The good, the bad and ugly
I stumbled across this post at this hysterical blog and thought to myself “you know that would be a good post” Cause this girl is fresh out!
The good
I am a giver. I will do anything for anyone. I love to help people. You need help moving? Call me, organizing and packing items make me excited.
My word is good. If I say I am going to do something I will do it. You don’t have to ask me twice. I treat people the way I want to be treated.
The bad
I’ve develop this crazy anxiety. Just ask M, he says I FIND things to worry about. It’s crazy; I often have to tell myself to STOP. TAKE A DEEP BREATH. EVERYTHING WILL BE OK.
Sometimes I forget to stop and smell the roses. I get too busy doing the “not so important stuff, like cleaning, cooking, organizing etc” when I should stop and just enjoy my family.
The ugly
I can’t save money to save my life. This drives M crazy. He’s all, “let’s save for a year and build up our retirement”. Me: hey I found 20bucks lets go spend it! I mentally spend money before I get it. Don’t get me wrong. I make sure bills are paid and we have food on the table, but what’s left you better believe I’m buying something. Thank GOD I have savings come out of my check and I never see/touch that money.
I can be a little mouthy. If someone cuts in line, you better believe I’m saying something. Of course I say it politely with just a touch of sassiness, but I’m saying something.
Small story: On a girl’s weekend trip to FL. We had to take a cab home after a long night of bootie shaking and maybe one too many red bull vodka’s, My really intoxicated friend happened to get a little “sick” in the car. When we arrived home the cab driver tried to charge us an insane amount of money because of a little barf on the door.
Drunk or not, my mouth piped up and I think the words that FLEW out of my mouth were “ THE HELL YOU ARE?” as I grabbed a napkin and begin cleaning it up. I’m pretty sure the cab driver was still talking to me when I escorted everyone out of the car and sent the driver on his merry way.
DYING! Sweet mother that was hysterical - how he didn't call the cops on us, no one knows! Memories!
ReplyDeleteYour "ugly" and my "ugly" are pretty spot on. But, I don't call it "ugly," I call it, "ya can't take the cash with ya when you die!" Scott HATES this theory. He's clearly the saver and budget-er. (Budget: probably the worst word in the English language as far as I'm concerned.)
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