Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Terrible, hormonal monster!!!!


Ok, now that I've gotten that out of the way...

I just had a moment where I want to vent because I hate, I mean HATE, when these things happen to me lately!!

Again, my co-worker, great as she is, and I really don't think she realizes that these things happen...but she was telling me about another of our co-workers who just found out that he and his wife are having another baby! They weren't trying so they're pretty excited about it just being meant to be...but anyways...original co-worker is the one adopting...she's talking to me about things...and says this, "Then Monroe would have a friend :)" (Monroe is her little girl's name and she was referring to the new baby from other co-worker)...well, what about my baby?!?!?!??!!? Am I just chopped liver in this workplace excitement?!?!?!

UGH...I just wish that a couple of my friends could be honestly happy for me...but they let their pride or something get in the way...

I think I might cry...stupid hormones!

Okay okay...enough wallowing self-pity! I know y'all are tired of that garbage!


In the spur of the moment, I was laying on the bed while Steven was doing his hair for his "Wolverine" look and I didn't have a clue what I was going to be that evening. I saw his jersey's hanging there...and thought...why not be a football player?? Well, ran the idea past Steven and it developed into me being his football alias "Merv Jackson"...haha (that's a whole different story)...so anyways..I was my own boyfriend for Halloween!

I wish I had e-mailed myself the picture of Steven and I together so that you can see how much he really does look like "Wolverine"...maybe tomorrow! :)


my little world said...

cheer up.. maybe your co-worker was just saying that because the one that just found out she was pregnant is "new news"...

Apryl said...

First of all, try not to worry about co-workers letting their demon-seed play with your wonderful bundle of joy...no need to air your dirty laundry for all the office to gossip about should yours and their child have some sort of spat over a teething ring and you're suddenly off the Christmas Card list.

You know who your friends are, and more importantly, who know how important this is to YOU, and the rest of the world can piss off.