Obsessions

For those of you who know me, the real me, you know I have a few obessessions (addictions, whatever), one of them is blogs. I love reading blogs of people who know how to write, and by this I mean, really express emotion, and their personality. So when i came across this blog, I felt a "shift" in my blogging was about to begin. I know what I'm capable of, but this chick, amazing. Seriously, who describes something amazing as "balls"!?

Example: "we tried out a new restaraunt and it was balls!"

I love that! Also, I love shock value. Howard Stern has been outdone. Describing how one uses a "no smoking" sign from a flight across country as a pseudo-pad in her undies is considered shocking. And I love it! I salavate when I see my google reader has a new post from her. So, in the midst of my new fascination, I shall attempt to post, with better detail (but not too much better, as I fear a co-worker may find this blog, bleh) the comings and goings of life that is US! (me, john, charlotte, ben, oscar, Cause for the Paws), etc.

Alright, so in case you forgot, a while back I was having some MAJOR issues with AT&T and our iphone. Aside from their service sucking, and having to make any calls on our back porch, as all Cell towers in Ballwin were in poor condition, the cost of service per month was costing me OVER $250. Plus, following each bill was always a notice of our service being cut off for non payment. Something was totally fucked. I called everyone I could imagine, and even used our work database for the "big wigs" phone number. And FYI, the higher up they are in the company, the dumber they are. John's uncle Mark finally caught wind of my problems and came to the rescue, and offered to piggy back us on to his office's plan, and put us in touch with their customer service rep. Big Mistake. This guy was a bigger dick than anyone I had already spoken to. After 3 weeks of trying to get in touch with him, John finally emailed him and gave him a peice of his mind- and copied fun Uncle (lawyer) Mark. Well, here we are, a couple weeks later, with a nice $500 credit on our account from a "class action" suit in the wind. Nevermind the class action suite, but HFS! Our bill is 3 pages of credits on our account! Assholes.

Anyway- so the few weeks of dealing with that, and past issues with my bank, charlotte's broken leg, etc, I've been left with a blistering tension headache for the past week. I sort of hit my "f this" moment sunday when I was in bed all day, doped up on muscle relaxants. John's never really seen me look so pathetic, as I usually never feel totally sick enough not to work out...Sunday, i did not feel balls. So he promised a full body massage Monday night. Holy crap, i wanted it too! Our regular massage lady is in Mexico (and sort of a stressing-type person, so i never really leave de-stressed), and I just needed the rub down. I came home, had a quick run, sat in a hot bath, had my pitiful veggie dinner, and stood in front of john, just to show I was ready. So, we went into our bedroom, and I lay on the bed ready to go. He started massaging my shoulders and my back and it felt great. He talked the entire time, which is par for the course with him, but I zoned out. Next thing I know- he's flying off my back and running out the door. Apparently, I zoned out so much I farted on him while he was sitting on my back. Oops!

But, I'm nice and sore today, and not as tense! Thanks babe!