Here are my delayed New Years Resolutions:
1. Appreciate the wonderful people and things I have in my life.
2. Be happier with myself as I am.
…3. Lose the ten pounds I gained at home. (Come on, everyone knew this one was coming.)
I know that I have not written in my blog in a long time, like over a month or something, but I am a busy girl! Work is insane, and I am convinced my boss is getting eviler by the day! (Is eviler a word? Hmmm…) The week before our corporate holiday in December, I needed up in the emergency room twice! As many people know, I am allergic to just about everything- peanuts and wheat are the big food ones and are in almost everything (this makes my life very difficult, but very easy to eat healthy). The list also includes pollen, dust, mold, cats (I HATE cats, but they seem to LOVE me! It’s like they can sense the hatred and symptoms they will cause and flock towards me. They are disgusting animals. The whole litterbox and furball things totally gross me out!), rabbits, polyester and other synthetic fibers, etc. I like to say I am allergic to cheap things because when you think about it, all the things I am allergic to are cheap! Peanuts are the cheapest nut, although they are technically not a nut because they grow in the ground, and bread and pasta are cheap and they are made of wheat. Polyester is cheap, not to mention hideous. Cats are cheap- they give the fucking things away at the humane society!
Anyway, back to my evil boss and the ER. I must have ate something I am allergic to Sunday night, because the next Monday I woke up and was completely covered in hives! I let Billy Bob Butthead know I was going to the ER, and he got mad and gave me a laundry list of shit to do before the end of the day. I told him I would do the best I can. At the hospital, they drew blood and ran tests, and gave me some IVs of steroids, antihistamine, and pepsid. I was told to go home. When I got to work, asshole did not ask how I was, but reviewed the laundry list. The next day I woke up even worse! I called Billy Boy and he told me to hurry up at the hospital. I went back to the ER and went through the same drive, except this time in addition to all the other drugs I got some epinephrine! Holy shit, I felt like Uma Thurman in Pulp Fiction! I thought my fucking heart was going to jump out of my fucking chest! Then they gave me some prescriptions for steroids and pepsid, and told me to go home…but I went to work instead…again. When I got in, Bill was upset that I was late again and wanted to know what I had gotten done that day. I said, “Bill, I have severe food allergies and have been in the hospital the past two days. I am doing the best I can.” He said, “Well, I have a bad cold, but I am still here!” The nerve of that bastard! So I was like, “I am here against doctors’ orders for the second day. With all the drugs in my system, I could get a DUI if I were pulled over. Give me a break- I am doing the best I can.” Then he felt me alone. All during that week, I received so many comments about how no one could believe I came into work, how I looked like hell, and what an ass my boss is.
Okay, enough complaining! I went home to the F-port for the holidays!!! My sisters were home, so it was great to see them and my parents. But what a time getting home! All of my flights there and back were delayed, AND my luggage was lost! That was not so fun, but it was so nice to be home. The lack of clothing in New York gave me the excuse to buy the pair of Hudsons I have been pining over, so it was a blessing in disguise! Two of my best friends in the whole world came to visit! Leslie is one of the only people I still talk to from high school. We lived in the same neighborhood in Fairfax, VA. I did her English and World Studies homework…why, I am not sure. She stopped by on her way from Canada to North Carolina- she goes to Duke for her PT Doctorate. And Emmers the Great came for NYE!!! My parents held their annual “Bingo Bash” and she just could not miss it. (I know, Bingo sounds lame, but not when it is played Kleiman Style! This involves copious amounts of alcohol and delicious food and more copious amounts of alcohol. Our neighbors, friends, and family gather to eat, play Bingo, and get drunk off our asses! It is a lot of fun, although my Aunt Sylvia takes the game very seriously so my parents have to rig it so she wins at least one round.)
January was a blur. It went by too fast. I worked super long hours, and how only been out drinking like three times! This is practically an all-time low for me. I have been going to yoga a lot. It is great for building lean muscle mass…and I am in love with my yoga instructor. For once, I find a hot, straight, male, yoga instructor! And he is so nice and always notices when I am stressed and actually cares enough to try to help! Unfortunately, he is married with a baby. Boo. But now I have even more motivation to practice yoga, which can’t be a bad thing. This just furthers my theory that I am the only single person in Orange County.
A Day in the Life of Sara- wake up, gym, work, yoga, sleep. Repeat. Even on weekends. I missed one of my best friends birthdays in SD because of this. It sucks.
