tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65671009927283183702024-02-08T08:38:08.087-05:00Quarter Life Crisis-Almost 30!So I am 29 and thought I would have had it all figured out by now.....WOW was I wrong! Between, marriage, family, friends, getting knocked up, work, and life the ups and downs are in full effect! This is a journal of all the craziness and happiness I am dealing with.Quarterlifegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08821916120062906759noreply@blogger.comBlogger211125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6567100992728318370.post-56553257744285475362011-04-05T10:31:00.001-04:002011-04-05T10:44:19.515-04:00Vegas..Vegas blew big balls...I know, I know it should have been fun but work kept us locked up from 7am to like 9pm at night so I barely saw the sun and since I am carrying my husbands spawn I couldn't even enjoy the night life. <br /><br />Only good thing that happened is a club promoter approached my friend and I am wanted to comp us in and some drinks. It felt great to be approached considering I feel like a bloated, pregnant loser, LOL.<br /><br />Yeah that was the only thing good about the week....Quarterlifegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08821916120062906759noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6567100992728318370.post-77330945023293499602011-03-27T11:06:00.001-04:002011-03-27T11:09:13.483-04:00Vegas + Work = CrapSo I am going to Vegas for a week for work....now before you get all excited please remember two things.<br /><br />1. It is for work so we will be in conference rooms all day and night<br />2. I am pregnant..<br /><br />So this trip is going to suck balls and basically I cannot do anything sinful in Sin city and will have a 3 hour jet lag. <br /><br />Sorry to be a pain and so whiney but to go to Vegas under these circumstances is just plain cruel. I have gone before for a bachelorette party and that is how you do Vegas.Quarterlifegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08821916120062906759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6567100992728318370.post-61525202969094218912011-03-18T11:24:00.003-04:002011-03-18T11:32:37.895-04:00My review..The dreaded annual review at work. The only good thing is my numbers rocked this year and I was lucky to have my old boss (he was recently laid off, I survived thank god) and he wrote me the most amazing review. I seriously wanted to cry and cannot believe he is gone. He hired me and seriously was the best BOSS ever. Nobody ever had a bad word to say about this guy EVER! <br /><br />I have been seriously spoiled with bosses since I have had "big girl" jobs from graduate school so it is no surprise I am getting what I deserve now. My new boss is the epitome of DOUCHE BAG! Micromanaging, negative, crazy, ocd asshole. I literally was like " I might half to quit" even in this economy and a new house. Well then I found out I was carrying the spawn of my husband and can't do much. I need the paid time off after I have the kid and also money saved for daycare. So I will have to swallow my pride and deal with this crackpot till the end of the year. Plus, pregnant stripper is never hot, LOL.<br /><br />I guess I should look at the postive I am sure there will be GREAT stories for my blog. <br /><br />As for being preggo here are my stats<br /><br />Weight: gained one pound but that is do to cupcakes and candy than the baby<br />Boobs: GETTING MASSIVE and I am loving it<br /><br />Feeling good though :-)Quarterlifegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08821916120062906759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6567100992728318370.post-40045504619846789192011-03-14T21:15:00.003-04:002011-03-14T21:20:04.641-04:00Bummed out and...Today I am bummed...work has me bummed. See I work in pharmaceutical sales and this last year I have worked really hard to try and get to the top of the pack. Well every year at the end the company sends the top eight people to Haiwaii and lavish them with gifts and respect...guess where I landed. <br /><br />NUMBER 9!!!!! <br /><br />Yup you heard it right this loser landed right outside the pack. No glory no trips and because I am knocked up no wine to drown my misery. I am totally a drown my sorrows kind of girl but can't so I am officially bummed. <br /><br />That is all for tonightQuarterlifegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08821916120062906759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6567100992728318370.post-34567028031909066682011-03-12T14:08:00.004-05:002011-03-12T14:20:32.845-05:00seriously jealous...So I am super excited to be preggo and besides the awful morning sickness I feel ready for this part of my life but today is the first time I feel jealous. <br /><br />We all know from this blog I work very hard but I also play hard. I have always been a partier and love a good time and a good drink. So far I have been ok with forgoing the wine and my smokes (quit cold turnkey) but today is the annual Saint Patty's day parade and every year we have a tradition to go early and it is the only day I actually drink really early like 9am early. We