This is what you get when I’m tired

You know how sometimes you’re tired, then the next day you are also tired and that continues for several days until you’re so tired you feel awake? But also like you’ve tipped back a whole bottle of wine and feeling kind of loopy?

That’s what you get today on It’s Blogworthy.

I just feel like word vomiting on my blog today and sharing some random thoughts that wouldn’t quite flesh out into a real blog.

You know what I like to do? Roll my eyes. I roll my eyes all the time at everything. There is nothing more satisfying than a good, hard eye roll when something is bothering you. Someone taking too long to pull out of a parking space? Roll your eyes at them! Someone sends you a stupid email asking you the same question you’ve answered 14,000 times already? Roll your eyes at it! Your husband someone acting like a ding dong? Roll your eyes at him them!

Seriously, try it. Savor the feeling of your eyeballs pushing taught against your eyelids. The delicious tug of your eye muscles as you rotate those balls right around in the socket. God, it’s exhilarating. It makes me feel alive.

Rolling my eyes

That’s the STUFF.

I’ve gotten in trouble for my eye rolling before because I do it so indiscriminately.¬† I may be a 30 year old woman, but I have the eyes of a 13 year old girl, what with all the rolling and so forth. I mean, one day I rolled my eyes at the dog. Really? Really Amanda? The dog? She doesn’t understand what an eye roll is. That’s not going to speed up her poop.

All this probably means I should cool it with the eye rolling before my child realizing what it means and I’m cursed to years of sassy childhood eye rolling.

PS. I just looked in my purse for my lipstick and discovered I have a can of cat treats in there. A whole can. If that’s the mark of a crazy cat lady, I don’t know what is.

So, there is this building on my way to work that used to house a pizza place, but the pizza place closed. Now that building is for rent. Ok, WAS for rent. Someone bought it, painted over the gigantic pizza mural on the store front, and popped up a new sign:

“Thirteenth Street Palace: Sushi and American Cousine”

Let’s break it down:

  • Thirteenth Street Palace = better than State Route 441 Palace, for sure, but is it really a best practice to name a restaurant¬† based on the street address when the address is a number?
  • Sushi….and American? I wonder if they know, regardless of how prevalent Sushi places are in the US, that it’s not American food? One of these things is not like the other………….
  • Cousine. I’m serious. Someone designed, proofed, printed and paid for a sign with the word Cousine.

One day I’m gonna get cray-cray enough to take a picture of that mother while I’m driving because I’m dangerous like that. Wild, like a tiger.

Imagine for a minute we work together. Your cube is right next to mine. Hi, neighbor! This blog is exactly the type of blabber you get whenever I alter my normal mental state with coffee, too much or not enough sleep, a carb coma or pregnancy hormones.

Oh my stars, I’m going to regret this post in the morning.

Are you feeling cray cray today? Word vomit in my comments please.

 

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