Honestly, my parents are the cutest and happiest couple I know. Recently, my dad bought my mom a brand new E350 4matic with the Sport Package (with some help from my corporate discount). This car is HOT! Silver with black interior, and so much fun to drive. It has ever option known to Mercedes-Benz and is the safest car on the road. This past Friday, my mom was in a horrible car accident. The weather was horrible, but she still went to the gym! (Neuroticisms about the gym and exercise run in the family.) She was on her way home and a teenage girl WITHOUT her night license driving in the opposite direction spun out and my home hit her. My mom was in shock and unable to get out of the car until help arrived. By some act of above, my mom and the girl were okay. But my poor mother was alone! I am in Cali, my dad was in Europe for business, Anna was in NYC for school, and Laura was out! The accident was about two minutes from home, and the police had to give her a ride. I am so incredible thankful my mom is okay, but I feel so incredibly guilty that I was not there for her! I was the first person she called, which was so touching, but I wanted to be there. I wish I could have been there to drive her home and keep her company. But in true Kleiman fashion, she hopped in the tub with a bottle of wine to relax! My dad got back the next day and she is fine, so it is not so bad. But still, I feel guilty. I feel like a bad daughter and friend for being so far away.
I am a nerd. I am more excited about Super Tuesday than the Super Bowl! As a marketing dork, I like watching the Super Bowl for the commercials. It is interesting to see the different approaches companies take to see an ROI and the 30-second $3 million investments. The most popular approach is humor with a celebrity. My personal favorite is from a few years ago. It was the Dove commercial for the “Campaign for Real Beauty.” This ended up to be a controversial commercial because it caused many fathers to reevaluate their relationships with their daughters and seen as too deep for the Super Bowl. But I love the message. Anyway, Super Tuesday! I am not as excited about Super Tuesday as I was a week ago. This is because my man Rudy is out of the race. Who was the dumbass who came up with that strategy?!?!?! I could have done better! I love Rudy and so do most people from New York. We love him about as much as we hate Hilary! Now I have no one to support. This sucks. I need to find someone to back. I hate all the candidates. During the last national election, my sister Anna didn’t like anyone. So, she wrote in Oprah’s name. Maybe I will still vote for Rudy. Or me! I could vote for me! Wait, you have to be thirty-five to run for President. Damn it!
1. Appreciate the wonderful people and things I have in my life.
2. Be happier with myself as I am.
…3. Lose the ten pounds I gained at home. (Come on, everyone knew this one was coming.)
I know that I have not written in my blog in a long time, like over a month or something, but I am a busy girl! Work is insane, and I am convinced my boss is getting eviler by the day! (Is eviler a word? Hmmm…) The week before our corporate holiday in December, I needed up in the emergency room twice! As many people know, I am allergic to just about everything- peanuts and wheat are the big food ones and are in almost everything (this makes my life very difficult, but very easy to eat healthy). The list also includes pollen, dust, mold, cats (I HATE cats, but they seem to LOVE me! It’s like they can sense the hatred and symptoms they will cause and flock towards me. They are disgusting animals. The whole litterbox and furball things totally gross me out!), rabbits, polyester and other synthetic fibers, etc. I like to say I am allergic to cheap things because when you think about it, all the things I am allergic to are cheap! Peanuts are the cheapest nut, although they are technically not a nut because they grow in the ground, and bread and pasta are cheap and they are made of wheat. Polyester is cheap, not to mention hideous. Cats are cheap- they give the fucking things away at the humane society!
Anyway, back to my evil boss and the ER. I must have ate something I am allergic to Sunday night, because the next Monday I woke up and was completely covered in hives! I let Billy Bob Butthead know I was going to the ER, and he got mad and gave me a laundry list of shit to do before the end of the day. I told him I would do the best I can. At the hospital, they drew blood and ran tests, and gave me some IVs of steroids, antihistamine, and pepsid. I was told to go home. When I got to work, asshole did not ask how I was, but reviewed the laundry list. The next day I woke up even worse! I called Billy Boy and he told me to hurry up at the hospital. I went back to the ER and went through the same drive, except this time in addition to all the other drugs I got some epinephrine! Holy shit, I felt like Uma Thurman in Pulp Fiction! I thought my fucking heart was going to jump out of my fucking chest! Then they gave me some prescriptions for steroids and pepsid, and told me to go home…but I went to work instead…again. When I got in, Bill was upset that I was late again and wanted to know what I had gotten done that day. I said, “Bill, I have severe food allergies and have been in the hospital the past two days. I am doing the best I can.” He said, “Well, I have a bad cold, but I am still here!” The nerve of that bastard! So I was like, “I am here against doctors’ orders for the second day. With all the drugs in my system, I could get a DUI if I were pulled over. Give me a break- I am doing the best I can.” Then he felt me alone. All during that week, I received so many comments about how no one could believe I came into work, how I looked like hell, and what an ass my boss is.
