The "under 25" group.

Who decided that 25 was the golden age for all things considered a better rate? Whoever it was deserves a good spider monkey kick to the groin area.

I've complied my TOP Three reasons why life blows being under 25. That's an overstatement, but seriously here are some prime examples for "The Man" keeping us down...

1) Car insurance rates! Expect to pay a pretty penny if you're under 25 and single. Oh, and if you're a male then you have three strikes going against you. "

2) I guess I should consider the 21-24 age group lucky...because until recently we could not even rent a "rental car." Now they allow us to rent them, but we're paying for it by the day on top of the cost of the rental car, oh some whopping $25 surcharge extra each day you plan to have the rental car. Why do they do that...refer to #1. Apparently, we are a high risk driving group. I'm 23, married, have a real job...frankly I'm tired of being categorized with the 21 year old frat boy with a Jagarbomb in one hand and his dick in the other.

3) If you're under 25 in Corporate America...don't even expect to be taken seriously. It doesn't matter how many degrees you have or who you know...someone will always remind you that you're young and haven't been in the game long enough to know how to play.

Okay...I'm off my soap box now, just a quick little rant and I feel much better. :)

Really Hangin

"I'm never drinking again!" Yup, those were the first words out of my mouth this morning. I'm pretty sure that at this point I could say that maybe get balls to the wall plastered last night was not one of my finer ideas. In theory it sounded good. I did the normal, "I'm not going to drink a lot tonight when we go out," song and dance. Then I arrived at the Irish Pub. I was with a group of my husband's friends and I was the only female in the group...no surprise there. In my defense I was feeling a little uncomfortable, so what do we all do when we're uncomfortable at a bar....WE DRINK MORE. After several Bacardi's I started to loosen up and have a nice time. I ordered several shots, drank a few more mixed drinks, switched to beer, had a few more shots, and then at some point I decided to order some greasy bar food...did I mention that I'm on a health kick right now? Bar food is not exactly the picture of "healthy food." Anyway, to make a long story short, this morning came way too quick. 7 AM came with a vengeance. I dragged myself off the couch...I don't remember winding up on the couch either...I looked around the house and surveyed the damage. Clothes laying around, empty beer bottles, empty Whataburger bags...crap, I ate more junk. Anyway, I went to the bathroom looked at my face, yep didn't wash that before I passed out...total raccoon eyes, crazy rat hair, and baggy eyes. I had a headache the size of Texas, and odd bump on my head...no tellin what I ran into, and my legs were sore. I have no memory of leaving the bar either. I wondered to myself if I took a cab. Went and checked the garage, my car was inside. Hmmm...who drove? That thought aside, I manged to take a quick shower and rush out of the house and make it to work on time. I've still got a headache, my thoughts are hazy, and I'm up to my elbows with work that needs to be done. I have to wonder what Greek philosopher came up with the phrase, "things could be worse?" I'd like to know if he was hungover from binge drinking and knocking on deaths door when he came up with that phase. Maybe I'm being a little melodramatic right now, but I'm serious...this is the worst hangover I've had since I can remember. I'm never drinking again!

85 years....

Since I posted a blog on here. Here's to wishful thinking!~

Worth a laugh.

Anyone who has ever over drafted on account or has been over on your credit limit can appreciate this cartoon. Haha, thought it would be good for a little chuckle!

Moments where a small gesture says "I Love You" best

This past Saturday was the first day my husband and I decided to debut the boat out on the lake. It was a beautiful 98 degrees and just slightly overcast. My husband spent the morning having a marine stereo installed in the boat for some good tunes while I packed sandwiches and snack food for later own in the evening. When the boat was finished he pulled up to the apartment with the boat in tow with this proud look upon his face. He came inside and said, "Well, honey...the stereo sounds nice. It's not the best I've ever had, but it will work." I shrugged off the comment because my mind was busy wondering whether or not Preston had a first aid kit handy on the boat. I then realized that he was not completely satisfied with the boat, and made a comment about why men always have to have the loudest stereo ever. I went off into the bathroom and gathered up some water proof band aids, itch cream, Tylenol, IB profen, Aspirin, Burn Gel, gauze, and some bandages, and proceeded in making a homemade first aid kit complete with tweezers and some sewing equipment. (You know, in case someone needs me to hem a pair of swim trunks out on the lake. :)) I came back into the kitchen and put all the First Aid stuff into a Ziploc bag, and my husband came up to me and said, "You know honey, the only woman I care to impress on the lake is busy making me a First Aid kit." In that statement, an "I love you" was not necessary, because I knew what he meant! All day long I floated on Cloud Nine.

GROWING UP

The company I work for has a seasoned veteran employee who is retiring and her last day is today. In lieu of going out to eat as a group for her celebration the management decided to throw a potluck lunch today for the company to all celebrate her departing. The management provides all the brisket, sausage, BBQ sauce, and drinks. The employees were given the option to bring whatever side dishes if we wanted to contribute to the lunch. Now typically, I have always just partaked but never brought anything before in the past. Well, this time i decided to make Green bean Casserole to contribute. Yum Yum. I fixed a large 13x9 dish of it and added a bit of Cayenne pepper and Ritz crackers to the mix as well as the french onion crispies. Delicious. I wrapped the dish up in aluminum foil, and towels to transport it to work. On the way it dawned on me! I'm officially married and grown up...I'm contributing to Potlucks now! Hahaha. Is it me or is that just something that comes with age.?

Getting good sleep when married!

When I first started dating Preston and eventually started staying over at his house, I never noticed his snoring. Maybe it's because I was always way to exhausted from our post bedtime romp and slept like a log or maybe it's because he didn't snore. That all changed when we moved to Hilton Head. Moving states meant new plants with new pollen and a laundry list of new allergies to get used to.

At first it was gradual. He would snore one night and it would wake me up. I'd lay there waiting for him to stop and most of the time it did. Then it started getting louder and more frequent. Then laying there next to him waiting for it to stop quickly turned into feeling exhausted and drained the next morning. In all those sleepless nights, I noticed he snored the worst when he was lying on his back. From that moment on, when he would wake me up in a snoring fit, I would kick him to wake him up and ask him to roll over on his side. That worked for awhile, and then Preston started getting upset about his snoring and all of sudden it became a touchy subject. I had to think...what can I do?

1) Relocate to another room....most of the time when he'd wake me up, I'd quietly grab a pillow and a blanket and go out into the living room and pass out on the couch. He'd wake up alone in the night and wonder where I was, fall back asleep, and then when it came time for him to leave at five thirty in the morning, I'd get back up and go into the bed to sleep.

"how this worked"
It didn't! I eventually got tired of waking up and changing rooms twice during one evening. Had to find another idea.

2) The sound spa!
In theory this was a good idea. It worked for a while, but then the noises started to sound fake, and it just didn't last.

3) The pillow method!
I started to put a pillow on my head and roll over on my side to not hear really well. this worked for a while, until I got tired of feeling suffocated from the pillow!

4)Ear Plugs!
These handy little gadgets saved my marriage. I squeeze two of these in my ears at night and I'm out! I can't hear anything. the upside is that I sleep like a rock, the downside is that If an intruder ever entered my home...I'd never hear it in time to call for help! For the sake of a good nights rest...i think I'll continue to take my chances!