do kegs and eggs...and the day usually becomes a big tailgating, bar hopping, crazy fun day. Well obviously I don't drink while preggo but the hubster still went and I am home with my thumb up my ass, since most of my friends are going as well. My mother is coming over later and I already went and ran some errands, but damn I wish I had a green tounge, and crazy people around me shouting and being nuts when the parade goes by. <br /><br />I am sure this wont be the last time I am feeling the sting of jealousy but for today it is the first and I am going to try to not stew in it!Quarterlifegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08821916120062906759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6567100992728318370.post-8323221648736525942011-03-10T11:50:00.002-05:002011-03-10T11:57:11.882-05:00HOLY SHITSo.....guess what? You will never guess!? I am KNOCKED THE FUCK UP! I am carrying S's spawn and excited. It was definately planned so no crying for this girl like some of my poor friends (aka negative nelly had an IUD and never really wanted kids but poof she has a 8 month old, LOL). <br /><br />The only thing that sucked was I found out two days before our mexican vacation so no effing margaritas or ciggerettes for me. I have completely quit and gone cold turkey. As for morning sickness I am the queen of it to the point that I was hopitalized, yeah you heard me. They had to tranquilze me like a horse. At one point the nurse asked my husband if I was a drug seeker because nothing was working. He laughed and said "uh does wine count?" Thank god that only last for 10 days and I am back to my normal self. Good thing about the experince is I lost like 7 pounds bad part besides the almost cracking of a rib from dry heaving..my skin totally broke out from only having one shower over ten days due to being in and out of drug induced coma. <br /><br />The spawn is fine and so am I so this blog will become a blog about pregnancy for the next ten months and me dealing with all the craziness and also the jealousy I will feel for not enjoying my vices. <br /><br />TODAY: 8 weeks and 1 day<br />WEIGHT: 152 lbs (love it)<br />PANTS: still fit<br />BOOBS: getting bigger by the minute (I love the free upgrade)<br /><br />Well I will be back to update on the spawn very soon..Quarterlifegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08821916120062906759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6567100992728318370.post-61740211025053524762011-01-21T20:20:00.003-05:002011-01-21T22:39:12.940-05:00Hangover..Honestly getting old is not helping my social life. Or maybe it was not eating dinner then consuming 6 glasses of wine, a beer and two shots. Ahhhh then I woke up with a nasty hangover and couldn't eat anything all day. <br /><br />I was the epitome of sloth today and thank god I had a snow day from work. I don't know what type of work I would have accomplished today. I think the only thing I would have maybe accomplished was to not puke on myself. Couldn't promise to not vomit on others but...<br /><br />I finally after a three hour nap felt a little better and actually kept some food down, and I am actually going to stay in tonight on a friday. I am getting so fucking old. On a better note I am watching one of my favorite shows ever! Sparticuz on starz. The first season was amazing, and this is the second year and it is so visceral, violent and crazy. The gladiators are so gorgeous...its just raw testosterone and it is HOT. <br /><br />Something about Roman times. You wouldn't know this but I was the student who studies Latin in highschool. I kind of wished I had kept up with it. I can't translate like I used to but I still love the history of the ancient times. It is insane to think how people survived with all of the craziness and absolutely no technology. There was no law and just sex. <br /><br />Well back to recooperating and watching sexy roman men kill each other...Quarterlifegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08821916120062906759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6567100992728318370.post-68201509006996099852011-01-18T14:13:00.002-05:002011-01-18T14:16:16.549-05:00SNOW DAYAnother snow day here in New England. It was not so much snow as ice. As for me I need to accomplish the following things. <br /><br />1. Admin work for work<br />2. Clean car out for ride along with Boss<br />3. More admin work<br />4. Actually cook dinner (I am a complete domestic failure but try)<br />5. Get some sexy time in<br />6. Watch a movie<br />7. Try to not gain anymore weight<br /><br />I think 5 and 6 are a given...the rest???Quarterlifegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08821916120062906759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6567100992728318370.post-29776238622653232702011-01-17T11:04:00.002-05:002011-01-17T11:09:48.170-05:00Monday how I loath youMonday....possibly the worst day ever. Why can I not be independently weathly! Ahhh to dream. On another note I basically am trying to get knocked up. I know crazy huh but basically everything is in line. I am married, good job, just bought a 4 bedroom gorgeous house in an