging by a thread." (Senator Orrin Hatch)

I believe we live in a time when we need to take a stand for what we believe in. I know of many people who say, "I don't agree with what they are doing, but who are we to deny them the right to marriage?" Who are they to deny me the constitutional right of my vote meaning something in a democratic nation?

Those fence sitters who don't agree with gay marriage will allow it to happen because they feel ashamed for "denying" them the rights of marriage. Shame is a funny thing, it's like air in a way, if there is an object in a room full of air the air is displaced because air and that object can't exist in the exact same space. If one party refuses to own up to the shame they have they must put it on someone else. It's a tricky thing, it happened with the sexual revolution. The shame was once on the loose girl, now it is on chaste one. The girl who has sexual hang-ups or is waiting for marriage is considered a prude, is made to feel ashamed of their decision, made to feel like something is wrong with them if they are still a virgin. I'm not going to ever feel ashamed of supporting Proposition 8 (though they didn't vote on it in Virginia I was still in support of). Though "persecutions may rage, mobs may combine, armies may assemble, calumny may defame" I will stand strong for what I believe in.

I've given up a lot of things because of the silent majority. Why they must feel ashamed simply on the basis that many others believe the same way is beyond me. There should be hope, comfort, and safety in numbers. Rather there is shame and guilt. "Why not let them have this one thing?" Brings to mind the Edmund Burke quote “The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing.”

If something goes against what you believe then I feel that you are held to defend it! We have become too complacent in our lives, we give up the things we believe in too easily. Not this blogger, I will not give up my beliefs (which include but are not limited to that marriage is ordained of God and is between a man and woman.) To allow gay marriage is to trample on a scared ordinance from God, any Christian should be appalled at the thought of offending their God, they let their fear of men guide their actions and fear is the arch Nemesis of faith.

In Doctrine and Covenants 3:6-8 it says, "And behold, how oft you have transgressed the commandments and the laws of God, and have gone on in the persuasions of men. For, behold, you should not have feared man more than God. Although men set at naught the counsels of God, and despise his words--yet, you should have been faithful; and he would have extended his arm and supported you against all the fiery darts of the adversary; and he would have been with you in every time of trouble."

These words were said to the Prophet Joseph Smith, but I think they are applicable to us. We must never fear man more than we fear God. What can man do to us that could exceed what God can do for us? Being faithful and righteous doesn't mean that everything will always work in our favor, it doesn't mean that life will be easy, in some cases it will be more difficult. And having life being difficult or being considered intolerant of others seem to be the worst things people could think of. "No man can serve two masters: for either he will hate the one, and love the other; or else he will hold to the one, and despise the other. Ye cannot serve God and mammon." You can't serve the world at the same time that you serve the Lord. Choose you this day whom ye will serve.

Who is to say that we will not find ourselves in times similar to those of Captain Moroni when he rent his coat and made the Title of Liberty? "In memory of our God, our religion, and freedom, and our peace, our wives, and our children" (vs. 12).

Alma 48:17, "Yea, verily, verily I say until you, if all men had been and were, and ever would be, like unto Moroni, behold, the very powers of hell would have been shaken forever; yea, the devil would never have power over the hearts of the children of men." I think that it is time for more Captain Moroni's.

I'm not going to ever forget the persecutions, the murders, the mobs, and the hatred that the early church went through, I don't have to have pioneer ancestors to appreciate the sacrifices by countless people who had no examples of past heroics, no history to draw on for comfort, just their faith to guide them through. They did all of it because they believed that it was right, they did it so that I could have the gospel. They are amazing examples to me of standing up for what you believe, even in the face of fear, beatings, and for some, death. I don't know if it will be expected of me to do anything similar to what they had to do, but if it is I'm willing to do it.

Boyd K. Packer said of our children, "They will see many events transpire in the course of their lifetime. Some of these shall tax their courage and extend their faith. But if they seek prayerfully for help and guidance, they shall be given power over adverse things. Such trials shall not be permitted to stand in the way of their progress, but instead shall act as stepping-stones to greater knowledge...We must not ignore Moroni’s words when he saw our day and said, “Ye [must] awake to a sense of your awful situation” (Ether 8:24)." And finally when he said, "I do not fear the future." Despite everything that is happening, I find that I do not fear the future, and I'm indeed grateful for that.

