World of War Craft Part II

Dear World of War Craft,

This weekend I created my own character with much resistance. My boyfriend insisted that I at least just try the game. I am one to admit when I am wrong. So, I was wrong. I actually am enjoying your game thus far, although, I cannot see myself playing for 4-12 hours straight, but an hour or two here and there will be more my style.

To my family, friends and colleagues:

• I promise not to dress up like my character (a Paladin, she's adorable), unlike this woman.

• I promise not to speak like I have a retainer in my mouth and proceed to spit on people as I talk.
• I promise not to "damage" people as I walk down the street instead of swearing at them; like I currently do.
  
• I promise to continue to shower daily and keep a clean home.
• I promise I will still continue on with daily life and go to the gym.
  
• I promise I will NOT become a sloth.
• I promise to still go out and have fun with my friends.
  
• I promise to still play pogo weekly to achieve my badges as I do now; Nothing can take the place of Thousand Island Solitaire in my heart.
  
• I promise I will not use that heavy duty geek jargon. (ie. I am going to 4000000 damage you with my priestess hammer and battlestar galactica your ass along with the entire region of Westfall. Every gnome, rogue, dwarf will be ruled by my mignon (who's name is soultaker).

Love,
Karen :)

World of War Craft

Dear World of War Craft,

Please let me have my boyfriend back. I'll even make a deal, you can have him during the week, but I want him on friday evenings, saturdays and sundays. Thank you!

Kind Regards,
Karen

This weekend...I met Commie!

This weekend I accompanied my good friend Bill to a wedding. It was a friend of his from high school and also his neighbor growing up. I should note as well that this was my first ever New Hampshire wedding. Bill, being the single bachelor that he is, was hoping to see some "fly honey's" and possibly meet someone, cause they do say that weddings are great places to meet people. I personally think that is a load of crap. Anyways, I digress....

We get to the chapel in Nashua which is very cute and quaint, would maybe consider getting married there myself, if it wasn't in New Hampshire. As we are sitting there waiting for the ceremony to start, I see a young lady walk in. The first thing about her that catches my eye is that she is wearing a hounds tooth suit (skirt and blazer) with a matching houndstooth purse. Now, you really have to search high and low to find something like that....I mean more matching than the houndstooth. Then I notice the rest of her outfit....white tights and BLACK COMBAT BOOTS!!!! Like really....really....wtf is up with that?!

I jest my friend and say, she is def the one for him. We laugh, it was kinda funny. ALthough, it gets better....after cocktail hour (which cocktail hour should consist of more than cheese and crackers), we make our way into the reception room/area. Who else walks in front of us but combat boot girl, we'll call her Commie for short. I joke with Bill that there goes his new girlfriend....and he responds with..."just you wait, bet you she will be sitting at our table." We get to our table, and Damn It! Bill was right. And I had to sit next to Commie. Granted, she was a very nice person, but really, really....the boots, who wears those boots to a nice wedding. Her boots weren't the only thing that needed to go, but also her blazer. It was okay on her while she was standing up, but after she sat down, it was too small. I know how that feels and I really felt for her, but I also don't think I have ever gone anywhere in which I didn't test out my "outfit" before leaving the house. Regardless, as she sat, her buttons/snaps popped open and I saw flesh....yes, flesh....YUCK! I did say something to her about her button being open, and she thanked me. I know I would def want to know if I had something bad going on with my outfit. I felt bad for teasing Bill about her for a little while cause she truly seemed like a very nice person, but then, I stopped. She began telling jokes about gobblins and medieval stuff....that's where I couldn't help myself anymore.....the name Commie had stuck, and I just had to tell you all about it.

FINALLY!!! They read my mind!

So yesterday I went to the gym, as usual. As I am at the foot of the stairs to go to the second floor, I notice this HUGE board that is as tall as I am (not a big feat). The title of the board was, "PROPER GYM ETIQUETTE." I am not kidding! I think someone has finally read my mind. It had all sorts of stuff on it, like water fountain etiquette (no lips or spit on the fountain discharge), locker room etiquette (no naked people, please), wiping down machines when you are done etiquette (cause I don't want your germs), no sparkly shoe lace etiquette (cause that's just bad)....okay, maybe I lied about that one. But FINALLY!!!!

I do, however, wonder what made them post this in plain sight of everyone. Overall, most people are respectful and know what the deal is, however, I guess there are enough people, like sparkles and the moanin' mama, that called a need for this.

