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I Hate Being Homesick Around the Holidays

2011-12-04T21:36:00.001-08:00

Hello Strangers! Anyone out there...hello...???

Yes, it's been close to a year since I've last written. I could explain where I've been, what I've been doing, but it would be a novel. It goes something like this: Work, work some more, spend a little time with the husband, work, sleep a little, wake up in the middle of the night thinking about work, trying to find time (but nearly not enough) to call Veronica, work again. I'm tired 95% of the time and unfortunately haven't found a way to fit blogging into my schedule and it wouldn't feel right writing an entry that I only put a little bit of myself into.

Tonight I was feeling a little down and didn't want to call and wake up Veronica and then I remembered this blog and that it would be a great place to turn to.

I hate being away from my hometown for the holidays.

When I first moved out here 10 years ago, it was for college and I was able to spend every holiday back home. I would be there for 3 or 4 weeks and it was lovely. The comfort in being back in the room that I grew up in, the smell of the hand soap that I keep in my bathroom there, driving around the streets and seeing how much things have changed and in other places, how much they stayed the same. I loved it. The hard part was being away from the boy, but seeing my mom, brother, Veronica and other family made it all worth it. Then I graduated from college and grad school and got married and things changed.

This is going to be my 3rd Christmas away from home. I should start by saying that my husband, whose family is local, always says that we should go to my hometown for Christmas. However, New Years is a BIG holiday in my family and is the day that my Mom really wants me home and with our work schedules being hectic and only having so many vacation days, Christmas never really fits in to our trip itinerary. So we stay here.

The weird thing is that my family never did much for Christmas. My mom always works on Christmas day. We would have a tree, though it only went up because I put it up. And we wouldn't get together with lots of people but rather have a small, simple dinner consisting of lasagna or homemade pizza. It almost felt like any other day and for years I was disappointed that my family didn't do something more. And now, I realize that it was our way of celebrating and it breaks my heart that I'm not a part of it anymore. I hate putting my family's presents in boxes to ship across the country. I hate the feeling of distance when I make my phone call to them to wish them a Merry Christmas. I hate that it feels like this gets harder year after year.

I love that my husband and I are our own little family and I'm learning to realize the importance of tradition and embracing what we do to celebrate. This weekend we put up our Christmas tree, stockings, and lights outside the house and it made me smile. Last year we went ice skating on Christmas Eve and talked about going again this year. And we decided to make my family's lasagna that I ate for so many Christmases in the past. It's exciting. But I know that my eyes will still well up with tears as I think about my family back home and I'll feel guilty for not being there.

I don't know if it will ever get easier. And maybe that's ok.

I'd love to learn how to cope. Any advice?

And I'm keeping my fingers crossed that I will find the time to blog.

Love,

Betty

please stop it italicizing at me.

2011-02-26T11:32:00.000-08:00

I really hate when bloggers and writers think that what they are saying is so profound and prolific that it must be highlighted, put in bold, underlined or put in a bigger font. I get that you want the reader to really understand what and how you're saying it but come on. If your writing isn't good enough to do that so you need gimmicks and visual effects to get your point across, try writing better. This does not apply to being cute or fun or just adding some color or pizazz to a page but to writers who are being serious and really trying to make a point. One of my favorite bloggers to read is Brandy from It's like I'm... mmmagic. She writes profound and heartfelt posts and that girl needs no gimmicks. Her writing speaks for itself and people feel her words without any bold necessary. That's writing to me. Can you imagine reading a book where its all bolds and highlights? I can and its called a comic book. There are pictures and very few words involved. I think I just hate that everyone calls themselves a writer these days because they can put words together on the internet. The 6 year old kid I babysit can do that and I assure you he would call himself a kid, student and hockey player and not a writer.

Also? I hate people who think I want to read their views on entertainment and fashion and awards shows. That's what Perez Hilton and Joan Rivers are for.