Okay, enough complaining! I went home to the F-port for the holidays!!! My sisters were home, so it was great to see them and my parents. But what a time getting home! All of my flights there and back were delayed, AND my luggage was lost! That was not so fun, but it was so nice to be home. The lack of clothing in New York gave me the excuse to buy the pair of Hudsons I have been pining over, so it was a blessing in disguise! Two of my best friends in the whole world came to visit! Leslie is one of the only people I still talk to from high school. We lived in the same neighborhood in Fairfax, VA. I did her English and World Studies homework…why, I am not sure. She stopped by on her way from Canada to North Carolina- she goes to Duke for her PT Doctorate. And Emmers the Great came for NYE!!! My parents held their annual “Bingo Bash” and she just could not miss it. (I know, Bingo sounds lame, but not when it is played Kleiman Style! This involves copious amounts of alcohol and delicious food and more copious amounts of alcohol. Our neighbors, friends, and family gather to eat, play Bingo, and get drunk off our asses! It is a lot of fun, although my Aunt Sylvia takes the game very seriously so my parents have to rig it so she wins at least one round.)
January was a blur. It went by too fast. I worked super long hours, and how only been out drinking like three times! This is practically an all-time low for me. I have been going to yoga a lot. It is great for building lean muscle mass…and I am in love with my yoga instructor. For once, I find a hot, straight, male, yoga instructor! And he is so nice and always notices when I am stressed and actually cares enough to try to help! Unfortunately, he is married with a baby. Boo. But now I have even more motivation to practice yoga, which can’t be a bad thing. This just furthers my theory that I am the only single person in Orange County.
A Day in the Life of Sara- wake up, gym, work, yoga, sleep. Repeat. Even on weekends. I missed one of my best friends birthdays in SD because of this. It sucks.
Honestly, my parents are the cutest and happiest couple I know. Recently, my dad bought my mom a brand new E350 4matic with the Sport Package (with some help from my corporate discount). This car is HOT! Silver with black interior, and so much fun to drive. It has ever option known to Mercedes-Benz and is the safest car on the road. This past Friday, my mom was in a horrible car accident. The weather was horrible, but she still went to the gym! (Neuroticisms about the gym and exercise run in the family.) She was on her way home and a teenage girl WITHOUT her night license driving in the opposite direction spun out and my home hit her. My mom was in shock and unable to get out of the car until help arrived. By some act of above, my mom and the girl were okay. But my poor mother was alone! I am in Cali, my dad was in Europe for business, Anna was in NYC for school, and Laura was out! The accident was about two minutes from home, and the police had to give her a ride. I am so incredible thankful my mom is okay, but I feel so incredibly guilty that I was not there for her! I was the first person she called, which was so touching, but I wanted to be there. I wish I could have been there to drive her home and keep her company. But in true Kleiman fashion, she hopped in the tub with a bottle of wine to relax! My dad got back the next day and she is fine, so it is not so bad. But still, I feel guilty. I feel like a bad daughter and friend for being so far away.
I am a nerd. I am more excited about Super Tuesday than the Super Bowl! As a marketing dork, I like watching the Super Bowl for the commercials. It is interesting to see the different approaches companies take to see an ROI and the 30-second $3 million investments. The most popular approach is humor with a celebrity. My personal favorite is from a few years ago. It was the Dove commercial for the “Campaign for Real Beauty.” This ended up to be a controversial commercial because it caused many fathers to reevaluate their relationships with their daughters and seen as too deep for the Super Bowl. But I love the message. Anyway, Super Tuesday! I am not as excited about Super Tuesday as I was a week ago. This is because my man Rudy is out of the race. Who was the dumbass who came up with that strategy?!?!?! I could have done better! I love Rudy and so do most people from New York. We love him about as much as we hate Hilary! Now I have no one to support. This sucks. I need to find someone to back. I hate all the candidates. During the last national election, my sister Anna didn’t like anyone. So, she wrote in Oprah’s name. Maybe I will still vote for Rudy. Or me! I could vote for me! Wait, you have to be thirty-five to run for President. Damn it!
