Sh*t I Hate Sunday...

Hello blog-o-sphere!
Another awesome edition of Shit I hate Sunday…





Because sometimes it just feels really good to moan & groan!

So let’s get to it…
Shit I hate…

I hate that I have to watch every morsel of food that goes into my mouth and sweat my balls off at the gym – why cant I be a skinny bitch that eats 9,000 calories a day and never gains an ounce? Or even better – those peeps who actually consume weight gainer! And yeah, yeah, yeah – I know everyone has their own battle – but trust me, it’s way more fun putting weight on than taking it off!

I hate that I have put a bazillion applications/resumes out there and have not had one bite and now I am second guessing my brilliant choice to leave the mind-f**king ex-job when I know damn well that was the best decision! The thought of regretting that choice burns my ass!

I hate this economy and the fact that three years later we aren’t much better off than when we lost everything (business, house, car – it was ugly!). Seriously! Yeah Brian finally has a better position but it’s still a shitty job where he is highly underpaid. And he is friggen happy to have the job because Rhode Island has one of the highest unemployment rates in the country! Something has got to give, right???

I hate the insomnia that comes with my happy pills (Wellbutrin). So I am up until 2am most nights (not even being productive unless you call surfin’ the net or playing SIMS is productive?) and up at 6am the next morning. I hit the wall at around 5pm but yet when I finally get the little miss to bed I am wide awake? It’s a wicked vicious cycle and lasts until I finally just crash and burn like I did last night! But I would rather have all of this than be the cloudy sad/mad gal who was constantly in a funk that I was before.

I hate that a good portion of the world is a cookie-cutter version of one another where status is more important than ANYTHING.


There ya have it… be sure to link up, fess up, and feel better!
I know I do!
♥cyn♥

Sh*t I Hate Sunday...

I am slackin – but you know I am dying to bitch – so here goes!

Shit I hate…

I hate people who bitch non-stop about work. Ummm its called *work* for a reason and if you hate it so much do something about it. I did and don’t regret it one bit – well my bank account is wicked pissed at me – but what else is new?

I hate getting older. I realize I am not old… but I am getting older and I am noticing *stuff* -- fine wrinkles, gravity hitting and I am not talking about tits and ass – weird places I never thought gravity even had anything to do with. Oh and grey hair – and it blows. I wanna know how this happened because I don’t feel a day over 34!

I hate girls who wear makeup and dress like hoochies at the gym. And I generally don’t mind the hoochie look – as an ex-hoochie and all. But at the gym? Come on – that is just dumb!

I hate when people cannot take a joke – yes there are some things that just arent cool to joke about – but jeesh, life is too short to be pissed off at everything ALL the freakin’ time!

I hate that I finally got twitter kinda figured out and now I am a twithead poking around on there all the time – like I got time for that shit?

I hate that I had a ton of shit I wanted to write about earlier and damn if I can remember any of it now.

And with that I end this – go link up or at least stalk this hot mama!

And when your done pervin’ her – be sure to link up to my first evah blog hop no more muffin top weekend blog hop on my spanky new diet blog misadventures of a chunky goddess.

Peace out – oh wait, I hate when people say that.

♥cyn♥

Sh*t I Hate Sunday...

As I haven’t participated in awhile and so obviously have pent up hate that I must vent…

I hate that summer is technically over – I know all you peeps like fall but ack – give me heat, flip flops, pool time, and BBQ’s ANY day!

I hate people who always have it worse than you – you know the type – no matter what is going on they have to top out your misery? Really – is misery a competition now and I didn’t know?
How stoooopid!

I hate buying school supplies. Seriously, I need a small loan to keep up with this stuff. $18.99 for a Trapper Keeper? Are you fucking high????

I hate bitches – wait I love bitches – but I hate bitchy bitches! The type that will burn your ass in a New York minute over petty nonsense like men, money, and such.
Women gotta unite – not stab each other in the back!

I hate pretzel M&M’s because they taste so damn good with their amazing perfection of sweet and salty! I eat a whole ginormous bag in one night and can’t even blame it on the kids!
*sigh*

I realllllllly hate when I am asked a question and the person who asks answers it for me before I have a chance to utter a word. Why ask me in the first place if you so obviously KNOW-IT-ALL? Grrrr… makes me wanna punch someone right in the kisser – in a nice way of course.
*wink*

I hate PMS – no amount of Wellbutrin, liquor or even pretzel M&M’s eases this crap. I never was like this until I hit 40? Now I am a raging psycho -- in a nice way of course; NOT!