I do love when people talk about recipes though because who doesn't want to know how to cook better and see what real people think. I love you Rachel Ray but those meals are not 30 minutes and we all don't have a fully stocked kitchen with every food and utensil ever made. Also I like seeing how real people substitute weird ingredients.

I hate how red wine can stain lips.

I hate when jeans lose their shape after a wear and I consistently have to rewash my fav pairs.

I hate losing pens, when I run out of contact solution right before bed, dropping my toothbrush and having to get a new one in a less pretty color, overcooked steak, when it's to hot to sleep, when I really miss someone, hypochondriacs, and when drive thru's get my order wrong.

Also I hate when I'm so cold my nose/hands/feet gets cold and how long laundry takes in fancy washers and dryers even though it's well worth it.

Love,
Veronica

ohh....I don't hate my new tattoos.

Pity Party for 1

2011-02-21T20:51:00.000-08:00

I hate that I haven’t had the motivation or energy to blog lately. I’ve never been one for apologizing when it comes to blogging...but my, how I’ve missed it. And how I’ve missed all of you. Thank you for sticking around – I adore all of you.

Where have I been? I was off having a pity party. And I hate having a pity party.

I understand that sometimes it’s totally necessary. There are times when I curl in bed watching game shows/so much HGTV that I want to remodel my entire house/Nicolas Sparks movies guaranteed to make me cry while eating cold pizza in my pajamas. Sometimes there’s nothing better.

But I hate when the pity party doesn’t end.

The last few months have been pretty challenging for this girl. I’m someone who is very good at hiding her emotions (a trait that I both love and hate) and I was holding stuff in for a long time. I figured that I was just feeling a little down, but it was ok. Sometime around November, I burst. I was an emotional wreck and I found myself crying every day. It was ugly. And not that “ugly pretty” that Tyra talks about on Top Model. Just ugly. So I decided that I needed to take a break, step back and figure out what was going on which sounds easy but is tough. Sometimes you find stuff about yourself that you don’t want to admit which is scary, but it’s important.

I don’t believe in resolutions but early this year I decided that 2011 was going to be a hell of a lot better than 2010. This meant that I was going to have to kick my ass in gear and get back to looking at myself in the mirror and recognizing the girl who was staring back at me. It also meant that I had to stop keeping it all inside and be willing to say “I’m not ok.” It has been a work in progress, but I’m feeling better.

A lot has changed – I started a new job. I went back to hobbies that I used to love. I’ve made more time for my husband and best friend who keep me grounded and are nothing but positive and I’ve avoided those things and people that are negative. Life is definitely not perfect. I’m not feeling 100% all the time, but the perfectionist in me is slowly coming to terms with that being normal. The roller coaster isn’t over, but I’m glad I made it down the first big drop.

I’m excited to be back and share my hateful rants with you. Trust me – I’ve had a lot that I wanted to document here. Like how I hate when I went to a new stylist and she showed up an hour late with a latte in her hand and no apology. Or how I hate when my new dishwasher broke and I realized how ridiculously fast we go through dishes and I was left drinking water out of my nice wine glasses (yes, I know this is was laziness – but it doesn’t mean I can’t hate it).

Finally, thank you all for your blogs. Even though I wasn’t updating, I kept up with them and they helped me a lot. You’re all fabulous.

Love,

Betty

i hate it when you leave but love to watch you walk away

2011-01-03T18:10:00.000-08:00

So I hate the number 11. This is obviously going to be problematic for the next 362 days but I feel as if I can get used to it. I don't mind November but I just don't like "2011". I prefer even numbers. 2008 was a year I liked numbers wise. I actually don't like New Years much at all. No matter what is planned it never really lives up to the hype. Downtown fancy parties, concerts, bars, I've done it all but chinese food and hanging out with Betty is the best way to spend it.

