FYI, idiots: Addison is a BOY's name! Stop naming your little girl babies Addison. Every single name does not need to be hijacked and given to girls. What's wrong with you people?
Sydne's Last Day
Today is Sydne's last day working with me. I can't be too sad, because I know she's going on to bigger and better things; and that I get to visit Boston!
So, I'm sad for me, but happy for her.
"Don't be dismayed at good-byes. A farewell is necessary before you can meet again. And meeting again, after moments or lifetimes, is certain for those who are friends."
- Richard Bach
Posted by Whitney C. at Friday, December 29, 2006 1 comments
Labels: work
You think you know someone...
I thought I knew you. I let you into my heart, into my home, into my bed... and this is how you treat me? I walk into the living room to find a poop smeared on the floor! Ish, Kitty!!! I thought you were better than that. I guess I was wrong.
Posted by Whitney C. at Sunday, December 24, 2006 0 comments
Labels: kitties
Weirdo
Do you ever catch yourself doing something that you do a lot, and that other people probably find weird? Like mouthing the words to a song when you're listening to your ipod? At work? Yes, I do that. A lot. I'm singing along, but no sound is coming out. Weird? Probably. Will I stop? Probably not...
Posted by Whitney C. at Wednesday, December 13, 2006 2 comments
Labels: work
A Contender
I just heard a song that is a serious challenger to the Christmas Shoes for worst Christmas Song Ever-- it's called "Same Old Lang Syne" by Dan Fogelberg, and it's awful. It wins worst New Year's song, for sure. I hate songs about old lovers, I think they're so lame and icky. This one features old lovers drinking a six pack in a car on Christmas Eve-- so classy!
Posted by Whitney C. at Monday, December 11, 2006 0 comments
Labels: christmastime
The Christmas Shoes
I love Christmas carols, but "The Christmas Shoes" is the all time worst Christmas song. I hate the way it's sung, I hate the shitty lyrics, I hate the over-the-top sentimentality, I hate that it's not a traditional carol, I hate that it comes on the radio and ruins my holiday joy with it's awfulness. I just want to say "you know what, kid, people don't wear shoes in heaven, and if they did, Jesus wouldn't care what kind you had on; so save your dollar, and go home and spend time with your dying mother instead of buying her some stupid shoes she couldn't care less about." I don't think that's the song's intent, but that's how it makes me feel.
Posted by Whitney C. at Sunday, December 03, 2006 2 comments
Labels: christmastime