adorable neighborhood and now I just need a baby. <br /><br />This is the thing I honestly assumed it would just happen considering I come from a crazy, breeding, irish catholic family. Seriously I have something crazy like 40 immediate cousins and my parents had 4 with my little sister was the last one and my mom was 40! So I kind of assumed that as soon as I stopped birth control it would just happen. Well so far it has been over 6 months and nothing. I am regular and apparently ovualting and having tons of sex but nothing. <br /><br />How did it go from being a teenager thinking that if any penis came close enough it would equal 9 months of misery to wanting it and nothing? <br /><br />Oh well at least bumping uglies is the work it takes!Quarterlifegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08821916120062906759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6567100992728318370.post-5640117191788204072011-01-16T14:20:00.002-05:002011-01-16T14:25:11.742-05:00So productiveI felt very domestic this weekend! I was extremely hung over yesterday so I thought...Hey why not clean the house top to bottom as you are not trying to puke on yourself and bash your head in from all the pain. <br /><br />I literally cleaned the kitchen, dining room, floors, did laundry, bathrooms. You name it I cleaned it. See I have to jump on the cleaning train when it comes through since it doesn't show all the time. So I not only felt great about a clean abode (including the toilets that I had occupied the night before in a drunken stupor) but my hangover slowely dissapated. <br /><br />Who says hangovers can ruin a day :-)<br /><br />On another note I am not hungover today but feel fucking lazy as shit. I don't even want to take a shower. Bad sign I know....Quarterlifegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08821916120062906759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6567100992728318370.post-31215500725407661872011-01-14T12:49:00.002-05:002011-01-14T12:51:21.306-05:00Thank god it is Friday...I usually don't say this but I am so happy it is Friday. Work hasn't been so crazy except for my coworkers. I do not know what is in the water but sometimes I think I need to drink it so I can become nuts as well. This weekend looks like it is going to be fun. AND WHEN I SAY FUN I MEAN LOTS OF WINE.Quarterlifegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08821916120062906759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6567100992728318370.post-25290319755333286682011-01-11T11:31:00.002-05:002011-01-11T11:33:06.150-05:00Work..I love my job...honestly I do, but like most jobs there are things that annoy the piss out of me. I work closely with two partenrs and normally they are great but sometimes I want to strangle them. It is funny because as friends I get along great and most times as coworkers but sometimes I just want to rip out there hair and give them a good kick in the face. Sorry....and thanks for the vent.Quarterlifegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08821916120062906759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6567100992728318370.post-20031319245828775782011-01-11T08:35:00.001-05:002011-01-11T08:35:35.078-05:00Needs to stop..pushing the snooze button. Seriously I think it has some crazy hold on me....Quarterlifegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08821916120062906759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6567100992728318370.post-32137735873856030492011-01-10T14:44:00.003-05:002011-01-10T15:01:06.287-05:00Holy old....So again I have no excuse for my complete laziness on this blog. Yes life is crazy but so is everyones. <br /><br />Honestly the big issue over the last couple of years is that I work form home now. You may be wondering "Working from home that must be fabulous?" It is but the main issue is that my husband does not and has never known about this blog. Considering it started due to our breakup and what I felt was a break down, I prefer to keep him out of my blog. <br /><br />So with alot of changes going on (most of them good :-) we have really only had the shared computer and I can not risk him seeing it in the history, etc. So with that being said I am going to bring you up to pace. <br /><br />I am one year away from 30! What the hell! Can I tell you that the gray hair and the wrinkles are starting. It is so crazy. I literally look into the mirror and am like..."Who is that old hag?"