I hate figuring out where I'm going to put my next tattoo. I originally wanted "patience" on my wrist but not in black which I absolutely hate and think is super tacky. I know that many people have those tattoos and I'm sorry but I just think they look silly. I wanted to do it in the ultra violet white light but it still is untested and not 100% so I don't want to take any risks. A friend is a tattoo artist and he suggested simply tattooing what I want it a shade darker than my skin tone which I think would work. I'm funny about my tattoos because I don't like them to be seen if you look at me. I have one on my back to the left which the guy I'm seeing loves and so do most people but unless I'm in a bathing suit or my birthday suit, you don't really see it. The same for the one on my front. Whats weird is I want to get "patience is the companion of wisdom" but either on the inside of my arm, what? or somewhere on my back. I hate deciding on tattoos.

I also hate sneezing when I drive. I feel like I've said that before but it's really true. Also I hate dry contacts, dry skin, and running out of shampoo. My mom is a doll and bought me Purology shampoo and conditioner for xmas so I am fully stocked with amazing product which really makes a huge difference. Shout out to my boss who recommended it!

I hate when he leaves. I never get to see him enough and I hate seeing him walk down the stairs, out of my building with his scent still on my skin. I hate having to hide things when all I want to do is talk about how I feel when he kisses me or holds my hands or just smiles at me. I know I need patience but it's definitely hard at times. I haven't felt this way in so long and it feels so good to be excited to see his name on my phone.

I also hate flight delays, bad parkers, people who leave bad tips, and drama queens.

I am loving my new laptop and having internet back.

Love,
Veronica

Those Shoes Were Made for Walking

2010-11-15T12:32:00.000-08:00

When I was 9 years old, I got my first pair of heels. No, not those plastic heels that you could get at the toy store . Real, 3 inch heels. I know what you're thinking: What person would buy a 9 year old girl heels? My mom's cousin. She lives in NYC and her dream was to have a daughter. When that didn't happen, she pampered me. Several times a year a large box would arrive at my house full of super fashionable clothes made for trendy teenagers. While a lot of the clothes were too intense for me, I will never forget the day I opened the box and I saw those shoes: cream-colored, pointy toed stilettos with detailed lacing on the front. They were gorgeous. They were tall. They were ridiculous for a 9 year old girl. When my mom saw them, she rolled her eyes and was shocked when I threw them on and starting stumbling around the house. Within an hour I mastered the art of walking in heels and my love affair with shoes was born.

While I'm a girl who loves a flip-flop, I tend to rock heels almost every day. I think my years of ballet got me used to walking on my toes and I'm sure my feet will hate me in 20 years. I fully understand that heels can be difficult to walk in. I've been known to give friends lessons on how to walk in them and I would never even suggest that a girl has to wear them. And on those occasions when girls tend to wear them (weddings, out dancing, etc.) and they're not used to it, I totally feel their pain and will gladly throw off my shoes and dance barefoot with them.

But I have one request: if you can't walk in 5 inch platform stilettos, please do not wear them to the mall on a crowded day, particularly in the food court where the floor is slippery and people are walking around with food on trays. Watching you stumble makes me worried. I won't be able to get around you and the 10 shopping bags you're holding. In the process of trying not to fall over, you'll step on me and it will hurt - a lot. No one likes a bruised foot. Instead, rock those shoes in the comfort of your own home. You'll get the hang of it soon enough. And trust me - your feet, and my feet, will thank you.

Love,

Betty

I hate....Break ups

2010-10-24T12:21:00.000-07:00

Neila Sedaka had it right when he sang "Breaking Up is Hard to Do". I've been reminiscing a lot lately about past boyfriends and current exes and I surmise that breaking up really is hard to do. Oh sure, there's the initial breakup which totally sucks but it doesn't just end with one convo. Breakups linger. There's the exchanging of items, whether it be clothes, dvds, care bears (okay not really but I love jonathan groff and glee). If you've been together long enough, who gets what friends? Is it okay to still talk to an ex's family? How much is just right or too much?

