November woes...

November has come and gone and I have left all of you without a consistent post and for that I am sorry. 

Thanksgiving came and went too, wow how the time flies!  With the turkey came a heated battle in the Miller household...over where someone misplaced the ham glaze, leaving my sister hysterically crying for no reason and my parents at odds with each other for hours (this could or could not have been because my mom made my dad bare-handedly look through the trashcan..but I digress...). 

Along with Thanksgiving comes the 'night before' traditions as well.  While these are always fun, I found this year to be a bit different.  Maybe it was being home for MONTHS prior to the festivities instead of the "I just got home from school yesterday" feeling, but Lauren and I got ready for the night watching clips on YouTube...

As the month progressed I have also found myself hating the working world more and more.  Not MY working world (working 4 hours a day at the Workshop is actually cake believe it or not), but if you can imagine people actually have FULL TIME JOBS.  In this economy that blows my mind.  I have applied to so many places I need a Word document just to keep track of them all in case one calls me back.  And for what reason?  No one calls you back, no one e-mails you back, no one even gets into contact with you to ask WHY you are applying for jobs you aren't even qualified for (maybe I should change my blog to HYSTERICAL FOR HIRE becuase I need a salary that bad). 

Although me being depressed about no job did account for something....Chris bought me Just Dance for Kinect.  Dance dynamo? Check.  I may not have a job but J-Lo, eat your heart out.

Til next time...

Sorry friends...

Hello all!

I didn't think my blogging absence would even go noticed but thanks to my MANY new followers (a.k.a. my wonderful family who now check religiously & even find my typos....::cough cough Laura::) it does!

So I wanted to stop in, apologize for my laziness, but restore hope in all of you that a new post will be up shortly.  Maybe even tomorrow if I feel like gettin' real crazy!

Til next time...

Hittin the brakes...

I am an impatient person.  I fast walk EVERYWHERE (mall, school, liquor store, gym), I yell/honk at other drivers when they are going the speed limit/anything less/not driving defensively, and I expect everyone to adhere to the same ideals; I guess it's the New Englander in me.  But the other day I started thinking, when exactly does the time com when people stop being crazy and start slowing down?

Ever get behind an old person...anywhere?  They don't care how fast they are moving or care that anyone else cares how fast they are moving.  When exactly does that fast-paced to slow-paced change happen?  I mean, don't get me wrong I don't want to be that 87-year-old in Stop & Shop speed walking from the produce all the way to dairy (and if I keep eating bread the way I do I don't think I will have that problem) but I don't see myself slowing down ever.

My epiphany came in aisle 11 at the grocery store the other day.  Anna scanning my groceries decided she wanted to detail to the bag boy exactly where to find the best ribs. And I mean DETAIL, down to what the restaurant's best dishes were and how to get there from the grocery store.

I mean, sure, if Anna could scan AND talk I might have saved my heavy sighing for another time but I needed to get home and eat! 

Til next time...