Thursday Thirteen (13) Things That Should Make Me Worry About Myself

I was browsing my fave blogs, when I happened upon some one's confession of an event that still makes them worry about themselves. I think we all have these things in my life. Here are some of mine, as I felt the topic alone was worthy:

Things that do or should have made me worry about myself:

1. This was completely unintentional when I was a toddler. Really, it was, I have thought a lot about whether I may have intentionally done this. I thought my guinea pig was dancing for me. Note, radiators get hot and they are at toddler height. Watch your kids with pets around these things. I was horrified when I realized what I had done.


2. Drank a whole mug of Captain Morgans straight during college on a bet.


3. Let someone I didn't realize that I didn't know into my booth during an all nighter cashier job at a gas station. Then after I realized I didn't know him, but that he knew some friends, proceeded to get high with him. Nothing happened, but not quite the brightest moment in my whole life.


4. Which would lead to, leaving the gas station unattended to go to a frat party. My ex boyfriend was lucky enough to get me the job, AND the phone call the next early AM morning to let him know it was robbed. Yeah, I was an asshole.


5. Walking out on more than a few jobs. Actually, I would have been more worried if I hadn't LOL. Especially the gas station job where the "boys" who worked there tried to look up my shorts when I stocked the cigarettes. Lovely.


6. The time I threatened to throw my boss down the empty elevator shaft, and then get in the elevator and press the down button the next time he screwed with my work. This was the time I realized it may be time for a career change. In my defense, he didn't understand the correctly done depreciation schedule, so he redid it, overwrote the right one, then I had to point out to him dividing by fractions in the last year makes assets go into negative numbers, and he was a few million off in his depreciation estimate. Mine was right, and if he had just asked.......thank God he made about twice my salary.


7. Related to six, I was asked if I wanted his job. I said no, they fired him, I had to do his and my job for my same salary. Really started to question my judgement and strategic skills at this point. And no, he never did report or complain about the threat of death on my part.


8. My reconciling with my step mother EVER!!! What the F was I thinking????


9. The fact that I did not take the cats away from my father, who neglected them and allowed them all to die alone one way or another. I should have just taken them.


10. Went out on more pity dates with creepy guys than I would like to remember. That is no favor to anyone.


11. Used to have unkind thoughts about one particular old secretary. I used to call her leathery cheeks (um, not to her face). She unreasonably annoyed me.


12. The fact that people I don't like want to call me their friend, and people I do like usually don't want to be my friend:( What is the deal with that? My husband has the same problem.


13. The one time I felt truly helpless was when I thought corporate America was the only way I could make money. Now it seems to be the only way you can get truly screwed. What took me so long?

Sunday Secret

Unless I see the following actors side by side, I have trouble identifying.....

Only because in Black Snake Moan, Samuel looked tiny and had a beard and full head of hair. It's obvious when he's bald and clean shaven.

I have always had trouble figuring out whether it's Di Nero or Pacino. I have become better at identifying which is which when they are not side by side pictures recently, but I still need to think about it way to long.

Sunday Secret

I talked a little bit about IMHO the "real" reason my S Donor visits my blog.

My secret is, even if he was visiting because he honestly missed me, I would still not want to renew a relationship with him.

Sunday Secret

I am very cynical about big business and politics, but then isn't everyone who isn't niave?

Sunday Secret

I wish that I could say that I was NOTHING like either my E or S Donor. That includes artistic and creative talent, et et.....

Sunday Secret

I feel weak because I need to take medication for my condition.

Inspired by this site.

Saturday Secrets

I finally came up with a secret to post to postsecret. I can't post what it is, as I don't want anyone to know, but I love the concept at postsecret, and it's been bothering me that I couldn't think of something. Then after a few glasses of wine tonight, I was like duh!! Of course.

So that's kind of exciting, I will probably work up the postcard tomorrow.

Kind of a short post today, still getting back to the "happy me" place.

I don't know if these situations work this way for anyone else? First I need to feel and bottom out. Then I have a day of the dulldrums (and neither of these have happened for a good long while, and I used to experience these at least once a month when I was in contact with the parent hell units). After a "mental health day" I start to become me again. The thing is, if I repress the feelings the bottom can and will last a really long time. Whereas when I "share" all my angst, we are talking several hours tops, and not any heart wrenching sobs et.

So that is progress LOL. My sense of humor has returned, but it was gone for a complete day. That is a travesty, my friends, and should NEVER happen.

Valentine's Post Secrets

These will most likely disappear into cyber space soon, so check out posecrets "Sunday Valentine Edition". I love postsecrets. I am still trying to get up the nerve to send one of my own. You might remember that I tried to come up with some. I think I have come up with a few, course my husband still knows every one:)

Postsecrets-I can't think of one, does that mean I am boring?

I love postsecrets. I have some secrets. Well, technically my husband would know about every single little one. Then some other people, in addition, may know about some others. The ones between me and my husband are ours and private.

Still, one would think, there would be some other fun secret out there. I really want to send one in, and I have wracked my brain. Nothing!! Oh, there is boring shit that I could send in like "I really wish you weren't my dad." Or "remember when I said you could live with us when you got old, and I joked that you would be in the cellar. Well, I wasn't joking, and you can't live with us period."

I don't know, that just doesn't feel so fullfilling. Not so fun either. I kind of want a fun secret. You know, something that makes me not feel old or bitter. I have been trying to spice my life up a bit lately. Maybe something like "Remember the crabapple tree in your back yard? We did it there right out in the open!!" Course, now that you know one of my secrets, I will have to kill you.