I don't have high hopes for the posting of etiquette, but at least its effort and worth a try. :)

Presidents Day!

Well...it has been a long time since my last post, which just tells you that I have been very busy at work, and have not had a chance to blog.

Why am I the only person of all my friends to be working?! what is up with that? Stupid company...only 8 holidays per year! UGH!!! I'm pissed, I can be at home, studying for my exam, but no, instead, I am here, at work, writing my blog, reading other blogs, and doing stupid contractor shop submittals...like really....really...I need a 3 day weekend like everyone else sometimes too.

I F-in HATE Lazy People.....

Like the overweight, out of shape women that work on the second floor of my office building that REFUSE to take the stairs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WTF!!!! Listen, bitches, I work on the 5th floor...yes, the 5th floor and I walk up those stairs AT LEAST once a day, usually when I first get in. I just don't get it!

I am a creature of habit and of routine. I wake up, go to the gym, shower, get in my car and go to work. I go to the cafeteria to pick up my skim milk to go with my total raisin bran and fiber one medley that I am going to eat at my desk for breakfast. 9 times out of 10, I walk up to the 5th floor from the 1st floor. But that 1 time out of 10 that I take the elevator is because I have tons of bags/stuff with me that I would probably topple backwards and kill myself hiking the stairs. And you know what?! EVERY SINGLE F-IN TIME that I take the elevator there is some lazy ass bitch with her sausage, egg and cheese on a bagel, or with her muffin, that she just got from the cafeteria, and she is taking the elevator to the SECOND FLOOR!!!! Are you kidding me?!!!! There are exactly 27 steps to the second floor, I counted, 27 is not that bad.

Like the woman this morning....I get my skim milk, I take the elevator because I have my lunch box, my purse, my milk, and my backpack with text books so i can study for my exam at work. This woman gets into the crowded elevator that is going 'express' to the 5th floor; everyone in there was going to the 5th, then she was like, "2, please." 2 please?! 2 Please?! are you kidding me? Thankfully there was another woman in the elevator who's lips were faster than mine and blurted out, "You know, you could have taken the stairs for God's sake." She responds with, "I'm not ready for the stairs yet." Lady, its 7:40 a.m!!!! Of course, could i keep my mouth shut? Nope. "Not ready yet? I have already gone to the gym this morning, but yet, you aren't ready yet...." Yup, I'm a mean person, but whatever, she could use to burn a few calories.

I am over weight, but I do my best to burn a few extra calories throughout the day since I have a desk job. I dunno, I just don't get it. Why can't these hens get a clue?!

Gym Attire Part I

WTF is up with people that don't know how to dress for the gym?! Before I explain any further, I want to first say to my Asian friends, I love you all, and I know that this entry is not true for all Asians, just this one idiot in particular (well, maybe a few others, but not many). And Angela, no, you are not white :)

Well, yesterday I was telling my roommate about this other woman at the gym, who clearly does not have a clue. There is this Asian woman, possibly in her mid 30's, can't really tell. She has standard gym attire, dumpy t-shirt and shorts, but then come the shoes. She wears Adidas Shelltops...like really...really, is she trying to take the place of Jam Master Jay in Run DMC?! I mean, sista, c'mon now, you can get a nice pair of saucony's, nike's, or adidas at Modell's for like $30. Does she not realize that when she is trying to run, walk, etc, that she is not getting the right support from her sneaker? I don't get it. But today....today topped it off....She had a pair of "non-workout" sneakers on, maybe sketchers or something with yellow shoelaces that had sparkles in them!!! WTF, is she practicing to play the part of Tinkerbell in some play! UGH!!!!

It gets better....she has this way of stretching and doing weights. She bounces when she stretches....didn't we learn at some point in the 80's that this was bad? Static stretching works best. Also, she does things like kalesthetics, I don't understand, like I said to my roommate, maybe it is part of her wanna-be tai chi routine. I can't say that I am the perfect gym person, and I wouldn't even come close to calling myself a gym rat, but there is common sense at the gym. As I am observing her, I am afraid she is going to pull a muscle, throw out her back, etc. Its the same feeling (melanie will understand this one), when you watch people use the rowing machine at the gym, they are soooo not doing it the right way!!!!! I know I am harsh, but really....why can't people get a clue?!