Tuesday, January 27, 2009

You know what bothers me...


Okay, another thing I have to get off my chest...
So, today, the office jackass (think Dwight only way more annoying, and wearing high waters...actually, I think Dwight might do that). Anyways.... the office jackass (nicknamed POD for Prince of Darkness or SOS for Son of Satan depending on who you ask) was talking to me about something ridiculous. I honestly can't remember how it came up. But he was getting on my case about how I have nothing to worry about because I don't have any responsibilities.

I said that I have PLENTY of responsibilities, my job, family... he tells me to hold up, my sister is 9 and can take care of herself. Okay, here is the thing. I DO NOT PLAY THE DOWNS CARD UNLESS I HAVE TO. I like to think of my sister as a normal member of society, but occasionally it becomes clear that she is at a different pace. Of course, I think she's brilliant, adorable, and any other adjective that connotes awesomenicity.

I explained to him that it is different, becuase she has Downs, and its just part of my life. I said "it" is here to stay. Meaning the Downs, and we are all aware of it.

He says to me "I don't ever want to hear you call "it" again.

Here is the thing. How DARE he tell me that! I was never referring to it as my sister. I am the one who has to deal with it day after day. Just because you watched Life Goes On a couple of times in the 80's that gives you the right to tell me what I can and can't say about a genetic disorder that affects my family on a daily basis. The sheer audacity of this asshole, to tell me how to feel and how I a person that knows about all of this from the daily struggle of coming to terms with everything and being the one that my parents depend on most, telling me what I can and cannot say about a syndrome that has changed our lives.

Now, I want to be clear. I wouldn't want AK any different. Okay, it might be awesome if she didn't have the pathological need to knock things off the couch arm into the basket (those of you who have been to my parents house over the years know what I mean). I love my sister very much, and it really hurts me when people who pretend to be righteous tell me how I should feel. It hurts that I know things aren't going to be easy and haven't been. I think about what she is going have to deal with in junior high and high school. I think about what it was like for me as the new kid. Being a little bit heavier... how traumatizing that was, and how it will pale in comparison to what will happen with her. And that, honestly, is what kills me.

When I hear him tell me that I can't say those words or express my feelings towards this syndrome - it makes me so angry. I wanted to hit him right there and scream at the top of my lungs: "WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TO TELL ME WHAT I CAN AND CANNOT SAY ABOUT SOMETHING THAT AFFECTS ME AND MY FAMILY ON A DAILY BASIS. JUST BECAUSE YOU HAVE A LITTLE ANECDOTE ABOUT A FRIEND OF A FRIEND WHO HAD A BROTHER WITH DOWN SYNDROME DOES NOT MAKE YOUR AN EXPERT. STOP CORRECTING ME ON WHAT I CAN AND CANNOT SAY. This is real, this is not an after school special.

This is a very emotional topic for me, and when people pretend to know what I went through, and continue to go through, and try to give me life advice about it when they clearly do not know... it makes me so incredibly angry.

I don't try to hide that this is a struggle my family has. If somebody asks me questions, I am more than happy to talk about it. But to come down on me, in a way, when I am trying to describe how difficult it is, is very disrespectful to me, my parents, siblings, and the entire special needs community.

I know I shouldn't be so sensitive about this, put when somebody attacks you on what you carry with you in your heart, there is this primal need to fight back. I understand what they say when mothers will lash out to protect their young. While on a biological level, AK is not my child... I feel that she is, and I feel that my parents, brother, sister and I are raising her.

I wish that people wouldn't feel this need to come up with something clever to say when the DS issue or special needs issues in general are brought up. If you don't know what you are talking about ask questions - we invite them; but please don't correct us if we accidentally choose the wrong words when we are talking about a subject that has rocked us to our very core.

Monday, January 26, 2009

Open Letter to Gold's Gym


Dear Golds Gym,

You think I don't see those emails that you send me. How you just ever so delicately suggest that I should go to the gym. By clogging up my inbox with messages about new offers for personal training and deals to add on to the gym membership that I don't really use.

I am proud of the work I have done to lose my weight and get healthy, but your constant reminders of how there are not enough hours in the day does not seem to help - it only stresses me out more!

Please stop telling me that the reason I am getting these emails is because of my "relationship" with Gold's Gym. Relationship? Okay, if that is a relationship, then I have something to tell you. It's not you, its me. I think we should see other people. I am cheating on your with my apartment, laptop, refrigerator, of whatever other thing needs my attention at the moment. By the way... can you really have a "relationship" with a place or a thing? I guess maybe you can. I don't really understand it.