<br /><br />As for turning old, at the same token J and I have bought our dream house so we have moved from the one bedroom condo to a four bedroom with two and a half bathroom house on a culdesac in an adorable neighborhood. Perfect for having babies in. Yes I said it! Babies! I will brouch that subject at a furthur date. We have been waiting to find a good tenant for the condo and are going to tighten our belts to keep this great house and the condo. <br /><br />Luckily I won a 4 day luxury vacation in Rivera Maya in Februaury for being such a great sales person (eyes roll) but however I won it, it couldn't be more perfect timing. We had saved over twenty five thousand dollars over the last year and it was so nice to have that coushin, but it wasn't really a cusion but a goal. Not all of it is gone but most of it and we have a 30 year huge mortgage to show in a new construction gorgeous house. Scary but great at the same time. So after years of partying (god I love to party) and good times it is time to settle. And when I say settle I mean going back to cheap liquor and house parties.Quarterlifegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08821916120062906759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6567100992728318370.post-26480870335833128122010-02-17T12:19:00.002-05:002010-02-17T12:27:12.655-05:00It needs to be summer and soon...I am usually an upbeat person and laid back but this weather shit has got to go. I live in the northeast and the snow is killing me. It is getting more difficult to get up and yet I want to go to bed early. I seriously feel like a bear hibernating. <br /><br />On a different note there is something in the water where I am. 7 women I know are knocked up. Seriously this is nuts, some planned, most not and all I keep thinking is I have to keep the hubby away from me until May (not seriously or anything) because of the bachelorette party I am attending in VEGAS! Yes, ladies and gentlemen I am going to Vegas with 6 girls and I am so freaking excited! It will be the chick version of "The Hangover". I hope to remember the crazy stories so I can post them here. I shouldn't be spending the money since we are trying to save for a house but since I am maid of honor I just couldn't bring myself to offend the bride..wink, wink. <br /><br />Well let me think about the warmth in Vegas before I kill myself or someone else in this snow ridden state.Quarterlifegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08821916120062906759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6567100992728318370.post-39692099699176943712009-12-18T12:09:00.002-05:002009-12-18T12:23:00.128-05:00Wait..it's CHRISTMAS!!So I am not a ba humbug christmas person but the christmas cheer has definately not been on the forefront with me. I have done absolutely no shopping, no decorating and besides eating the shitty food of the season I have no real feeling of the holiday spirit. <br /><br />The weird thing is that I like it this way. I do not have any bad past holidays on the contrary I had quite the christmases as a kid. Yet, since we are all adults with no children yet and everyone has what they want it has become the same time of year for me. <br /><br />Most of my family and friends are strugleing with this recession and some of my friends have big expensive things coming up like having babies and what not. So when Mom asks me what I want for christmas I respond " A house" so since you can't get that lets just forego the gift giving and get drunk on some good wine together. <br /><br />Sometimes I wish that excitment you feel when you wake up early in the morning the day of christmas and you run down the stairs and start shaking presents. Guess that will come down the road when I give birth to numerous spawns of Satan. <br /><br />On a completely other bitching note I am a little irritated and hurt by some of my friends. Two of them are pregnant and I have been trying to be there alot for both of them. I go out of my way to do things so they feel included since we have always been a big party group. One of them I would make sure every saturday I go over her house from 9-11pm and leave when she is tired so she doesn't feel left out (we would go to a local bar after that) and the other one never wanted a kid got knocked up, is having a nervous breakdown and guess who is always their to help her out. ME! <br /><br />Onto why I am bitching about them. They both have told me they worried about being odd women out and wish the group would do more from the bar. OK I will step up and host a pampered chef party at my house on a monday, cater it and get all the ladies together so it will not be focused around booze. Seems like a good idea right? Well one of the fucking pregnant chicks decides to go shopping and the gym and is too tired to go, and the other bitch forgets to call me at all. NO text, call, facebook anything to let me know she is not going. Thanks for letting me know where I stand on the grand scheme of things. <br /><br />Usually I would call and just talk to them about why this is bothering me, but this time I am just fed up and don't feel like talking to either of them...or else I will blow up at two emotional bitchy pregnant women who will give me the whole "I don't get it label" which I think is bullshit. Both these women said to me " you won't understand until your married" Well I got married and It didn't change life all that much. Sorry if you both had some grandious idea of how your husband would be and then let you down. GRRRRRRRR....so fucking pissed. I know I sound like a whiney bitch but honestly it gets my pissed off. So I think I will be silent for a bit and then try to talk but for now (I know this will not last I do love them both like sisters) go fuck off you self richious pregnant chicks.Quarterlifegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08821916120062906759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6567100992728318370.post-60778156199863356102009-12-07T12:30:00.002-05:002009-12-07T12:34:53.014-05:00Need to get motivatedAlright QLCG you need to get your fat ass in gear and start the following...