Passive Aggressive

*Unrelated Note of Importance* Gina is alive and well, I promise.  She recently went back to our former profession, which sounds worse than it is, but this is considered "busy season" and she is lucky to see her house, dog, or fiance for more than 4 hours a day.  That and the fact that she is diligently planning her wedding, makees her an unreliable blogger for the time being.  She will be back.  Promise.

So I am going to tell you a little story.  It starts like this.

Once upon the early summer of 2010, there was a girl, relatively unknown to most, who was in a seemingly abusive relationship.  After all, when she cried "it is never okay to hit a woman, ever" everyone listened.  As they should.  She received lots of support, but decided not to go into details with most as to what transpired that fateful night.
A few months later, this girl was given the gift of happiness yet again and she announced to her friends that she was happy yet again and sporting some shiny new hardware on that all important finger.  Again, not wanting to pry too much, her friends offered their genuine congratulations and kept their surprise at the timing well hidden.  She was happy, and timing does not matter.
The wedding planning began immediately, and a date was set.  The date was a little over a year and a half, but planning is half the fun, right?  Each moment of planning was shared with those around her, pictures of her dress were "ooh-ed and ahhh-ed" by the masses.  The engagement seemed to be carrying on perfectly.  There were countless date nights and they were publicly affectionate. 
The holiday season came and went with updates on new traditions being born for their future family as well as the initiation into each other's family happenings.
Then suddenly, with no warning to her friends, an announcement was made that she was in a dark place, stricken with grief and mourning over what could have been.  Questions were asked, but none were answered for days.  Eventually she explained to those that cared for her that she would contact them when she was ready, but please do not contact her. This was met with understanding and many began to assume the loss involved the engagement.
Days passed and suddenly the second (third?) stage of grief was entered full steam.  Anger, honest anger was spewed towards the former loved one.  This went on for about a week, then acceptance moved in. After acceptance came the rationalization.  To herself, likely, but to her friends definitely.  Friends were asked to not bash the former flame, to let her move forward and grow from the experience.  So far, everything seemed to play out as it should.
Then the bashing returned.  And along with the bashing, the accusations of potential stalking and horrible acts.  None described in detail, but the allusions were clear as day. 
Finally, she reprimanded her friends for discussing her story with others.  And shame on them for asking questions and did someone really just speak to one of his friends?  How dare they!

Is this familiar to anyone else?  Reminiscient of a high school breakup perhaps?  Or gossip overheard by a teenager speaking loudly on their cell phone?
For me, it is the musings of a Facebook *friend* who I have absilutely no memory of from wherever it was I once met or knew her.  As an aside, I have an accept policy on FB for anyone I recognize or that more than a handful of my good real life friend's have confirmed.  I also freely use the Ignore button, but I have kept these posts unhidden for the entertainment value alone. 
I don't consider anyone in any sort of abusive relationship a form of entertainment.  In fact, I sent a private message to the girl last summer to offer help if she needed it. I also don't doubt her story in any way, lest I be accused of that.  The moral to my story is really only that I am offended you chose to berate me and your other 367 friends for "not respecting her privacy by sharing her page with others (obviously this was directed to someone other than me as I am just now writing this post!)" and "keep your opinions to yourself as they are clearly irrelevant and if they differ than mine feel free to use the ignore button."  Really? You tell me and the equivalent of the population of West, TX 3 times over every freaking detail of your life, but we aren't respecting your privacy? 
Good grief. 
And here I am waiting for her next post.  There is a 50-50 chance she is "turning over a new leaf and leaving the past behind with love and respect."  My money is on "You can all go to hell for staying friends with the ex."  She is due for a pissy comment any minute now.
Do you have *friends* like these, or am I the only lucky one?

*also, spell check isn't working, so I apologize for all horribly splled words. Way too lazy to proof read*

This post is held together losely by hygiene

Today I finally worked up the nerve to tell the girl from 2 offices over that her hygiene practices were not okay.  I realize this is a touchy subject and I would have been happy to leave the issue unspoken, however my throat was getting scratchy from the vom each time I witnessed this. 
You see, this girl and I cross paths in the bathroom on a daily basis, sometimes multiple times a day.  And the small two stall bathroom affords us the misfortune of knowing exactly who is in the bathroom and whether or not washing of hands occurs.  Typically, I could really care less if you don't want to wash your hands after you go to the bathroom.  I will pass silent judgment on you, but it is your prerogative.  Except in this instance where to exit the bathroom I must pull the door handle.  Not to mention we just paid a small fortune to install hand dryers to help with our green initiative, so we are all trying to not use the paper hand towels.  But after seeing this girl use the restroom, check her hair in the mirror and exit the bathroom by grasping the door handle with her unwashed hands over and over, I have had to resort to using at least one towel to pull the door open and exit.  And then I have a trash can full of towels in my office at the end of the day. 
I am really grossed out by this. 
And then she totally crapped on my hygienic high ground today. 
I walked into the bathroom after lunch and she was washing her hands.  I even saw her use soap.
As I shut the stall door, I was suddenly overcome with relief that I didn't have to be that asshole who publicly brings up the fact that she is plain gross.
And then, after washing her hands, she dried them in the air dryer.  And then?  She entered the other stall, relieved herself, left the stall, checked her hair in the mirror and walked out.
The F?
Who washes their hands before going to the bathroom only to not wash them after? 
I was so incredibly shocked by this I lost all nerve to say anything.  And I continued vom fest 2010.  Except, not the vom fest that causes weight loss, which is also annoying.
Anywho. 
I apologize for sharing that nightmare, but really? This is backwards, no?