Oh, Gold's Gym... playing on my Catholic guilt and knowing that every time I drive by I feel bad that I am not there, but then realize how much I don't like the pulsating tunes of dance music, hence why I stay away from clubs and discotheques.

I see your guilt, and I raise you a turn of my head and the flip of my hair. See how that cold sholder feels Golds Gym. I will show up when I am good and ready.

In the meantime, you have my gym dues to sustain you.

Sincerely,
Stephanie

Sunday, January 25, 2009

Steeler Countdown... 7 Days...


Since the Steelers are playing in the Super Bowl in less than a week, I am getting very excited and will probably be posting some of my favorite articles.

James Harrison has such a great story. Many people know that he is the defensive player of the year... MVP... whatever. Many people don't know that he went undrafted out of the football juggernaut that is Kent State. Really, all that school is known for is the shootings that occurred in the 70's. Well, that and Drew Carey went there. Man, Drew Carey keeps coming up in conversation. LOL!

http://sports.espn.go.com/nfl/playoffs2008/news/story?id=3855349

So Jealous...


So, this morning I woke up early and took my folks, Anneli, my grandmother, and my aunt to the airport. They are off to Hawaii. It would be so nice to unplug and do a little tropical vacationing... but I guess I am in California, which is not all bad.

I am feeling pretty relaxed this Sunday afternoon. Besides my back killing me (thank you massage chair at InStyle) I am sitting here doing laundry and watching To Kill a Mockingbird. It is one of my favorite books - when I saw this as one of the on demand options, I jumped at it.

Melissa and I went to brunch this morning - we area always seeking out new breakfast places - if anyone has suggestions, please sound off. We drove up to Redwood City and ended up at the Courthouse Cafe, by the... shocker... courthouse. It was pretty good. Service was ridiculous. The waiter didn't greet us, but brought us our food "wicked" fast. I am not sure if I will go there again, but oh well.

That's it from here... nothing terribly new...

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Is it me????



So, I am sitting here unwinding from today and watching The Colbert Report from Monday (with all of this Inauguration stuff, I have been so behind on my DVR watching). Anyways, I thought I would blog about more of the same stuff that has been going on, but that I have found particularly odd today.

So, work has been busy - especially since I took Friday and Monday off for the wedding festivities. So, I have been pretty heads down at work for the past three days. Neverhtheless... it has been brought to my attention that I am, yet again, getting male attention at work, but not from the places I want it from (well, in all honesty, I am getting it from there too, just not in the way I want it).

Given, I have tried to step up my classy game (in order to keep up with Ms. E) but also, because I want to look cute for a variety of reasons. Whether they be boy-related or not. After all, I am working and am trying to advance in my career. Of course, I would be down if they wanted to pay me to look cute as well.

But alas, I am getting super dork/geek/nerd boy attention. Now, I am going to say this. There is a difference between being a silly dork/geek/nerd. I tend to be that way often. Especially when it comes to things I like to geek out on. The Office, Apple Products, NPR, Literature, etc... However, what I am talking about is a straight up social ineptitude that makes the person you are having the conversation with increasingly uncomfortable. This is apparentely is the type of guy I attract, however, I am attracted to a guy that has a lot more self confidence and can own a room.

Needless to say, I get these dork/geek/nerd boys mentioned above trying to talk to me about anything they can. I get an arm up on my cube, and I get an earful about their... EXPENSE REPORTS! Give me a break. Seriously. I don't think that everybody likes me (I am far from the cute one) but I mean, why can't I get the attention of the one that I want. Or, why can't I give up on what I think I want and try to be open to new experiences. Just not with socially inept people. I can't bring them around my family - they will eat them alive!

Monday, January 19, 2009

Wedding Hoopla...



So, its official. Eva is now married. After a long weekend of fun, friends, and family, I have to admit that I am absolutely exhausted. But I am so happy for Eva. She looked lovely on her big day and I can't believe she is actually married.

Some days I can't believe all of my friends are getting married - but I do think it is great. It reminds me of the Facebook group "My Friends are Getting Married, I'm Getting Drunk". I wasn't close to drunk at the wedding, but I think it shows the difference that I feel between some of my friends who are getting married.

I am sure my day will be coming, but not in the current situation I am in. I am not about to go on a husband search, but honestly, I think I need to start looking for quality people because sometimes I tend to be attracted to Mr. Goodtime, not Mr. Goodforme.

Okay, I think this is enough pontificating for one night.


In other news, I am stoked for the inauguration tomorrow. Getting ready for the changing of the guard...

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Frustration...



