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September 1: Happy Birthday Mama Grace
September 3: Happy Birthday Kiley A.
September 4: Happy Anniversary Scott and Lisa
September 7: Happy Anniversary Kathi and Coz
September 8: Happy Birthday “Minnesota Gerlinde”
September 13: Happy Birthday Terri C.
September 19: Happy Birthday Cousin Robyn S.
September 24: Happy Birthday Jennifer W.
September 29: Happy GOLDEN Birthday to my sister Kristina
September 29: Happy Birthday Cousin Parul

Hope you all have a great birthday/anniversary!
If I’ve forgotten you, please let me know so that I can add you to my list!

Question of the Day:
Please leave me a comment with the one thing that you always forget to take on your vacations.

I feel like our pack-list is very planned out and organized, but I also feel like there is something I might be forgetting. Don’t let me forget anything while I’m stuck in the middle of the ocean!!

My boss asked yesterday, “Who plans a cruise in the middle of hurricane season”?
Heh. Me. And yes, with all the news of hurricanes lately… we’re still going. My plan is to drink a lot, and tie myself to the boat. Let’s ride!!

CRUISE COUNTDOWN: 13 days

I have found that if you drive home from work… and don’t talk on the phone… it’s just amazing the things you will think about.
     *Between my work and home, there are 30 traffic lights. Wow. I wouldn’t have guessed there were that many.
     *Just a few days ago, I wondered if dieting could be like winning the lottery - in a weird sort of way.
If you diet all week long… then promise a weekend of whatever you want to eat… and then you get to the weekend and realize that you have no idea what you want to eat. It’s like you can’t eat it all week… but then you can… and you can’t make a decision.
So… if you suddenly won the lottery… and you’ve been so good at saving money and only buying what you need… would it be like those diet-free weekends, where you have no idea what to buy - even though you’ve been granted a sum of money that you didn’t have before. (Call me strange - I just wonder!)

The past few days, SB and I have been making our OCD Cruise pack-list. We have several pages of everything we want to take with us. I feel really good about the list… and we only have a few things we still need to buy. Otherwise, we’re pretty much covered.
I’ve never really been one to pack from a list… but since I know we’ll need sooo many things, and not have access to local stores… I want to be sure we have everything!

CRUISE COUNTDOWN: 17 days

I was going to title this post “B|tch Session,” but… well, I just don’t have a good reason why I changed my mind.
Anyway… Here goes…I sped, I followed too closely, I ran a stop sign, I almost hit a chevy, I sped some more, I failed to yield at a crosswalk, I changed lanes in an intersection, I changed lanes without using my signal while running a red light and SPEEDING!
Kidding. Sorry. I just felt the need to throw that in there.

I really hate it when people use really random words in their posts/statuses/emails… random words that I’ve never heard before- and I have to go look up. You’re an idiot, and you should use words that make sense to the general public.
I hate when people say how cold it is in our building at work. It is NOT cold in here, it is freaking sweltering! The AC in the building might be on 78 if I’m lucky… and you’re complaining because “it’s cold in here”?! Give me a break. (You would have never survived in the bank where I used to work- it was always 60-something degrees in there to keep the computer servers cool).
I can’t stand when people call into our business… and at some point, ask, what time is it there? Fool. Look at a map. I’m in Georgia- we are on Eastern time. The whole state is on Eastern time- figure it out. I have NEVER asked a client what time it is where they are… if there is any question in my mind about what time zone they are in… I google it.
I hate that when I joined Twitter in September 2006, I invited all my buds to join me… and everyone said no - it was stupid. or they didn’t understand the point of it. or they didn’t want to. etc. whatever. And NOW, the whole freakin’ world is on Twitter, telling strangers their life story.
It drives me nuts that you are soooooo busy. Too busy to email… too busy to call… (actually I think that falls somewhere in my pet peeves post).
Why do you feel the need to constantly mention that you live in “Midtown” or “the city” - like living in the suburbs is such a horrible thing? I’m sure you’re better than me in some way or another… because you take mass transit everywhere, or because you live in some apartment where you have to park on the street. You’re probably paying rent that is as much or more than my mortgage, and I’m sure is much “safer” to live there. Yah- because that sounds just awesome.
People that pretend like they’re clueless on certain things, just so they don’t have to talk about “it.” Whatever it may be, from politics… to news events… to elections… it doesn’t even have to be “newsy” stuff - just things about life in general. Sadly, I bet these people know all about what’s going on with the reality and pop culture world. Unfortunately, I feel like reality shows and the like have helped “dumb down” the American people.
I hate when you try to do something nice for someone, and they don’t acknowledge it.
(I probably could have titled this post “I hate”). Ha.
I hate that I can’t write a bio about myself. I wish I had something awesome to write in the “About Me” fields on my site and on facebook. I don’t know what to write. And that bothers me.
I wish I could write posts that are more like what I’m really thinking - Jennifer is a perfect example. Even though she doesn’t post much, when she does, you know it’s coming straight from her mind - she doesn’t hold back. You truly know how she feels.
People that write (or say) how much they love exercising or working out. LIAR. I will admit, working out does make you feel better… but I wouldn’t go as far as saying I love it.
Oh. And never, ever interrupt me. It’s impolite, rude and will not be tolerated.

Cruise Countdown: 38 days
I’m going on a cruise and you’re not.