what's the point?

So I got another raise (yea me!) but basically I was told that I am held up to a different standard then other people because I am a manager. Translation: you can't ever be late, or leave early or go to lunch or go on vacation. Awesome. I already don't ever take lunch and I am attached to my blackberry 24/7 , I take it on vacation because I would rather deal with the issue when it happens then have someone screw it up and me have to fix it when I return to work. So I am officially in the rat race. I work hard, they give me more money, I continue to work hard, probably even harder and the cycle continues. But with the money I make I just pay bills, I don't ever buy myself anything fun. I just recently bought a shirt and a dress for work; however I would rather wear jeans, a hoodie and flip flops to work. So my question is, where does it end, why do we as Americans have an ideal to live up to that is impossible? There is no way we can go to the gym, work 60 hours a week, have a relationship and get enough sleep to do all the above. And I do think it is much harder for American women; if you want to establish a career and then maybe have some babies you find that you are 38 and your uterus has dried up and even if you can have a baby, you will never see it because you have to go back to work to make money for the day care or nanny to raise your child.

I just don't want to wake up and be 75 and realize that now I can enjoy my life but I can't because I can't move, I live in a home, my kids hate me but love their nanny and everyone fun is dead.

babies!

So Mike's nephew and niece, the most adorable Sharlotte and Owen, had their 2nd birthday party this past weekend. They were of course the cutest 2 year old twins I have ever met, but I looked after Wyatt for a bit of the party and towards the end Wyatt got a wee bit gas-y. He was farting and screaming (his face got all red like a little cherry tomato) and as his mama walked around and tried to calm him down he let out a HUGE burp. It was loud and I'm sure he felt so much better after but Mike was astounded! "I didn't think anything that loud could come out of anything that small".

This upcoming weekend is Wyatt's christening, Mike is the godfather...I will be making endless references to the movie The Godfather all weekend, pretty much for my own amusement.

Republican thought, really?

I have a republican thought, or maybe it's not republican (because they help others who have the ability to help themselves), not sure. So there were several hurricanes that have swept through Texas in the past week, there were MANY warnings, MANY. On TV, on radio on the internet, there were news crews out through all of Texas covering the mass exodus and interviewing the jackasses that though they would stay through a hurricane. They got them thar BBQ chips and then thar natty lite and they gonna be jus fine.
So hurricane Ike came on through and people are begging for help, the same people who have decided to stay and sit it out even though there were warnings of certain death. DEATH. Not like hey it might rain so stay inside, the warnings were like ummmm you gonna die!
So all the people that are now on the news complaining that they have nothing to eat and no water, dude...you should've left when you got the weeks of warnings not complain later that everyone isn't rushing to help you.
I can tell you that if there was a warning issued that Boston was about to get hit with a massive hurricane promising certain death I would be out of town at the first warning.

My review of Sally's Beauty Supply on Nahatan Street in Norwood, MA

I went to Sally's Beauty Supply in order to purchase some kinda of hair anti-frizz serum/spray/gel because I am going to try and use product in my hair. Erin will be very pleased as it as perplexed her for years that I don't use any product in my hair. I walked in and there was no one to be seen, then I realized the radio was playing so someone must be here, or I am walking into a crime scene. I began to peruse the aisles, looking at make-up and nail care supplies. I would like to give up going to the nail place but I just can't, because every time I do my nails at home I have to pee or the phone rings and I don't think I can do my nails and then hang out naked for an hour and I don't have speaker phone.
So I went down an aisle and a short girl walked by me, I assumed she worked there. She didn't even acknowledge me. So then I saw 2 other girls/ladies working, neither one of them said a thing to me. And then 1 of the women was making a personal phone call which I got to hear all about. I was reading the backs of the bottles of straightner stuff, took a few minutes, and made my way to the front where the short girl was working:
Me: Hello
Girl: mumble mumble, I can take you over there (could barely here her)
(the entire counter is covered with stuff, she had to clear off the cash register, I hand her the bottle)
Girl: mumble, mumble (I make out it was 12 something)
I hand her $15 and tell her I don't need a bag
Girl: have a nice day (but said very softly and without opening her mouth, never made eye contact with me)
So I turn to leave...
me: "You might want to work on your customer service skills, because of this little exchange I am never coming back here."
Girl looks up (eye contact now!) Excuse me?
Now that I could hear!
I walked out.

Deep in the heart of Texas

So Mike and I are currently in Tex-ass, we went to 2 Red Sox games in the past 2 days, they won 1 and lost the other. Oh wait not lost, had their asses kicked. Hopefully they will win today, we aren't going to the game though. A day Mike has been waiting for has finally arrived, football searson starts today, the first Patriots game is currently happening. Mike is next door to the hotel in a bar called Bostons (?) watching the Pats game and wearing a Patriots shirt, I hope he doesn't get beat up. My plan is to join him there after I go to the hotel gym (which I am still planning on doing) because I have decided (yet again) to commence operation "Hot Rebecca". This operation has failed many, many times but as I was getting into the shower yesterday I caught a glimpse of my nudie self in the very large mirror in the bathroom. Everything is bigger in Texas, including apparently my ass. So the Operation comences once again.

I want to get to a certian weight and if I get to that Mike has agreed not to give me shit if I buy the Louis Vittuon bag that I want as a reward. If I get to the weight and my credit cards are paid down a bit more he will not give me crap about the bag. It isn't his concern what I do with my dough but he doesn't want me to make bad choices in terms of finances, which is a very good thing. Because I can't budget, it never makes sense in my head, never has, just makes my head hurt.

I think I shall go to the gym and slowly try to whittle down my bum size, the operation had a slight set back this morning when we went to a Waffle House for breakfast so I have to try to work off those hashbrowns, I was wearing a Red Sox shirt and they actually asked me if I want grits???? Ew.