Chivalry is Not Dead

It's just changed.

Last night was my "meeting" with NTR, which really I don't know if we ever talked about what he wanted to talk about. I went to play basketball and we played for two hours and then afterwards we talked, but I'll just go ahead and get into the story rather than giving you the summary.


Basketball went pretty well, I have to say I played really well. I'm a little proud of myself today for how hard I played and how well I played. Even the boys were saying that I was playing really well. Just have to throw that in there since usually I am sucking it up. In the first game we played I went to move to the left and my right foot did something funny and I heard a crackling sound. I had trouble moving my foot at first but I walked it off and then went back to play several more games. My foot slowly began to stiffen after we were done playing and then this morning I could barely stand on it. I went to Patient First and got an X-ray and crutches. It's not broken, it's really no big deal, but I didn't want any of you who will see me this weekend to be surprised by the sight of me on crutches.


Okay, back to NTR. After we finished playing the boys decided that they wanted to go to Wal-Mart and get Limeades, apparently it is tradition though I think they have only gone once. So, having carpooled, I went along for the ride. But we were waiting outside of the church building until everyone is ready to go. NTR starts to tell me that it could never work out between us because I could beat him up. Oh darn...I think to myself. Then he says that he wouldn't want a girlfriend that could beat him up. Then he kept going saying he really wouldn't want a girlfriend that he was afraid of. Again - oh darn (sarcastic). So then he tries to explain his "You don't act like a girl" comment and dug himself deeper in the hole. He started to tell me that it was just that he could easily talk to me, and he can't easily talk to girls (not my problem) and that he felt like I was the kind of person he could go to and talk about his girl problems. I looked him right in the eye and said, "No you can't, cause I don't care about your girl problems." Why would I care about a guy's girl problems? Do they care about my guy problems? No. I'm through with being the buddy with people, even when it's guys I have absolutely no interest in, I refuse to be the sounding board for pathetic girl problems that they don't really want advice on because if they did they would take the advice. So you know what? The factory closed down, advice and sympathy are no longer in production. So I tell them I have to go to the bathroom and I'll be going to the ladies bathroom.

Einstein (the smartest kid I know and the guy who drives me to basketball each week) had been telling NTR to stop digging himself in a hole. When I came back outside NTR was giving Einstein a choke hold hug and Einstein was telling him to let go. Then NTR gets all up in my face (literally, I'm not even just trying to talk like, "he was all up in my grill" kind of talk, he really was all up in my face) and he's talking to me about who knows what and Einstein walks over to the car and opens my door. I thank him and get in the car. Einstein is telling NTR that we aren't going to wait around for the others, we'll meet them at Wal-Mart. NTR gets up in my doorway and is talking to Einstein and kind of ticking him off and I interrupt to say something and NTR says, "Don't interrupt the men are talking." To which I gave him the silent treatment and Einstein told him we were really leaving. I could tell it upset Einstein and it bothered me a little, but not a whole lot....though I'm thinking it should have. NTR says goodbye to the others in the car and tries to say goodbye to me but he's getting the silent treatment so he closes the door but the only way NTR knows how to close doors is by slamming them. He wasn't angry, he's just like a little boy who is too strong for his own good.

So we go over to Wal-Mart and go stand by the limeade waiting for the others. Then we can hear NTR before we see anyone and Einstein looks at me and apologizes that we are about to have another NTR encounter.

I survive it and Little Brother (just the most adorable, wonderful person I know, but he's younger, shorter, and a bit too weird for me) offers to buy me a limeade because I didn't bring money with me. Then we're walking up to the register as a large group but with many different little conversations going on and Einstein is next to Little Brother and I know that they are talking about what happened in the parking lot. So when it's just me and Little Brother he turns to me and he asks me if I was okay. I got a little choked up because I always do when someone sincerely asks me if I'm okay. I did the tough girl routine that I always do (and need to get rid of) and waved it off saying it didn't bother me that much and Little Brother said, "It bothers me." Which, to me is one of the sweetest things a guy can say. It did begin to bother me after that, because I shouldn't be spoken to that way, even in joking. It meant a lot to me that these guys had an understanding of that because I feel like a lot of the times we write off the boys as less than they are. I know my old roommate does that. These are fantastic guys that are around us, really fantastic guys.