And finally... and this is a big one that will probably piss people off but I just have to say something.
I hate that people down South feel compelled to let those effected by Hurricane Irene know that it was *No Katrina*. Ummm yeah, we know that and I am pretty sure not one of us EVER compared the two. We know Katrina was a historic disaster in which hundreds of thousands of people’s lives were forever changed or worse lost! I am from the Mississippi Gulf Coast so I personally know people who lost loved ones and everything they own. In comparison Irene was mild. But I am sorry, no matter who you are or what has happened to you – you have to have SOME compassion because Irene did devastate areas up here and people did die, lost their homes and belongings, and have been without power, running water, and food for a week now. Not too mention the douchebag scam artists posing as FEMA or insurance agents or the blatant assholes who are looting and stealing. No matter how you look at it – it’s a bad, bad, BAD scene!

Hatred vented...
Wanna play along and get it off your chest?
Link up and rant along with us!











♥cyn♥

Sh*t I Hate Sunday...

I generally live by the belief that positive energy brings positive things... BUT sometimes ya just gotta vent and get shit off your chest. I think if I vented a bit more in a positive way -- I might feel a lot less on the verge of having a meltdown.

So with that being said...
I have decided to play along with this fun hop.
Link up, rock the button, and play along if ya feel like it.












I hate people who kiss ass -- especially on Facebook -- you know the type; no matter what certain people post they ALWAYS *like* it or make comments about it. So annoying and transparent...

I hate that my Goddess Group is on hiatus for the summer. I TOTALLY get why -- people are busy this time of year being elsewhere -- but doesn't mean I won't miss my girls and our kickass chickness!

I hate that the very first day I wore my brandy-new peacock feather earrings I lost one... super FAIL!

I hate that I haven't been true to myself in too long to remember... but I am SO working on that and will bounce back and then you are all screwed... HA!

I hate that my hair is turning gray -- wait -- I LOATHE that my hair is going gray. Yeah, yeah I am 41 in years but seriously I only feel 31 at best and that is way too friggen young to have gray! And yes there is hair color -- but ack trying to blend my roots to the rest of my color sucketh... boo hiss!

I hate that I let my cute little herb garden bite the dust... okay I still have rosemary and chives -- but my sage, oregano, and basil are toast. Sad!

And last but not least and certainly my biggest rant...
I hate when people come to my work (I work in retail photography -- The Studio at Target to be exact) and want the same service they would receive at a private photographer for Target prices. Seriously -- a private photographer can charge $500 just for a sitting fee -- that is NOT including portraits-- which can cost into the thousands of dollars. They usually have at least one assistant and have THREE HOURS for a sitting. If you want your babies portraits to look like all the FABULOUS shots you see on Google images or Pintrest -- PAY FOR THEM! Not that we don't do amazing work -- we DO -- but we are on a tight schedule -- ten minute sittings on busy days (yeah and I wonder why I take Wellbutrin now) and I certainly do not have an assitant helping me set up backgrounds and props or to help me pose, style (amazing how many parents come in with their kids looking like they just rolled outta bed), and round up (a nice word for chase down) children. All of that for a self-proclaimed *picky* parent to whip out their $7.99 coupon and try to whittle down the price from there...
ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

*wow that felt good*

In totally unrelated but necessary news:

I know I am just a few days in on the new meds but I swear I already feel different. Okay I don't *feel* different -- I just feel less anxious and apprehensive about EVERYTHING.

For example...
Yesterday at work on a busy Saturday being booked solid in the morning and working with a new gal(who is a sweetheart but just new and inexperienced which means I need to shoot all day) the camera decides to shit the bed in the middle of a sitting.
I spent an hour on helpdesk, I had to reschedule the people waiting in the lobby, call the upcoming sittings to reschedule, and send the poor new girl to another studio to get us a replacement camera. We were down for almost three hours and normally this type of chaos would send me in a tailspin. I might seem okay on the outside but I would have been DYING on the inside.
Yesterday that wasn't the case.
I dealt with it and didn't panic.
AT ALL.
I didn't come home in a bad mood (shocking) and I wasn't ranting about work all night.
*woa*

So yeah... I am really liking this Wellbutrin. It seems to be doing exactly what it is suppose to -- and I am shocked that it seems to be helping this early on. But I am also realistic... I know it is a process and not an instant cure. I could totally freak out in another situation.
But I am making progress -- and that shit I like!

♥cyn♥