Okay, so I started off this new year trying to be productive and to really not let anything get in my way. The boy talked to me at length yesterday about his girlfriend. This is a fairly new development, and I have to say that when he told me about this, my heart sunk a little. Can I really be friends with him, and work with him when I am this emotionally invested?

He still cares about me (I am guessing what I was reading as interest in me could purely be a platonic friendship) and is still doing little things to make sure that I am aware of him. I just get frustrated that things work out against what I hoped - and even so, I can't escape seeing him. I am not sure that I would want to. But, its not so much a choice as a requirement.

Especially in this economy.

Monday, January 5, 2009

Sunday, January 4, 2009

Ummm.... weird...


This afternoon was a little different than planned. Eva and I were going to go for a walk, but then it turned into errands at REI and Office Max. Not totally eventful.

It started out with lunch/snack at Chipotle. I look over and see this guy talking to himself. I look over at Eva and realize who he is. My Spanish prof from Foothill. I shrug it off and go to eating my less carby burrito.

We then go into REI and check out the clearance section. The prof is working there! He comes up to us and says to me: "You used to work at REI..." I responded with a sturdy "No, I didn't." He then, realizes I was his Spanish student, and gets all odd (not that this whole situation wasn't entirely strange) and walks off.

Eva and I just looked at each other and thought it was odd. He just kept walking by me. I found this all a tad disturbing. Definitely not something I would have thought of happening.

Okay... and that was Sunday...

Saturday, January 3, 2009

Totally Bummed...



The Colts lost to the Chargers. I can't stand Phillip Rivers, and have a crush on Peyton Manning (one that I do not completely understand), so of course I am upset. Goodbye Peyton, we shall meet again next year. I guess for the next nine months I will have your Mastercard commercials to sustain me...

Tomorrow, Wildcard Weekend continues... keeping my fingers crossed for a Dolphins win, so the Steelers will play the Chargers and punch them in the mouth. Whoops, did I just say that?

Busy Saturday...



Is it really Saturday? These weird weeks are really confusing me.

I woke up this morning to my cell phone going off. Yes, it was Anneli making prank calls from my mom's cell phone again. Nice. Just wanted to make sure I was up at 6:45 on my day off - I am not up that early on the days I have to go to work.

Needless to say, I kind of had a realization yesterday, that I need to have my dress fixed and cleaned for Eva's wedding, which is two weeks from tomorrow (Oh my god, I can't believe it). So I had to run around for that, because I have to look awesome for that. We gotsta keep it classy.

All of this running around (I don't need to bore you with the details) wears me out. I think 2009 is going to be the year of exhaustion.

Thursday, January 1, 2009

Happy New Year!




Okay, so I have been kind of absent from my blogging, I guess it is the holidays that were just getting to me. But I am back, and I am ready to start 2009 off right.

2008 wasn't a bad year for me. I started a new job, made some new friends, and have learned more about myself. However, as I continue to grow and become a more evolved person, I want to give myself some resolutions.

(1) Continue to get healthy. I have been working on this for a while now. I have pushed myself more and more; but I always forget to find the balance between my mental health and physical health. I am going to work on being thinner, happier, and challenge myself mentally.

(2) This one is related to the first one, but not completely. I resolve to start looking at business schools. I feel like if I have an MBA in my pocket, it can definitely help me move up in my career.

(3) Saving $$$. I know, I know. Everybody is probably resolving for this. I am already saving a fair amount of money, but I need to exercise some self control in spending. But again, I do like pretty things. Including an HDTV and blackberry. (sigh) Oh, capitalism, why are you so pretty and shiny?

(4) Taking more pride in myself and my possessions. Okay, so there was the camera incident. Yes, it was fueled by waaay too much Southern Comfort, Vodka, and Beer. However, I let in go for a swim in my lovely red drink cup. I need to recognize that I do spend money on all of these things and they are not all completely disposable. I will again try to make myself realize that I need to work on these things.

(5) As cliche and ridiculous as it may sound, I want to resolve to be happier and if that means finding a guy that will be somebody for me that will balance me out - so be it. Sometimes I think I found that person, but as my friends point out to me time and again, it is not right, but it does point out to me that I need to either provide a calming influence on myself, or find someone who will do this for me.

There is a lot to look forward to in 2009. My friends, family are getting married, which will be fun. I look forward to seeing my friends and family grow and spending time with everyone. Not to be too mushy, but thank you to everyone who has been there for me this past year and I can't wait to get 2009 started!

Sidenote: I am watching the Penn State/USC game - Why does SC make me hate them so much? Go Nittany Lions!