In other news, I have a hair appointment Saturday for the first time in 5 months.  My hair is a rats nest of stringiness.
I figure since I turn 30 in 9 months, and I have a professional job (although I no longer have to wear suits, thank God) I should start looking like I give a crap with my appearance. 
Here is where I need help. 
I have a lot of fine hair.  And is hangs straight.  Occasionally, my hair bends one way or another, but basically doesn't curl.  Except for when I spray it within an inch of the ozone.  And I don't want to single handedly speed up global warming. 
Here is a picture of me from my wedding rehearsal so you can see my face shape.  It is blurry because I cut and paint in MS Paint. Old School Baby.

Also, you should probably know I have like 20% control over my hair.  My stylist has done my hair since 7th grade and I trust her implicitly.  And she knows this, so if she is not on board, it isn't happening.  Case in point: last April I asked for bangs.  I had no bangs when I left.

Quick. How many phone numbers do YOU know by heart?

Do you remember when the sole source of telephone communication was the home phone? 
I remember being so very very excited that my parents gave me my own phone line in high school.  That same phone line is now the fax line for my Dad's business.  (Justin R. Timberlake faxes important shit daily.)
I can easily remember when my friends in high school had pagers because cell phones were like iPads... the cool new thing that you wanted but your parents told you were too expensive for a child your age.  And yes, I am looking through my cheap ass rose colored glasses and am pretending that 80% of students at my old high school do not actually own iPads, humor me, I am old and cheap.
Now?  I can barely function without the use of my cell phone.  My husband told me in the nicest way possible that he could that I may have a slight problem with technology rage and that normal people do not react to slow internet uploads with such fury.  Personally, I feel that he is overreacting to my overreacting, but that is a post for another time.
My beloved loved trusty Blackberry was murdered over Labor Day weekend.  Actually the judge ruled it involuntary phoneslaughter, but added on depraived indifference to appease me.  Regardless, I was awarded little for the pain and suffering caused by hours of emailing and adding lost phone numbers into my new phone. 
I honestly know 5 numbers by heart.  3 of those belong to my parents and 1 to my husband.  Sad. (Justin R Timberlake's number is NOT the 5th, but hopefully soon.)
So, here it is about 3 weeks later and I am about to go through this misery AGAIN. 
I bought a Garminfone because I figured getting a phone and a Gramin map direction thing all in one was a sweet deal and for once in my life I might have some cool tech gadget that none of my friends had.
Joke's on me.  This phone sucks ass.
The phone has, in it's lifetime dropped 20+ calls, most of which were to my mother and I could look past that, but really?  Also, rings when it wants to.  Randomly locks itself and wont let me back in. 
I HATE YOU PHONE.

So, question is now... what kind of phone should I get?
*Hint, if you answer iPhone I will come through the computer and strangle you... my company won't use iPhones for work email, blah blah blah.
Help... anyone?  I would really like something with cool applications, but honestly if I can keep a call connected 100% of time I won't complain.
Also, Glee?  How I have missed you.
And you too Justin R Timberlake.

It's That Time Of Year Again

No, not football season. Or the dumb holidays. This is way more important than that. Its Halloween. You have to understand something about me. I. LOVE. HALLOWEEN. Yes, I am nearly 30. And yes, I am a strong believer in the dress-like-a-slut rule. Well at least I used to be until I stopped being a size 6. Which now that I think about it was quite a while ago. Which means I now believe in the dress-like-a-ridiculous-person rule.

And when I say a ridiculous person, this is what I mean:

Dont laugh. I was crowned Queen of the Trailer Park.

So my internet friends who’s opinion I trust more than anyone I know in real life, I need your help. I am all out of inspiration for an original yet hilarious idea. My original plan was to dress N in some overalls and a red shirt and call him Mario so that I could dress like Princess Peach with no shame but I went to Target and saw that Mario and Luigi are actually popular costumes this year. WTF? Any ideas? And remember, this is a brainstorming session, therefore there are no bad ideas.

Love,

Gina