Oh and I didn't even mention that after the last basketball game I went into the kitchen to get paper towels and clean off my leg because it was bleeding pretty badly and TDH jr. came in to see if I was okay, he saw the blood and wanted to make sure I was okay. Just love me. I mean, I did the stupid tough girl thing and said I was okay (which I was, it was no big deal) but I should have been more like, "Oh, could you come and help me?" But I just don't think that quickly.

Point being, these guys care more than they are given credit for and I think any girl would be lucky to have any one of them and I'm sick and tired of girls who keep saying that these boys are less than the amazing guys that they are. That they act stupid, treat girls badly, and such, just because they don't ask you out doesn't mean they lack character, in some instances they are better people just for not asking certain girls at church out. But I'm not getting in to that. I'm renewing my advocacy for the male species...there's a lot of hope for them, especially when they are more aware of how I should be treated than I am.

Just wanted to share my tale of chivalry, sans knights and fiery dragons...or even life saving events.

Welcome to my world!

Word of the Day: Doctrinaire - stubbornly insistent on the application of a theory without regard to practicality.

Hey, 5 followers, yea! Granted one of them is actually just me, but 5 is better than 4 so I stay. I just want to thank all of those who have decided to click on the little "Follow this blog" link. Thank you, thank you, thank you. You have been most munificent towards me. The impact you have on my self esteem as well as on my Internet blogging dreams has been incalculable. (Hint, hint to those who read regularly but do not click).

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Which came first the Dictator or the Dictatorship?

I am making my own form of government. Well, at least my own way that work should be run. In the course of coming up with a name for my government I have pondered how Dictatorships came to be. Not the political background, just the word. Was there first the word Dictator so therefore the government they had was called a Dictatorship. Or was there a dictatorship and the person who ruled was called a Dictator? (Have I lost anyone yet? Oh...everyone?? My bad!)

It all began when my cohorts and I went to lunch (this included Boss Lady). I have a format to how I eat lunch - first you eat the food that does not reheat well (i.e. french fries) and lastly you eat the food that makes good leftovers (i.e. chicken fingers). So at lunch Boss Lady assumed that I did not enjoy my chicken fingers because I had not touched them and I had to explain to her my order to things. It is sometimes impossible to finish a full meal when you go out to eat, you never know when your stomach is not stretched and up for the challenge, so you must make every preparation possible. The fries are nasty reheated, so they must always be the first to be consumed.

Having explained that to them I felt compelled to inform them that there are proper ways to eat other foods, such as; Swiss cake rolls, Reese's Peanut Butter cups, Twix bars, Butterfingers, etc. (all of which I no longer eat). Then I informed Boss Lady that should I ever be "forced" to conduct interviews one of my decision making questions would be, "How do you eat a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup?" I think that you can tell a lot about a person by the way they savour their candy.

Since curiosity is probably eating away at you right now here are the proper ways to eat the aforementioned items.

The Swiss Cake Roll

First you peel off the layer of chocolate, then you unroll the Swiss cake roll and either eat it as a sheet or lick off the white creme first - depending on what mood you are in. Once you have finished you begin over at step one.

Reese's Peanut Butter Cup - First you nibble off the perfect little chocolate edges, then you peel the top chocolate layer and savor. If you're truly talented you then peel off the thin bottom layer, if you're not that talented don't sweat it. Once the chocolate has been removed stick the remaining peanut butter disc of perfection into your mouth and let sit for a few seconds before chewing.

The Twix Bar

First (as is customary with chocolate confections) you nibble off as much chocolate as you can. Then you consume the caramel (sometimes using your teeth to scrape it off the cookie delight remaining.) One all chocolate and caramel has been removed you stick the remaining cookie core in your mouth and bite in quick succession slowly pushing the cookie forward until it is completely disintegrated inside your mouth. Chew and enjoy.

The Butterfinger

This one is easy and probably has less mess. You pick off all the chocolate with your teeth and then you eat the peanut butter bar. However, die hard Butterfinger consumers pick the peanut butter bar into flakes (with their teeth, fingers get too messy). Thus savoring the $.88 bar for as long as possible.

Any questions?

The Boys Are Back In Town.