An ex bf a few years ago was a pretty crazy guy but I did love his mother. When we broke up, there was an apartment we shared a lease on for about 3 months. He was supposed to move everything out but the day before the lease was up he had done nothing. So his mother and I went and packed up the apartment. We talked about life, the failed relationship, and love. When we packed up the box I knew this was the final conversation. With a hug and a goodbye it was over. Could I have kept talking to her? Of course and she would have gladly done it but I knew that it would bother my ex and it was his life.

When you get broken up with, you don't really want constant reminders of the person who hurt you, even if you think you do. The ex wants to move on and it's hard to do with the other person still there. You feel bad in any position, whether you do the breaking up or get broken up with. Sometimes the bad you feel is really just sad or the bad is mad. Either way, somethings you just have to let go. Sometimes you have to throw out all the ticket stubs, the tshirt you slept in and just make a fresh start.

I made my fresh start this week by letting go via facebook which is stupid but helpful. I took off the ex, most of his friends who I know but am not close with, and his family (even his sister who I love but it just didn't feel right). I just felt it was time to move on. I am not going to pretend that things are good because they're not. But I am not going to dwell. Life keeps moving and I am going to keep growing and learning.

At the end of every breakup, there's always the thought of how sad things are to end but as I look at my life right now, all I see are beginnings. As Ecclesiastes and The Byrds reminds me...

To Everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time to every purpose, under Heaven
A time of love, a time of hate
A time of war, a time of peace
A time you may embrace, a time to refrain from embracing

Love,

Veronica

What Up With...Pressure to Have Babies?

2010-10-20T20:33:00.000-07:00

This past weekend I went to a party thrown by my in-laws. A lot of their family friends were in attendance, many of whom I haven't seen since my wedding. Several times that night we had this conversation:

Family Friend: "How are the newlyweds doing?"
Us: "We're great, thanks. How are you?"
Friend: "Good. So, when are you two going to start having children?"
Us: *silence*

When I was 13 or so, I thought I had my life planned out. I was going to graduate from college when I was 22, get married when I was 23 and have my first child when I was 25. It's funny how I was so sure I had my life planned out back then. The reality of my situation is that I graduated from college when I was 22, graduated from grad school at 26 and got married several months later. And we don't see babies anywhere in our near future.

When we tell people that we're not having children anytime soon, 9 times out of 10 we get "why not?!" I always respond with the truth: right now I think I'm too selfish to have a child. It sounds silly, but we really enjoy our independence. I like getting a phone call from a friend to go out on a Saturday night with 5 minutes notice and being able to leave without thinking about a babysitter. I like going to the movies at 10 p.m. I like throwing house parties with my college friends that last until sunrise. My career is really important to me and I want a few years to build it up before I have a baby. I'd like to pay down my student loans a bit. I want to take a month long trip through Europe. The list could go on and on. I know that motherhood doesn't mean the end of my life, but I just don't think that I'm ready. It doesn't mean that there won't be babies eventually - I'm actually very excited to have children (hopefully a girl that I'll name Cecilia Bloom, even though my husband thinks I'm crazy). Just not now.

After explaining this to someone the other day, I got the response "well, you have to think about people other than yourself when you think about having a child, like the child's grandparents. I'm sure they're ready for a grandchild." Um...ok? This doesn't just apply to family friends. No less then a week after my honeymoon my mom asked me when I'm going to have a baby and she asks me at least once a month. I guess I expect this from my mom. It's another thing when people who don't know me very well start weighing in.

I suppose after marriage it's normal to get the baby question and as annoying as it can be, I get it. What I hate is that we're sometimes told that we're selfish for wanting to wait.

Is it selfish?

I won't cave into pressure, but I'm running out of ways to answer the question without rolling my eyes (which is TOUGH. The fact that I can control my eye rolling in this situation is a big deal). Maybe I should make a little handout to give people when the question comes up so I don't actually have to say anything. Or just come up with a witty comeback that lets them know to stop asking. I'm now taking suggestions.