<br /><br />1. GO TO THE FUCKING GYM!<br /><br />2. STOP EATING EVERYTHING IN SIGHT<br /><br />3. STOP PROCRASTINATING IN WORK<br /><br />4. STOP EATING<br /><br />I am not one of those girls who complains alot about her weight but I am officially back to my college weight. Which is equal to beer guzzling, cafeteria no excercise weight. Hence my clothes are starting to not fit. What do I do about it.........................................................................................................................................................................Oh sorry I was showing a sandwich in my mouth. So I finally signed up for another gym since my favorite gym closed. FUCK me it's hard enough for me to go without hating the place. Well hopefully booking the bachelorette party to Vegas will help me get my fat ass in gear. <br /><br />Hopefully..Quarterlifegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08821916120062906759noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6567100992728318370.post-17559851787432095292009-12-03T13:03:00.002-05:002009-12-03T13:19:47.601-05:00Reunions and such.So I took on the role of dork and organized my 10 year reunion. Now what you have to understand is that unlike many people I LOVED high school. <br /><br />I was not miss cheerleader or popular but more of a social floater. I had my 3-4 close girlfriends and then was nice to everyone from the hot top of the food chain girls (which I will comment on later) down to the dorky band geek. I never cared what group you were in and was involved with everyone. <br /><br />I have always been a weirdo in the sense that I went to tons of raves, partied like I lived in the seventies but also got straight A's in advanced science courses and was in National honor society. Hence my parents did not know what to do with me. I would come home from a boys house get yelled at and then praised for making honor roll. So in high school I think I was dubbed smart, science, art party girl. Try that dichotomy on for size. <br /><br />So besides my tangent I started organizing this trip down memory lane like 8 months ago. It went over very well but there are a few things that went well and other things that pissed the fucking shit out of me. <br /><br />A. I hate that I (via facebook) asked everyone about dates and venues and everyone seemed excited and good. Then a week before all these idiots had lame excuses to not go. Uhhh hello fuckface you knew about this 8 months ago, 6 months ago, 4 months ago, 1 month ago...when I sent out repeat reminders. If you had a kid I maybe understand it....besides that your just fucking lame in my book. <br /><br />B. I need to not show my fun alchololic side so much to people. As a good part of my family we over compensate with school and jobs to hopefully cover up our extreme party habits. Do not get me wrong work, and responsibilities come first ALWAYS but if I have a free night...YOU better believe I will be three sheets to the wind dancing, laughing all night followed by a cab ride home, a bill I regret and a hazy recollection of what happened. I feel as if this is my last year before I have to pony up, have children and be responsible for real!<br /><br />C. I love that the really hot girls who had boobs in high school were either fat, single, or gong nowhere. On the other side I loved seeing the dorky girls either got hot, have amazing lives and hot husbands and happy lives. It has got to feel good to finally realize high school is just a speck of nothing when it comes to your whole life. <br /><br />D. To the cheap people who showed up without paying all I can say is go fuck yourself. I HATE cheap people they should be shot just on principle. <br /><br />Overall the reunion was alot of fun and worth the work....although the school can find someone else at the twenty year mark to do it next time. <br /><br />P.S. Booked my trip to Vegas for May with some girls.....can only imagine the stories.Quarterlifegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08821916120062906759noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6567100992728318370.post-4515489447231625012009-10-27T11:40:00.002-04:002009-10-27T11:48:51.659-04:00This weekend!So I took last friday up and got ready for my college girlfriend to come up and visit from PA. As I said before the poor thing is going through a nasty breakup and needed to get away. I was happy to obliged and for most of the weekend she held it together. Some of the highlights...