It is no secret now that I am an anti-feminist . What this is essentially, is a person who feels that the feminist movement swung too far on the freedom pendulum. I am all for voting and having rights. Those are good things, I'm glad that I can be in the workplace with other woman and not waste away in my parent's home because no guy has gotten the guts to seek my hand in marriage or whatever the world used to be like. I would have hated to live in the oppressed nature that women were in the past that threw them into fighting for their rights.

There was a time when being a tough woman was necessary. Now I wonder if it's overrated. When did we cross the line of fighting for equality to demeaning the opposite gender?

When did we go from this...To this...
and this...

and this...

And let's not forget this one...
Did the men ever make stickers, wallets, bags, and various other merchandise calling women stupid? Yes, they've done their fair share demoralizing women, I'm not trying to give them a pass. But how the heck is this equality? What favors are we doing for the children of the future? Women who will soon begin to think that boys are dumb and stupid (who actually think 2+2=5) and then if they should love one of them to feel that they themselves are stupid for doing so. Boys, who surveys show already are falling behind in subjects that previously boys had been strong in, buying into the labels that our negatively feminist charged society is feeding them.

My ten year old cousin likes this ryhme, "Girls go to college to get more knowledge, boys go to jupiter to get stupidor." I mean, when I was younger we had, "Girls rule and boys drool." Both sayings can be swapped for the opposite gender, but why are they even being said? Ten year olds believe it, at least they believe that they should believe it.

Rosie the Riveter

The reason we can never truly capture equality among the sexes is because we don't understand the real essence of equality. Men have their strengths (and their weaknesses) and woman are the same, we just have different sets of weaknesses. The human body tells us this. Men tend to have stronger upper bodies, women have the leg muscles of beasts, not sure if you believe me? Challenge a guy and girl to a leg wrestle and see who wins (chances are it will be the girl) and the same with an arm wrestle the champion is most likely to be a boy (there are always exceptions).

Women aren't that much better off than they once were. They are certainly better in the private scene, but to the male dominant world around them they are in fact worse than they were before.

The Path of Least Resistance

Time for a brand new theory, which basically means that it will be unpolished and subject to change because I'm kind of making it up as I go. Not that I don't have observations to help back me up, but the theory itself, well, you know, theories are unproved things anyway so who cares, let's jump in.

Today's brand spanking new theory is The Path of Least Resistance. What is that? You may ask. Well for $2.99 I'll tell you. Just kidding I'll tell you for free ninety nine!

I have noticed, and not that often because the opportunity doesn't present itself too much in my surroundings, but I have noticed that some guys will get together with their ex-girlfriends if for no other reason than it's the easiest thing to do. Therefore it is my theory of the path of least resistance. Why do you go back to an old girlfriend? Because you don't have to work as hard, they already know you, therefore you don't have to go through all of that again. You can just pick up where you left off instead of going through the agonizing beginnings of dating uncertainty.

For example, there was a guy at church (let's call him B2...oh, yeah, that's because we already call him that). He liked my roommate, (sorry to roommate who might get pissed at me for the mention of all of this and I could be off on details anyway, but since this is just opinion then bare with me). It was obvious that he liked my roommate, and he totally got jealous when she hung out with other guys but there was a disconnect somewhere. To the outside eye it would seem that he should just start dating her, because if you like someone then why not right? But I am girl and will never, no matter how hard I try, be able to comprehend a man's reasoning or thought process. Just so you know, they didn't get together, which is okay because she's got someone of maybe not a higher caliber, but of a different caliber. And B2 you ask? Yeah, he's back with the ex-girlfriend that he said he would never date again. One has to ponder...why? The only thing I can come up with is that she was the path of least resistance, how hard is it to get something you already had unless you burned bridges? Then it's dang hard. But if you remained friends after the break-up then it's all left open, it could happen again, even if the guy says, "never again".

