Consider it Done.

I'm over it. Wow, that was a lot easier said, typed, thought, ect. than expected. I've had my little revelation. And while you probably could have hospitalized me 2mos ago, I feel amazing and have for a week now. C wasn't "the one", my "true love", my soul mate, perfect, meant to be, blah blah. He passed the time...what I like to call a passer-byer. That's what he'll remain if he keeps treating girls the way he does. Judging by his track record, yep, a passer-byer,. C got me over T & that's the only reason he was in my life. My oldest sister kept saying, "Megan, I think you're struggling with this b/c you've never been rejected." (Screwed over, definitely, but never dropped like a bad habit.) I said, "No, no, you're wrong. I really am upset b/c...well blah blah blah." She was right. Plus, I happen to always catch the eyes of BOYS who have more of an ALLOWANCE than my pay check. What winners!!!!

WORK- amazing! I'm afraid I've grown to attached to too many of my patients!! I can't help it...working 7days in a row, you learn to love them!!! Being a nurse has definitely made me completely inappropriate. As if I wasn't inappropriate before, but my career has worsened me!!! Like I said, I laugh at the wrong time...ALWAYS!!

I would like to tell you a story about a fax machine. I began faxing at age 13 when I was an office aide in Junior High, hah. So almost 11yrs later, I'm sending a fax via copy machine, & I ask for help from a colleague. She walks over & asks me if I hit the 'facsimile' button. I asked, "What did you call it??" She says, "Facsimilie." I said, "No way! That's how you pronounce it?? I've always thought it was facsimile (Fash-a-meal)!!" Bahahah!! That doesn't even make sense!!! I haven't told my dad b/c he will embarrassed I'm his daughter, so surprise, Dad, when you read this!!! hahahh!!

You know, reading my Bob O'Reilly book, I've decided I'm the Bob O'Reilly of my little world. At work, nothing is open the hours I'm there except the Go Store, which has candy, chips, hot dogs, (No, I don't work at a baseball field), & sandwiches. The ladies who make them could possibly be the MEANEST women ALIVE!!!!!! It's like the Seinfeld episode "No soup for you!!". You can't order too fast or too slow. They will bite your head off either way. They're like black widows, evil. (Side story: At a young age, I watched a documentary w/ my mom on black widows being in shoes. To this day, I check my shoes for spiders!!!! What? Why? So they can bite my hand? Isn't logical, I know.) Anyway, I happen to ask for my sandwich toasted, which REALLY ticks them off, b/c they say w/ the worst attitude possible, "WE CAN'T TOAST. WE HAVE A GRILL!" It's a panini presser basically, get over yourself. So, my fellow colleagues don't go to the Go Store w/ me b/c they don't want to be associated w/ me since I always get in trouble my the Sandwich Maker. I get it; you don't like making grilled cheeses at 0430, but I don't enjoy wiping butt either at that hour...it's all apart of the job description! I get rude w/ them b/c they treat ppl soooooo horribly!!!!

To end this entry, I'd like to tell you things I do/don't believe it. I know I can be obnoxious w/ my opinions (like O'Reilly, himself), & I do believe there can be exceptions to every rule, so don't cast me out yet. Here goes:

Don't believe in:

ADHD/ADD: Kids, who wants to do homework?? I'd much rather watch TV too, but turn off the Play Station, & do your damn homework. While you're at it, play outside until the street lights come on, may do you some justice.

Fibromyalgia: Definition= Chronic pain (chronic mean lasting >6 mos). Really? Whose back doesn't hurt after working all day or eyeballs from staring at a computer screen? I'd like to cut my legs off half the time after I run, but I don't....& I don't take pain medicine. Man up!

Brazilian Butt Lift/P90x/diet pills: Umm, get your lazy butt off the couch, take away the potato chips, & do some lunges!!! Run, walk, lift weights, whatever. You don't need to get a booty boot after spending your life savings on Ally & Jillian Michael's tapes. Try exercising.

Any reality show about New Jersey: Real winners. They are darker than my Mexican relatives in TX. Stop w/ the orange spray tans. 'The Situation' came out w/ a book. Who knew he could read & write?? Can't wait to read about his 6pack & nasty girls he takes home every night. I may be from Alabama, but yeah, New Jersey, you look real cool.

SPCA/PETA: Really??? What about the children who get beat or live in orphanages? Enough said.

What I believe in:

Confession: Half my life in this Bible Belt state, I've been criticized for going to confession. You try admitting your faults/sins to someone, & tell me how it goes. It's embarrassing & afterwards, you decide that maybe you shouldn't do that again b/c you don't want to have to confess to another human being.

Music: Well, ppl that write their own music goes a lot farther. Music is probably one of my saving graces. I love to apply every lyric to my life, whether it's about a country singer who lost their dog or a rap song about losing yourself. Hahah. I could be retarded.

Paying it Forward: No good deed goes unnoticed.

Karma: It may contradict my religious beliefs, but I honestly believe you will be reimbursed for the good & bad things you do. When I screw up, it's not a day later, something bad happens to me. Look at my flat tire record, okay?

Mexican workers: I may be bias b/c my Grandma's name is Dora, but what else 74yr old do you know that works 40hrs/wk. She loves her job; she loves to work. They are verrrrry hard workers.


Enough is enough!! Bye Bye!!!! :)