Love,

Betty

Comcast, I hate you.

2010-10-09T19:11:00.000-07:00

So I'm at the Hilton Garden Inn for a wedding this weekend and I have to say I am loving it. I love that I can use the business center since I don't have a laptop. I can finally blog and check up on celebrity gossip and gchat. Clearly I have priorities.

Betty and I are thinking about blogging about our working out and fitness goals. Its about the tone-age not the poundage. Having a best friend makes things much easier for motivation.

I am currently hating like crazy on Comcast because they extremely messed my bill up causing me to have to cancel just to get a final and correct bill. Which went from $463 to $152 because of all their mistakes. The problem is I don't get AT&T U-verse in my neighborhood and Comcast sucks. Sure some reps are amazing but often others screw things up and make mistakes that Comcast refuses to correct.

Comcast screwed up my bills so mad, then didn't send them for months, then admitted they made a mistake and tried to screw me over with credits that didn't add up to their mistakes and only gave me them when I did the math with them over the 4 hour phone call.

Sidenote: Hey Hilton Garden Employees? Clearly your behind the counter room is RIGHT next to the business center so I hear every.single.word. of your conversations. Like "Mike! Hey, where did you come from? From my mother but thats a long story". While funny, it's also rather annoying.

So, back to Comcast. They let my ex use my SS# for his account and then when I found out and sent in a transfer, which they have record of, they refuse to change it. They keep saying they will call me back but never do.

After 4 years of defending you, I officially and forever hate you. Your 6 month deals suck and so does your service.

Hello RCN or direct tv.

Love,
Veronica

I Don't Hate My Boobs - I Hate You for Staring

2010-09-21T14:13:00.001-07:00

Yesterday I decided I wanted a sandwich for lunch and was extremely stoked for the cookie I always treat myself to when I go there. I stood in line and walked up to the counter when it was my turn. Here's how that went down:

Sandwich Guy: Hi, how can I help you?
Betty: Hi, can I have a veggie sandwich on wheat with no mushrooms?

...silence...

Sandwich Guy: um, sorry what was that?
Betty: Veggie on wheat, no mushrooms

...silence...

Sandwich Guy: um...sorry I'm distracted. What didn't you want on it?

As I looked up at the guy, I realized why he couldn't remember what I ordered and why he was distracted- he was staring at my chest.

Why do some guys think this is acceptable?

I've talked about this before, but I have big boobs. And I love them. When I was young, I stuffed my 32AA bra thinking I was cursed. Then out of nowhere, they showed up in full force. At 17, I was stoked that I had this body. Then the staring started. Young guys, old guys, guys in suits, guys in baggy jeans, guys in cars, guys on bikes, it didn't matter. My first real job was that summer as a receptionist. Every few days a guy would walk in and gasp and I knew what was coming - something along the lines of "wow, you look great...I'd love to take you out sometime..." When I informed them that I was 17 they would say "well, I'm ok with that if you're ok with that." Actually creepo, I'm not ok with that. And god help them if they tried that line on one of the days my dad was in the office. All hell broke loose a couple times that summer.

Before long, I became known to my then good friend's friends as "oh yea, your friend with the massive chest." I was devastated. I wasn't "the smart girl with a college scholarship" or "the girl who makes awesome mix tapes" or even "your friend Betty". My breasts were the thing that defined me and I hated it. I even had a guy tell me "well, if you don't like people staring, you shouldn't show them." I tried to hide them. I even attempted to tape them down like Christina Ricci did in "Now and Then", but it just made me look ridiculous. The truth is that when you have big boobs, you can try to distract from them, but really you can't hide them. I could wear a turtle neck covered in a potato sack topped off with one of those puffy winter coats and I would still have breasts. I'm a woman - it's ok to look like one.

