Mean

Sometimes I am mean. Sometimes I feel mean. And sometimes it is totally deserved.

Mostly I am a nice person, don't get me wrong.

Although I do struggle with a bit of road rage (thanks dad!) but believe me I am trying. I only complained out loud once today while in the car and I had tons of errands to run. So, I count that as a good day.

It can be frustrating and very anger-inducing sometimes. Everyone does this...it is not just me. I am not tire-slashing, hair-pulling, punch-throwing or profanity-slinging mad, just what-a-brat, seriously, and silent-treatment mad.

Things that are sure to trigger my frustration:

Self-righteous people who believe that they are perfect or always right

Self-centered people who believe that everyone must be jealous of them

Emotionally degrading people who never really are out and out mean, you know the kind who are always "just trying to help" and tell you all your faults but always follow it with a "but you are wonderful!"

Users who only want to talk/hang out with you if it convenient or useful for them

People who cut you off knowingly and those who breast-feed, text and drive at the same time

People named Jason Mesnick

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People who don't think I am amounting to anything or that my life is boring and easy because of my marital status and lack of biological children

With that said and expressed...

I received the last of my birthday presents yesterday...a lovely jewelry set from one of my besties, Stacy...so wonderful. I will post pictures soon. A ended up having a great birthday this year. I got to share it with the people who mean the most to me...I had a great cake (or three), and got some great gifts!

And again...I love to run. I kicked some guys butt at the gym yesterday when he saw how much I ran he asked me how I could stand to run that long and I just smile and was super happy to say, "Because I love it." Yes.

The Best...Again?

So the debate has raged, OK, so there was no debating really, about who the best friend was in the previous post entitled "the best". It seems everyone seems to think the best friend that I was referring to was Logan.

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Well I am here to set the record straight.

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I have a lot of good friends and it could be any of them. Jason is one of my best friends, we spent more hours than you would like to know and I would like to admit to rocking out on Rock Band this last weekend. It was a long week and Jason and I started a new band to just rock out to. We ended up adding Logan in later and titled the band "Los Three Amigos", which is too funny for so many reasons! We talked and he just let me vent and just be me. Which is what I love about Jason. He is always willing to help and not judge. It could be him.

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There is Melinda. Melinda is wonderful, sweet, sarcastic and always tells the truth, like it or not. We spend hours discussing everything from our favorite TV shows (one tree hill!!!, Hell's Kitchen/Kitchen Nightmares, ANTM...), books (still DISGUSTED by renesme and the stupid imprinting!), food, (the apple cake is super yum, spinach pesto meatballs ick) and life in general. Not to mention that this wonderful friend of mine has been so sweet to loan me her car in the mornings (and other random times as well) so that I can get to work while my car is out of commission. I adore her. It could be her.

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There is always Tricia. She is someone I look up to and admire for her ability to go for her goals and not settle for anything less than what she really wants. She is so put together in the things that I am not and she is always there with a listening shoulder and a wonderful sense of humor. We can drool over Colin Firth or talk about the great pink satin trench that is just SCREAMING my name. She humors my coat fetish and even helps dig up some amazing additions to my collection. It could be Tricia.

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And yes, there is Logan. His goofy way of avoiding all things awkward and never getting too worked up about small things. His late night chats when all he really wants to do is sleep and his early morning texts to chat when he just needs to bounce ideas of someone else. His not letting me take a back seat in things or ditching out on things that I should do, but don't really want to. And his unrealistic faith in me. It could be him.

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There is my sister Rachel. We chat with each other regularly about the dumb things like stupid new songs on the radio to the real life problems one or both of us is having. An unlikely pair from the beginning, she is my link to the family at the moment and I like her more than I thought I could and love her more. She thinks I can do things I don't think I can and she really believes it. I am so grateful for her, it could be her.

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It could be my wonderful Stacy friend. She has so much faith in me and in my abilities in anything I do. I think she thinks I am this awesome person that I don't always seem to know. She knows what I am thinking without me saying anything and she enjoys enjoying the wonderful world of eye-candy with me. I can always talk to her about anything, no matter how big or small. She loves me despite and because of our differences. It could be her.

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And I have a million other people it could be! So why would you all just assume that it was Logan? Hm?

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OK, so that one was about him, but it could have been anyone...