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I Did It!

I broke down and got the camera that I was saving for.  Today, I went and picked up my new baby, my Nikon D3000.  It's beautiful and I love it and I didn't even want to wait to charge the battery before I took some shots.

Here is one of them, but there are many more to come.

I am in love with this camera.

Am I Too Nice?

Today, while I was talking to a co-worker she mentioned that I came up in a conversation she was having with her boyfriend.

“I was talking to Mike and I said that no matter how mad Suz is, she always seems so nice.  Even when I know she can’t stand the person…  I’m so not like that.  It’s obvious when I don’t like someone and I think that’s bad.”

That got me thinking.  Am I too nice?  Do I take too much crap from other people?  I have long been the doormat choosing the “kill them with kindness” route, but then there are those times when I’ve had enough and I let some poor soul have it. This normally happens at the most inopportune times.

Did you ever get so sick of the way that someone treats you that you vow that the next time they piss you off you’re going to let them have it?  Invariably the next “offense” is so minor and you flip out making yourself look like the asshole.  I guess everyone does that, but I seem to do that a lot.  I think because I let things simmer slowly for a long time.  When I finally come to a boil, it’s a nasty i-forgot-to-turn-down-the-heat-and-there-is-milk-in-the-water kind of boil over.  It stinks.

I really do try to turn the other cheek anymore and try and kill them with kindness, but sometimes I think that the person that you’re “killing” ends up thinking you’re an idiot because they’re clearly walking all over you and you’re just taking it and smiling.  I guess that’s when you have to believe in Karma and that the universe will give that person a big old slice of Karma pie someday. 

I really want to be there when some people get slapped in the face with it.  Really.

So, am I too nice?  I guess sometimes I am, but sometimes I’m ridiculously angry for no reason and over-reactive (is that a word?), and whiney.

I guess I’m just human.

When You Have Nothing To Say

How My Day Started AKA I was in the UK?

I started my day out with an email, @DaisyPantalones and a DM from my sister on Twitter.
(Pardon the paraphrasing)
Vee – I’m sorry to contact you at work, but someone has hacked your Gmail account and is impersonating you.
I immediately freak and grab my phone and realize that someone has, indeed, hacked into my Gmail account and sent the most scandalous email. ( The red italics are my commentary.)
Subject: (BRUTAL EXPERIENCE) I NEED YOUR HELP URGENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am writing this mail with tears in my eye. (In the flight over 

I seem to have lost an eye. Horrible accident, I’ll tell you more 

about that in tomorrow’s post.)I thought I could reach out to you 

to help me out. I came out to United Kingdom for a short vacation 

unfortunately I was mugged at the park of the Hotel where I stayed,

all cash,credit card and cell phone ( I would kill for my phone so 

this, you can see, is a serious situation.) were stolen from me but 

luckily for me I still have my passport with me. I've been to the 

embassy and the Police here but they're not helping issues at all 

and my flight leaves in few hour from now but.

I am having problems settling the hotel bills and the hotel manager

 won't let me leave until I settle the bills. (What an asshole. 

He let me use his work computer to send this email though. 

He’s not heartless!)I need your help to loan me some money when

i get back i will refund it back asap.(I pinky swear!)

Thanks
Susannah (my last name is here too, but well…)

Now first of all, the grammar is atrocious.  No one could possibly think it’s me.  (I hope.) 

Second, I don’t have a passport.  You fail, asshole.  Third, I talk to my family EVERY 

day. (Ok, I email almost every day…  Ok, at least once a week.) They know I’m

not overseas. Oh no, you suck again!

With all that said, I’m mortified!  Someone at work told me that they saw this exact

same situation on the news recently.  Some poor sucker fell for it and sent this 

Nigerian individual (yes, he/she was from Nigeria) money. We’re talking thousands

of dollars.  Duh!  They must walk around with a neon “I’m a sucker for everything” 

sign above their head.  Sorry if you’re one of those people that falls for every email. 

You know you’re gullible. This is not news. 

Ok, back to the story.  Not only did this person have the audacity to hack

into MY email account (I’m important, you see….) they have the double 

audacity to correspond with my sister?

“OMG I can’t believe I didn’t tell you about my trip!”  

Really?  Really?  

So, since Gmail is blocked at work, I had to clumsily change my password from

my phone.Then I logged in and realized that this asshat had gone into my settings 

and forwarded my Gmail to this other email address at Yahoo. Now I feel REALLY

violated.  Thank goodness I don’t have any real personal information on that email

account, or any for that matter.  

Thankfully, my sister (being the angel that she is and yes I’m sucking up because

Christmas is coming. No really you’re an angel --Vee) sent the whole thing to Yahoo

reporting it as Fraud and Phishing.

What’s the moral of the story here, kids?  Don’t go on your iPhone when you’re in the 

Philadelphia Airport. Also, don’t get mugged outside of your hotel while visiting the 

UK for a short vacation.  The concierge at the hotel is really a jerk and will hold

you hostage until you bilk your friends and family for money to pay the bill.  

It's the Small Things

I own my car. Yep, I made the last payment today. I half expect to go out tomorrow morning and see a pumpkin where my car once was.
Times up! Thanks for playing!

I AM expecting for things to start going all wonky (yes, that is the technical term.) I am already having problems with the motor for the window on the driver's side, but overall, my little plastic car has been good to me and It's All Mine!

In other news, I bought a new coffee maker tonight.
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Yes, you read that right. I'm the only one in the house trying to change my coffee habit and we needed a new one. Badly.
The only person that could make it behave every time was hubs and he finally lost the battle.
It's beautiful and I can't wait to use it.
For decaf, of course...

(grumble grumble)

Day One of Nothing Valuable to Contribute

Today chewed me up and spit me out like a stale cracker and all I want to do is stare at the wall like I'm in a catatonic state. You could throw a tv in front of me if it makes you feel better, but it doesn't really matter.
Why the melancholy, you ask? Or maybe you didn't, but I don't care. It's my party and I'll whine if I want to.
I'm giving up caffeine. Yep. I said it.
Caffeine and I have a longstanding love affair. I really do love it. I don't care if it has a bad hair day, puts on a few pounds or has spinach in it's teeth. I love it all the same, however it has come to my attention that caffeine does not love me.
It's not good for fertility. It's not good for anxiety. It's not good for any number of things. So, I'm giving it up.

It sucks and I'm tired.