<br /><br />1. Went to a sex toy party on saturday which was great we both got some new vibrators and such, had a good laugh but wish it was a bit more hetro and homosexual mix. I am straight but she is gay so I am sure all the products to help dick wouldn't apply alot..although maybe being disgusted by penises as opposed to missing her ex's vagina was a good thing??? <br /><br />2. Attended a Halloween costume party that was held for charity. We dressed up likes skanks accordingly and had a blast. My college friend (we will call her Lezzy) Lezzy can some how get straight women to hit on her all night and it is so funny to see the husbands or boyfriends to be all attention whores. They stand on the sidelines like "Look at me, why don't you want dick!" where as Lezzy gives the attention to only women! It really is hilarious since alot of men cannot understand why a woman wouldn't want a man (EYEs ARE ROLLLING). <br /><br />3. Lezzy kept it together until 11pm on sunday which was awful to see her crying and sobbing. We were up till 2:30am and I was exhausted the next day but was glad to see her feeling better after work on monday. I almost didn't want to see her go but she had to work. <br /><br />Overall it was a fabulous weekend but all I can say is I hope her horrible ex dies a slow lonely death and never finds happiness again. Sorry I'm a bitch and I said it!Quarterlifegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08821916120062906759noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6567100992728318370.post-6498828471529324272009-10-23T15:53:00.002-04:002009-10-23T15:58:32.414-04:00A bad workerI do not know what my issue it...I have been so busy that I took today off. Last minute vacation. So tell me why I am doing laundry and cleaning my condo! I have no idea how two people make so much fucking laundry. <br /><br />On another note my good girlfriend from college is coming up to visit. I wish it wasn't from a bad situation though. The poor thing was with her partner for years and she recently got dumped. I feel so bad and hate to see her in pain! I wish I could take all the pain away but I know (I think everyone has been there) besides listening to her and time will help. <br /><br />Well maybe alot of wine, and bitching will help...Quarterlifegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08821916120062906759noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6567100992728318370.post-83751956408326140192009-10-13T13:49:00.002-04:002009-10-14T10:41:58.573-04:00Traveling and my little buggerMy hubby and I have been fabulous since I have been gone alot lately, hehe! I went to a business trip for 3 days, a concert with my girlfriends over night, and then left for three days to watch my little bugger aka nephew. So I have been gone for a whole week or so the last month. <br /><br />He actually seemed to miss me and I definately missed my bed. It's funny though because unlike alot of my friends me and S are not on the phone all the time. We really only talk if something needs to get done or if I am traveling I will call for a quick goodnight. I see my friends text and chat about nothing to their signifcant others and honestly am like....why? Unless you have kids to talk about I live with you! Plus S is not the biggest phone talker anyways. <br /><br />On another note I watched my nephew aka little bugger for three days for my sister so she and her husband could go away for their anniversary. He was adorable and a little attention whore. Love him to death but glad to get back to adult conversation. I found myself talking baby talk when I got back and quickly gave myself a quick kick in the ass.Quarterlifegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08821916120062906759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6567100992728318370.post-72252346036899705482009-09-16T12:53:00.003-04:002009-09-16T13:44:43.077-04:00So tired...The last couple of weeks have been kind of crazy but this last couple of days in particular. I am working all week like normal but went to a sex toy party on monday. First off I have been to many of them and second, alot of the products I have already bought or used over the years. I have always been up for crazy and some kinky. From furry hand cuffs to vibrators, and games, etc. I love going to these parties because there are always two types of women there. <br /><br />A: the crazy outgoing sexually expressive drinkers<br /><br />B: the more quiet prude unsure girls<br /><br />I am part of group A but love to people watch and talk to group B. Some of the women are down right petrefied, some are curious and others just got dragged by a friend and look like they want to kill themselves via a dildo to the head. The best are the younger girls who obviously have never masturbated or would never admit to it. <br /><br />To this I try to get them talking about why it is soooo important to do this. Without practice and exploration there is no way to direct the man as to where to go and what to do. Don't get me wrong when you start a hot steamy relationship you get wet just by the guy touching you but over time and the ultimate need to achieve the G-Spot orgasm this needs to be done and alot. <br /><br />I hate that women are raised to think this is dirty and of course are wonderful double standard of the virgin and the whore, but seriously sex is supposed to be the ultimate sex game and to win the game it takes practice. <br /><br />On a side note I took great pleasure when the host asked me some questions about her products, hehehe!