Actually, the path of least resistance doesn't only apply to guys getting back together with exgirlfriends (It isn't even limited to guys, but girls have been known to do the same thing). There are also fresh relationships and hookups that fall under the least resistance umbrella. For example: Babyface and Sour Grapes at work. My friend told me that he was trying to get Babyface and this one girl (Sour Grapes McGee) to go out. My initial reaction was, "really? her?" You see, I couldn't picture the two of them together for several reasons. First being that Babyface is an awesome guy and Sour Grapes well, let's just take in to account that I have given her the name of Sour Grapes. I'm always nice to her, I have no reason not to be, however she bugs me. Not only is she incredibly self absorbed but - oh wait, I think everything traces back to being self absorbed. She's always complaining, and I know that lately I seem to be doing that, but it's one thing to have an off day here or there, it's another to just come to expect it from certain people. Babyface doesn't need a complainer like her and frankly, she's too young to be the type of complainer she is. I feel like telling her that if she thinks it's this bad now wait until she gets older. Chronic complainers rarely ever see the light at the end of the tunnel until it's the light, if know what I mean. It's not that they have rotten lives, in fact some of them have great lives, but unfortunately can't recognize that. (Kind of like my sister-in-law but I won't get in that right now).

In addition to that from what I know Babyface can't stand the girl, but she was open and ready for the possibilities, so what did he do? He started to date her. It doesn't make sense to me, and I suppose when things don't make sense to me I have to try and make them make sense. Know what I mean? If not it's okay, I'm sure many people don't know what I mean.

I don't know if I just got off topic or not. It's Monday and I don't want to be here at work, I know that's not a good excuse but it's all I have for now.

Today's word is Caveat: A warning or caution. For example, I have a few caveats about my blog entries.

Can I have yo Number? Can I have it? Can I? Can I have yo number?

So this morning I sign into Facebook and find that NTR has written me a message. I can't just sum it up so I'd better just copy and paste it.

"what's up? How are you today? I like the costume. That is crazy. But I do get it. I get it. Hey you know when we go play ball, and I kinda flirt with you, You do know I'm picking right? Because I don't think it could happen. That would be a really weird....nevermind but I just like picking. Come to think it could ever happen between us. We have entirely too much in common. Hey this is very random, but are we friends?"

When I was reading the "But I do get it. I get it. Hey you know..." part I couldn't help but think of this Mad TV clip I watched the other day.

I may be off, but it's what came to mind for me. I can't help but remember having to go through something similar too this with Puppy Love when he wrote me a message on Myspace. I am two years smarter this time around. So I wrote him back, told him I was doing fine and asked how he was. I told him I didn't follow all of the message (because I didn't) but that it's all cool, don't worry about basketball (my nice way of saying, "you're right") and then I told him that we were friends. Because as awkward as things can get with NTR I do feel like we are friends. But for many reasons it will never be more than that. I just kind of wish a guy I was pining after would break down and send me a semi-awkward message. But that's just not my luck.

They’re/there/their to/two/too, the ups and downs of the English language

I don't mean to be a word snob here I mean, I'm not the best with the English language. However, certain things catch my eye. Such as the improper use of there, they're, and their. That's a pet peeve of mine and it shouldn't be since I can't seem to master punctuation, I throw in random commas, have run on sentences, have incomplete sentences, etc. etc. etc. So by no means am I judging harshly (I'm still judging). I have a lot of sympathy for fellow punctuationally challenged individuals, but not as much for people who can't get the right word.

My sister bugs me a lot with her there/their/they're usage, but I let it slide because she's my sister (not to mention older sister) and I love her. Even the time that she used two different forms in the same sentence, but swapped them (i.e. There coming to pick up they're mail). With the way my brain works I struggle when reading this (I really struggled just writing it) because I read it the way it is meant so "There coming" totally confuses me and "they're mail" I'm reading as "they are mail" which makes no sense. So I have to read it more than once. If she just did this occasionally I wouldn't have a problem because some days I write "right" rather than "write". But she's an habitual offender. But again, she's my sister and I love her, so I let it slide most times. Strangers however are fair game.

At work I deal with a lot of strangers. People calling from companies trying to get references or employment verifications. I received one this morning and I rarely look at the facsimile but for some reason this morning one part seemed to stand out to me. It read, "Department: PERSONAL". What does that mean? Secretly I know that she probably meant to write personnel, since I deal with personnel. But I don't really get personal with the personnel, though some Human Resource professionals do, even then though, we aren't a personal department. I prefer to think that the woman thought that the department I work for within the company should be kept personal, and that's why she choose to use that word. It seems more interesting when she's really just trying to keep all the information a secret rather than admitting to the fact that the woman just made a mistake, or worse, just doesn't know which is the right one in the first place.

I realize that this may open me up for personal criticism but I couldn't help myself, I have a voice and an opinion and sometimes I feel that it needs to be heard.