Do I realize that guys may quickly glance? Yes. And that doesn't bother me. But the full on staring like I'm a walking art exhibit or something is completely different. I've learned to come up with witty comebacks and how to call guys out, but I shouldn't have to. I'm not going to hide or be ashamed. I'm not one for wearing low cut clothes or showing lots of cleavage, but I will rock a plain black v-neck tshirt and not feel bad about it.

So guys who think that it's acceptable to stare at me because of my breasts - I really hate you.

Love,

Betty

monday musings or why i love fall and hate bills

2010-09-20T11:46:00.000-07:00

I hate when things like bills get in the way and your new job doesn't pay you for 3 weeks and you have to decide between your phone and the internet and you choose the phone because it's an iphone and you have the internet but it still is annoying to try and write a blog post on it.

I also hate when time and life get in the way and you don't get to read peoples amazing posts and comment.

I also hate not having cable and missing all my shows RIGHT before the True Blood finale and the One Tree Hill premiere.

My job is something I don't hate because while the pay is low, the people are great and the time flies by. I work mostly nights about 30 hours a week and I either need another part time time or a great full time job.

Oh! The fabulous Marta Acosta sent me a copy of her new book out September 28 called Haunted Honeymoon. I will be writing a post tomorrow about it, the other book she sent me, and how fabulous she is!

So honestly, I LOVE fall. Adore it. Scarves, come out, cute cardigans and sweaters, hot chocolate, brisk weather that is perfect for curling up with my pups and a good book. I would say I miss my flip flops but I don't because those babies don't get put away until the first snow and even then I wear them around my house. Although this year I'm thinking about slippers maybe? Fall clothes are pretty easy for me but what's been on my mind are what pajamas I am going to wear.

Usually I sleep naked because that's comfortable and I get hot easily and clothes tend to bother me when I sleep and who doesn't feel sexy sleeping naked? The thing is, it does get cold and it's SO much harder to get out of bed when it's freezing. This morning I was pondering what I should do and what pajamas to get while in bed playing Luxor on my iphone which is completely addicting.

Do I get a cute VS pajama set with pants and a tank top? or the VS long sleeved set? Or the set with shorts? Or a nightgown? Or flannels? I like the idea of a night gown but I think I'm leaning towards the VS Dreamer Flannel Pajama, or the VS Pillow Talk Tank pajama. I looked at Gap online and I love the camis and tanks so mixing and matching could be an option. (I also REALLY want to try their jean leggings but with the $ situation, probably not happening).

I think pajamas somehow signify to myself that I am a grown up in my apartment with bills and dogs and responsibilities. It also signifies hope that I want nice pjs for myself and perhaps a future man who stays over and could potentially call himself my boyfriend.

What kind of pajamas do you guys wear? Any suggestions?

xoxoxo
Veronica

Also, as I'm writing this at the library I am privy to the people next to me, the first who talked about doing 5 months in the big house for parole violateion and the next guy who is listening to "Needles and Pins", I'm just glad its a song I like since I can hear it clearly...

What Up With Auto-Flush?

2010-09-08T14:35:00.001-07:00

Last night while out to dinner with my husband, I made a quick trip to the ladies room. After locking the door to the stall, I turned around and the auto-flush on the toilet went off and splashed a substantial amount of water all over my skirt. Not cute.

I hate auto-flush toilets.

I remember when auto-flush started showing up in public bathrooms. I must have been 10 or so and I thought "wow, what an amazing invention!" I was convinced it was the cure for those people who forget to flush the toilet. What I realized that I know walk into stalls with more unflushed toilets than I ever did before. Either people 1) are overly dependent on the auto-flush and don't wait/care to see if it actually flushes or 2) can't find the sometimes impossibly small button to push when the sensor fails. I know there have been times when I've had to search for it. Ultimately, it's a lot more effort than pulling down on a little flush handle.

