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I did a lot of nothing today. It was nice. I did get to take a nap though. That was nice. Chris made turkey wraps and then we went to Kohl's. We got a veggie grill basket and 2 picture frames.

In the next 2 months, we have 3 weddings to attend and two engagement parties to go to. One of which, we're giving. I'm not really sure what the sudden rush on weddings is. Next year, at this exact same time, we have three more to go to. Two being family, and one being friends. That's a lot of wedding gifts. Sheesh.

So, this engagement party we're giving next weekend. I can't decide what kind of food I want to make. I had planned on doing sandwiches, salad, fruits, etc etc...but now I'm thinking of something else. Something more...St. Louis. Like Mostaccioli. I haven't completely decided though. I may just do the sandwich thing after all. We'll see. Maybe I'll do cute little cucumber sandwiches.

Have you ever disliked someone for various reasons, none of which you can pinpoint to be the breaking decision, but continued to talk to them because it's like a bad habit you can't break? It's funny that I have, considering I'm a straight-to-the-point, call-it-as-I-see-it kind of girl. As hard-assed as I can appear, for some reason, I just don't like hurting people's feelings. Of course, if you could hear what goes through my head on most days regarding people, you'd probably cry and run, but it never makes it out of my mouth. I can't figure out why. Before I met Chris and got married, I didn't have a problem hurting people's feelings. As a matter of fact, I did it for fun. Something happened over the past 6 years that made me soften up. I need to get that hard-ass attitude back. I miss it. Oh to tell people what I really think. Oh to tell people I don't like, "I DON'T LIKE YOU FUCKER." That would be sweetass satisfaction. I'm sorry if this post ruins your sweetie pie, girly shopping-lover image of me, but it's just the facts. I hate people and I just may hate you.

Another thing that pisses me off about people, is the fact that people seem to think I give a shit. I don't. I really don't. I don't care about your marital problems, or your kid problems or your family problems or the fact that your blood pressure is high or the fact that you hate your boss. I honestly don't care. Of course, I don't tell you I don't care. I listen, but don't listen. I have the "yeah, oh yeah? Oh?" thing down pretty good. I nod, and smile, smile and frown and make any facial expression that you would expect me to, but I do not listen anymore. If you asked me what you just said while you're bitching to me about something, I'd be blank. Sometimes I wonder what it is about me that draws people to me like maggots on rotting meat. I often wonder if I have a tattoo that's only visible to people who want to bitch about something that is on my forehead. That's really all I can think of.

I'll just go ahead and add that this week was a rough one at work. It was like a week long train wreck. Everyday was an explosion of bullshit. A PR nightmare, an HR nightmare, an IT nightmare and several other nightmares that I won't talk about here. I'm really hoping next week will be uneventful. Somehow I doubt it though.

We're not taking a "big" vacation this next year. Well, we are, but not our usual tropical vacation. We're spending a little over a week at Kentucky Lake. I guess I'm excited about it. I can't really decide. Lots of alcohol will be consumed. This much I know.

Well, I hadn't planned on talking about hating people. Actually, I was going to talk about something much more interesting...like cake. I'll save that for next time though.