Did you hear? He's a dumb ass too.

Why do men (and women) cheat? Do they not understand how wrong it is? I just don't get it. I don't understand it. I pray that I will never ever have to experience it.

I just read that John Edwards is no better than Bill Clinton and I am so very disappointed. He seemed to LOVE his wife so dearly. Guess not - because how in the hell could he cheat on her while she was battling cancer if he loved her?

Edwards told ABC News that he lied repeatedly about the affair with 42-year-old Rielle Hunter but said that he didn't love her. Idiot. He didn't love who? His wife or his whore? He said he has not taken a paternity test but knows he isn't the father because of the timing of the affair and the birth. Like anyone should believe his lying, cheating ass now. What an ass.

Read the article here on MSNBC.COM

The Breakup...

It's odd... I've never been broken up with by a friend but I guess that's what happened yesterday. And YES I am blogging about it. I blog when something is on mind. I was just broken up with... by a freakin' friend! I think I am justified. I could apologize and lick their feet and it wouldn't make a difference now. Not that I would ever!

So this morning I was looking through photos from last summer (comparing swim team photos from this year) and I ran across a few photos of me and my friend (not him - his wife - because that is who I was friend with although we became friends with him too after they met and married) and my first thought was, I should delete these so I don't have to be reminded of the situation next time I come across them? I didn't of course. I am an adult and that would be childish - right?

I am wondering what do you do when you break up with a friend? Has this ever happened to anyone else? It has, right? I'm left with, "what the hell" running through my head... we are adults aren't we?

I promise... I won't keep boring you all with breakup posts. I just had to ask the question if this has happened to anyone else... because it feels surreal to me.

Jeesh!

The problem with writing a blog for work is you never know what might rub someone the wrong way. I read an article about office manners on nytimes.com that I thought was funny and appropriate enough so I reposted it on our blog. I thought about taking out the last little bit about tinkle on the seat in the ladies room but left it in to maintain the integrity of the author's original article. Monday and Friday are reserved for frilly silly posts that are meant to be entertaining and easy to read. My boss's boss (who is very conservative) thought it was most definitely inappropriate.

jeesh...

I was trying to add a little pizazz to what seems like a very boring blog at times. Blogs are not supposed to be so stuffy and CORPORATE! And I thought who hasn't encountered this - it's annoying right? And certainly it's an issue if you have ever worked in an office before, right?

It's hard to please everyone all of the time isn't it?

Totally Screwed by Delta and Travelocity.

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WARNING...

profanity below and not for the easily offended!!

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Yeah, that's right I was totally screwed by Delta and Travelocity. I am headed to Atlanta the end of the month to be on a panel for an event the company I work for is participating in. I was planning on flying home the afternoon of August 1. It turns out I need to be home earlier than the original time planned. Who knew Delta would charge me $180 to change my f*cking flight home?! Doesn't that seem completely unreasonable? And of course the customer service department is not located in the USA so I could barely understand what the rep was saying to me. NOTHING at all against this particular country but seriously... there is NOTHING more annoying when you are being royally screwed than dealing with someone you can not understand. At least they could tell me I am f*cked in English with a NY, Baltimore or southern accent! The poor man was very helpful and very patient with me as I went off on him with my "this is unacceptable" speech and he even waived the Travelocity fee but I still got screwed. F*cking Delta Airlines SUCKS!

It's here!

My new strawberry Lisa dress came this afternoon... still no swim suit but I am happy the dress came!

I wore the green dress Saturday night to our friend's house for dinner. I received many compliments. It was a nice change of color choice for me. I tend to wear black, navy, brown or other neutral colors like white and gray that kelly green was way out of my norm... a good thing!

On another note... I don't know what has gotten into my family lately. We are all grumpy and the kids are fighting a ton. It's driving me nuts. Every time I tell them to do something they argue or if I say, "no" to something they argue and ask again (and again) as if I am going to change my mind if they ask me 6 times. Even though I love summer and spending time with the kids today I am feeling like I can't wait for school to start!

Is that really awful of me to say?

Maybe I just need a break.

I realized something last night.

So yesterday afternoon I started with a headache. It's been a while since I've had a headache this bad. Oh wait - I had one last week... well before my headache last week it had been a while.

It started around noon and by 4PM I was in serious pain but I had to finish a few projects. Mr. was out so he picked up the kids from the camp bus and since I was out of Tylenol PM (from my headache last week) he stopped and picked some up for me. For me the only thing that helps when I have a headache like this is to sleep but who can sleep when your head is about to pop off your neck? Or you feel like your eye balls are going to explode?

When Mr. got home with the kids I was still working but I heard him in the kitchen and thought with a glimmer of hope that he was going to make dinner tonight. After finishing my last project for the day I moved right to my bed and flipped on HGTV. Mr. came up and asked if I was going to eat - no, I wasn't.