I know it's weird, but now when I walk into a stall and I see a real flusher, in the back of my head I rejoice. The auto-flush is a piece of technology I would be happy without. It's much easier for me to use my foot to flush than waiting for a sensor.

And a least I don't have to pray that the bathroom has air dryers to dry my skirt.

Love,

Betty

No taksies No keepsies

2010-09-05T12:01:00.000-07:00

I hate when people have something of mine and refuse to give it back. If you know you have my Tiffany's bracelet which I got when I graduated highschool, give it back. I don't care if you borrowed it and we lost touch, you're my facebook friend and I see you update so don't act like you didn't see my message in your inbox. FB leaves a little red notifier until you check it out. Rude.

I hate when someone has my xbox because I was nice enough to let them borrow it for a week while they get their cable set up and then when I ask for it back because my awesome best friend Betty got me an xbox live subscription and a netflix subscription and I want to start using it and never leave me house, they start acting shady. I hate that a month later they are still trying to be funny on the phone but are somehow never home or can't just drop it off to me. It's not yours. Plain and simple. Not. Yours.

Kindergartners learn about no taksies no keepsies, so why can't you?

I finally had to go over, tell them I was there, and was like, I'm taking it. They were like fine because what could they do? They knew that it was mine and they don't lock their door and the landlord has no problem letting me in. I hate having to act that way but enough is enough. So in addition to being a jerk, they make me hate them for putting me in a situation where I had to act against my more laid back nature.

I hate when people borrow my books and don't return them. Except for Betty and my Mom, I pretty much refuse to borrow books. Last time I borrowed my copy of Enders Game to someone, I had to track them down to a Walgreen's to get it back. My books hold sentimental memories for me, especially that copy and I wasn't about to let months go by without asking for it. I clearly learned my lesson from the Tiffany's bracelet.

Seriously though, Netflix? Amazing. I got to know 30 Rock pretty well last night and even took it to bed with me (thanks iphone Netflix app!) I watched some Up and you know that since Center Stage is on, I will be rewatching my fav scenes over and over.

Last week I definitely did not hate the amount of good looking boys I was in the company of. I saw "The Other Guys" with my hot hot friend/crush who is an amazing person and I can be 100% myself with. We had dinner and then saw the movie and I really don't know a nicer guy.

Then the next night I saw a friend I hadn't seen in about 5 years. We met, went out a few times and whatnot and have stayed friends all this time. He has been all over the place for school but we always have ghcat and whatnot so we've stayed pretty close. Tall and handsome, extremely intelligent (dude went to Harvard, what?), and funny, he's awesome. We hung out, had some food, and ended the night with a conversation on boy bands and lady gaga. I hate that more guys like that seem to live everywhere but my city. As Betty and the girls from B*Witched would say, C'est La Vie.

Also this week I saw my hot hook up. Well we always hook up when we see each other but we don't hang out otherwise although we have many mutual friends. Which leads me to why I hate people with big mouths who love to cause trouble and proclaim innocence. Seriously, don't you get tired of being so phony? Betty always says that whatever else people want to say about me, they always know where I stand. When you get caught being an asshole, don't blame it on the weatherman, blame it on yourself (what? 2 b*witched references? yeah that's how I roll). Anywho I saw the guy and it's nice to share a kind of darker, intimate, almost animalistic (is that even a word?) relationship that's very separate from my normal life.

I guess it's like Golidlocks searching for the right bed. I'll know it when it feels right but it can be fun trying to get there.

Oh! I hate when I let my hair air dry for too long before I blow dry!

Also, my new job (nothing exciting but something new and fun. Ever see the movie waiting? It's like that) Anway it has kept me super busy, I worked a double yesterday and my feet were dying! Thank God Liz Lemmon and Tracy Jordan were there to distract me.

Also Also....I already call JWoww for my Halloween Costume. LiLu, I expect something Jersey from you! I'll come visit if you do :)

Gators needs his gat. Don't go chasin waterfalls.