<br /><br />So that set up for a later night than usual but was worth it, since I got a great new toy. (Dammit need to stop spending money) I go to work as usual and then helped pick up a shift at the bar (I have been working on friday night shift at a local divey bar for the past couple of months, hence the saving and not spending), which turned out to be insane. We GOT SLAMMED, and I didn't get home till way late and then had to do more work. <br /><br />I am exhausted! The only thing that I miss about my old job working as a corporate engineer is that on days I was hung over or not feeling well I could hide in my cubicle and look really busy on my computer. When in reality you were blogging, etc but nobody bothered you. <br /><br />Hopefully since I dragged my ass out pretty ealry today I can make it an early day today and maybe a nap?Quarterlifegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08821916120062906759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6567100992728318370.post-73812125079424910542009-09-03T14:49:00.004-04:002009-09-03T14:59:17.510-04:00Note to self...Some of the following are things I need to remember for future reference! <br /><br />1. Calling an old Italian lady a "pit bull" even as a compliment...will never be taken as a compliment. <br /><a href="http://s23.photobucket.com/albums/b390/iverske9/?action=view¤t=pitbull-thumb-336x403.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b390/iverske9/pitbull-thumb-336x403.jpg" border="0" alt="Pittbull"></a><br /><br />2. Doing no exercise does contribute to my ass getting fat.<br /><br />3. Heels working behind the bar is just fucking retarded.<br /><br />4. Smoking pot (no matter how long it has been) will make you want to eat and contribute to number 2.<br /><br />5. Husband does not like when I vomit from to much drinking then come in and try to make out with him and have sex...well when he is sober at least.<br /><a href="http://s23.photobucket.com/albums/b390/iverske9/?action=view¤t=Vomit_Drunk_Girl_by_Ethird.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b390/iverske9/Vomit_Drunk_Girl_by_Ethird.jpg" border="0" alt="Vomit girl"></a><br /><br />6. Using quarters to buy wine or liquor only makes you look like a drunk. <br /><br />On another note I am so excited to finally talk to a <a href="http://confessionsofmysocalledlife.blogspot.com/">friend</a> and so excited she has moved to the northeast! She is going to rock out (even though she doesn't see it yet!)Quarterlifegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08821916120062906759noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6567100992728318370.post-85820996249937263632009-08-28T13:47:00.002-04:002009-08-28T13:51:50.853-04:00So glad its almost the weekend!Hmmmm, I have been thinking lately. I am an alcoholic, yet I do not mind it. I am a complete partier. How will this translate when I grow up? Wait I am almost thirty I know but I feel pretty much around 15 give or take. I went to the beach with the hubby and some friends and as soon as we sat down and jumped in the water all I kept thinking and looking for was a bar. I know...I know it was only noon, but all I kept thinking was it's a day off I want a margarita! <br /><br />Why does wine have to be sooo wonderful and magical? How does it always know how to make me feel? Give me that fuzzy feeling? Most men can't get it even after years! <br /><br />Why does Jack daniels know how to get the party started!? Make me do things that maybe isn't classy but gives great memories!<br /><br />These questions are what I ponder on a friday during work...HENCE why I am an alcoholic!Quarterlifegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08821916120062906759noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6567100992728318370.post-88548642360266591382009-08-25T12:12:00.002-04:002009-08-25T12:18:18.000-04:00Finally a weekend off...My whole summer has been CRAZY....good but crazy. Between weddings, bachelorette parties, cristenings, etc it seems every weekend I was driving mad distances. Again it was all for fun exciting things but it is the worst feeling when you feel more exhausted after the weekend then you do before. <br /><br />Finally this weekend I did not go ANYWHERE outside of my hometown which was wonderful. I am officially becoming old and lame. I worked at the local bar on friday (was a regular and now serving the regular for some extra cash) and then saturday went to a friends house and the said local bar. It was wonderful and spent the rest of the drunken night having loving, open talks with my husband, hehe! How is it drunk talks are either amazing or all out brawls! <br /><br />The best day was sunday...Slept in, made pancakes for breakfast than booted the husband out for golf. I literally did 4 loads of laundry, cleaned the condo, watched a lifetime movie and took a nap. These things are becoming almost better than sex (not toally, but a close second)! <br /><br />As I type this I realize I am becoming an old hag who needs to get a drug addicition or something to keep my life interesting, hehehe!Quarterlifegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08821916120062906759noreply@blogger.com0