He said with a proud tone, I'm making dinner! I pulled chicken out of the freezer and I am making dinner.

I wanted to say, "big whoop dude. I make dinner every night. Do you want a ribbon?"

But I said, "Oh, good."

And he made dinner and it smelled good and I could hear casual dinner conversation and I was lonely. So I went downstairs.

Holy messy kitchen! I ate a few bites of chicken - it was good. Why doesn't he cook anymore?

He was on the couch - I was in the kitchen. Mr. said the kids could have ice cream. So who gets to scoop the ice cream? Me. Why did I come downstairs? I should have stayed upstairs and if I knew I was going to be put to work I would have. But I scooped anyway.

Back upstairs I went.

And when the kids came upstairs for bed - I made sure they brushed & flossed their teeth, washed their faces, checked their feet and hands to make sure they were clean, tucked them in and gave them kisses and called Mr. up, "They're ready!" This is the routine. He's downstairs watching TV and I am upstairs reading to them, getting them ready for bed and then I call him up. Same thing every night, "They're ready!" And even though my head was going to explode at any moment last night was no different.

And then it hit me. It's not 1950.

The only time I get to plop my butt in front of the TV before 8PM is when I am not feeling well. And even then it's not a full plop it's only a half plop. Why does he get to watch the evening news every night - I (seriously) love watching the news and I so rarely get to.

Why?

Is it too late to change the routine in the house? Shouldn't we take turns cooking dinner? And get the kids ready for bed together? And read to them together? Or am I just hungover from my Tylenol PM induced sleep?

Do I need a reality check here?

Please... people if I am being unreasonable - tell me.

Fear of public speaking...

Did you know some studies have shown that fear of public speaking ranks up there with the fear of snakes or spiders?


This doesn’t surprise me.


Public speaking scares me as much as spiders... and spiders really scare me. So why in the hell did I volunteer to speak at a company meeting tomorrow? I could have easily conducted a webinar by phone where I didn't have to see the audience. I could have even suggested and encouraged the main speaker to incorporate what I would say into his own presentation... but no. I had to open my big mouth and volunteer to present myself. Fuck.


Wish me luck please.

Top Chef - Are you crazy!

Did you watch Top Chef last night? Were you as shocked as I was that Antonia was cut?

For the life of me I can not understand how the Top Chef judges could have possibly sent home Antonia over that cow, Lisa.

Antonia is pleasant and has a great attitude unlike Lisa who is defensive with a foul mouth and a bad attitude. Antonia's food seemed much more consistent and more often than not the judges praised her. She won 4 quick fire challenges!

Lisa on the other hand has been in the bottom so many times I can't count and quite frankly Lisa's sucky attitude should have sent her home after episode 2.

What the hell Top Chef?

Did you hear what she said to Stephanie and Richard after Antonia was sent home? She actually berated them for not congratualting her for making it to the final 3 because she felt they really wanted Antonia to be there with the! Richard's response was funny - he was as shocked that she would have the nerve as I think the fans were.

She's rude. I hate rude people.

I work.

Dear "Friend,"

I work and I work hard all day long. I enjoy working and that's why I work. Even better I love my job... so I work. Even better than that I get to work from the comfort of my home.

No, I don't take naps or go to the gym or shopping in the middle of the afternoon. I work - I have deadlines and a boss with expectations. So stop calling me 5 times a day. If I don't answer my phone when you call, I am working. If I don't answer at 10:00 I am not going to answer at 10:01 or 10:02 or even 10:03 on my cell phone. I have caller ID I know it's you. I see how many times you call me. I only answer my home line while I am working if it is school, my parents, or Purple Heart (what would I do without their monthly pick ups?).

And, if you have the luxury to go out to lunch with the girls once a week but can't use your time management skills to get home in time for the bus - don't call me at 3:10, 3:11 and 3:12. I will not stop what I am doing to meet your kids off the bus and neither will Mr. or our babysitter. Pay for your own sitter.

And while I am at it... stop asking me to "type something up" for you. Get on your computer and do it yourself - if you can buy thousands of dollars of stuff on eBay I am pretty sure you know how to type. I don't care if it will take you 10 times as long as it would take me because I, "am so good at it." If you would like to pay me I will be happy to take on extra projects, but you will pay and you will wait because I work.

I am not your bitch... bitch.

Regards,
Kerry

P.S. Oh and by the way, don't plan on putting your daughter on the same soccer team as my daughter this fall so I can take her to practice, "since I am going anyway." I am on to you.

P.S.S. Your daughter is a bully. Everyone has told you. Just because she is smiling when she says something mean doesn't mean she's not being mean. She's mean.