Corvettes and Handbags make it all okay

So this week I managed to catch the stomach virus of all stomach viruses from my lovely co-workers. Y'all I thought it was the end. I could not even keep water down. The worst part was the next day when I was so dehydrated I felt hung-over and my body felt like my trainer had kicked my butt. Nope. Just recovering from the gift the office keeps giving everyone.

Yesterday I finally made it back to the office. I don't know why I bothered. I do not remember talking to anyone, I have no clue what I actually accomplished and my co-workers are giggling about some of the off the wall crap I said to clients. Great... On the upside dad felt bad that I had to be here sick so he let me drive his new 2014 Stingray Corvette.

 

I felt like a rock star.

 



Today, I feel a little better. I have managed to keep down a Chick-Fil-A biscuit so far. Success! Plus, my new Steve Madden bag arrived so now I have a brown casual bag to replace the one that died. And a couple of old friends that know me like no other have resurfaced.  I am thinking that this means this weekend has to be a good one. I can eat, I have a new bag and old friends? Bring on the weekend.

Creepin' at the Car wash

Remember how I said that my car had been neglected this month? Like there was a whole hay bale in my car? Well, you didn't think I was actually going to clean it myself did you? 

I mean, I will rinse it off and clean it out but this thing basically needed to be sanitized. 

After sitting at the car wash I think maybe I need to be sanitized as well. 

Let me explain... 

I get my car washed at an awesome little spot in town. Love them! The place is fancy, has snacks, an awesome lounge and they make my car look brand new. Every time. Even when there is a bale of hay in the floor mats and enough dog hair to make another whole dog. I told you my car was gross. 

They also have computers and Ipads that you can play with while you wait. Another reason they are cooler than your car wash. The dude next to me is a creeper though. He keeps oogling women on the computer. Seriously. In a public place. Not full nudes but still... 

Ya know... It wouldn't be so creepy if he didn't look up a random female and find the most scantily clad photo to enlarge and then glance around like he is guilty. Ew. 

I would hate to be a model or celebrity and know that this was happening every day in like 456487 different places in the world. Ew. But ya know, the money probably make the creepiness go away. I don't know this guy is pretty gross. I would try to snap a photo, but then I would be the creepy one. 

The hay bale in my car

With this whole moving stuff I have neglected everything. Seriously everything.

I only posted 3 times last week and they were hurried posts. I apologize.

 The sad part is the blog is one of the least neglected parts on my life. 

My house looks like a tornado hit it. There are boxes everywhere, there are cleaning supplies lying here and  there and there are piles of stuff to be donated in every corner. I want to scream. 

My barn... Oh my... the barn. I got a load of bagged shavings in 2 weeks ago. They are still in the aisle. One of the stalls has all of the mats removed. Those are also in the aisle. There is grass growing in the aisle. My horses mane is impossibly long and needs shortened and thinned. I just avoid looking in the barns direction. 

Then you get to my car. You know that new car I swore to clean weekly. Its been 6 weeks. Those 6 weeks have included 2 trips to the farm with dogs and cows. My car is disgusting. 

That is what the pretty baby is supposed to look like. I am pretty sure there is enough hay to make a bale in there now. Plus, the hubby wants to trade it for a truck and it's hard to convince him to let me keep it when it's gross. 

I cannot wait for this long drawn out move to be over. I cannot wait to get my life organized. My OCD is making me stressy and cranky and I am on the verge of a panic attack. Not a fake panic attack. A real deal one. I can feel my body shutting down the way it does before I panic. I am taking more naps, not taking time to do makeup or hair, not caring.... I keep telling myself one more week and it will be over.

 ONE MORE WEEK. 

It Ain't all Peaches and Cream ...

I have heard a lot of you ladies complaining about how a lot of bloggers have seemingly perfect lives and are afraid to get real. I hear ya. Loud and clear. It's ridiculous. Today hubs and I had an argument and I kept thinking well this is ruining my blog mojo. No happy here. Well that's crap. If you don't want to hear a vent turn me off right now, but if you like real stick with me a minute. 

That's what I would LOVE to say to the butthead, but instead it comes out $$%@! Why are you so mean?! And $%@%$@ Stubborn?! I can't stand you today! $#$#!#$#$#!$#%$%$^&*&!!!!!! And then I cry. I hate crying. It makes my head hurt, it makes me snotty (sexy, huh?) and it makes me not wanna eat. It does make my eyes greener. Like Scarlett O'hara emerald green and I love that fiery southern belle. My ex used to make me angry just to see them change colors. I digress.

A woman who knows all about sass and class. 

Any who, the argument tonight was about work. I sent him on a particularly hard assignment. I knew it was going to be a pain but I got all the info I could possibly get to make it easier. I spent an extra 30 minutes setting it up, collecting clues and calling around. I was ready to pull my hair out. By the time I felt confident that I had made it as easy as it was going to be, it was hubs turn. I sent him to downtown Atlanta in rush hour traffic to get a car out of a parking deck. He loves me. Well, as it happens the customer lied. Everything was more difficult. Hubs drove to Atlanta for nothing. 

I texted him to see what he wanted for dinner and got " Don't talk to me." REALLY? I have dealt with pissy people all day, and just wanted snuggle time with him and he is mad? He got in the car and made one snappy comment and I lost it. Like yelling, driving like a maniac professional Nascar driver, lost it. We got home and he realized that he should leave me alone. So he sent my puppy out to greet me. Riley and I sat in the yard (sans leash! And he was good!) and drank a wine cooler before we went in. 

Hubs made me dinner and we are okay now, but I think it's important to remember it is okay to argue! If you never have an argument someone's feelings aren't being heard. It's normal to not have a perfect life. It ain't all peaches and cream. 

Ps- Sorry to all the people on 400 who saw a lot of this....

I was having a moment. That is allowed!

- M