Seriously, go see "the other guys" before it leaves theaters.

Love,

Veronica

My Future Blouse is Not Your Washcloth

2010-08-20T14:06:00.001-07:00

Dear Girls Wearing Too Much Makeup While Trying On Clothes,

I hate that you leave makeup residue on clothes you try on. You drive me crazy. Truthfully, I bet that you’re a pretty girl without covering your face with 20 different products, but I won’t judge – I’m a girlie girl who likes to wear makeup too. But please, can you be a little more considerate when trying on clothes?

There is nothing worse than going to a store when a beautiful silk top catches your eye and you can imagine 20 different ways you’d wear it and you realize there’s only one left and it’s in your size(!!!)…and then see that there are streaks of foundation on the front. The same applies for 1) bronzer, 2) blue eyeshadow, and 3) red lipstick I've seen on clothes recently. There are also instances of deodorant marks and awful drugstore perfume, but I'll let that slide. Sure, I could risk buying it and praying that it will wash out, but we both know this won't work. I know that the store definitely won’t let me return it and really, I don’t want to deal with it.

You know you’re wearing makeup. Take two extra seconds before pulling that shirt over your head to make sure you don’t touch your face. Not only will that allow me to add a gorgeous piece to my wardrobe, but you won’t have to walk around the store with streaks across your face. That's definitely not a good look.

Love,

Betty

Things I Hate to Love (or why I hate spending but love buying these things)

2010-08-18T16:59:00.000-07:00

So I hate spending money but love buying things. After my horrible last week I decided to have a very good week this week. So far that has meant going to the library and reading a ton of books and playing with my pups and talking to the best friend and seeing friends at a neighborhood bar and seeing about a gillion tweets about brand ambassadors and posts about freebies, which got me thinking. What would I love to represent? What things are my must have's or what am I dying to try?

So instead of things I really hate I'm going to share all the things I love and why I don't hate them. Cause its our blog and we'll love things if we want to.

smashboxx's camera ready full coverage concealer

When I saw Betty for her birthday we went shopping at the Sephora counter and I found this amazing product. Well the girl working found it and Betty convinced me to get it since it really made such a huge difference and I thank her daily because of it. I hate under eye bags and I have them worse than Sookie has people trying to kill her. This product goes everywhere with me and for $18 I consider it a huge steal. It also works great on any small pimples and after my first weeks of working out where I was breaking out like a teenager, it saved my life. It goes on easy and you only need a small amount so it lasts a while. I can't wait to try their tinted moisturizer.

ikea...everything

I just bought a new duvet, comforter, end of the bed blanket/matching pillow, lamps, and curtains and I am loving my bedroom. My Dad just bought an entire kitchen from there so we've been there like once a week for the last month. Duvets are kind of my new thing because my older dog has a tendency to pee on my bed when she's mad and it makes washing things a lot easier. Also just in general washing is easier and it gives me more versatility. So Ikea, I might hate your parking lot but I love everything else and can't wait to use you for my dining room.

gap jean jacket

I might not be a brand ambassador and get this for free but I'm still rocking the gap jean jacket I've had for years and it has not let me down. I wore it last fall over a black old navy tank dress when I met my crush and it was a hit. I pretty much love wearing it over any dress and when I work office jobs I loved pairing it with a skirt or cute pants. The versatility is such a plus (although you will never catch me rocking the double denim look). Fall is a top season for me and this jacket is honestly the best accessory to have along with a cute and rugged man to hold hands with and pick pumpkins. If I was working I would definitely have my eye on a new classic one because everyone knows Gap does denim the best. Also, a guy in a jean jacket? makes. me. swoon. Reminds me of an old high school flame that worked at a gap and to this day makes the jacket look sinfully delicious.

The only thing I hate? That its too hot to start wearing it.

The Others Series and The Casa Dracula Series, oh and the NightWorld!!

The Others is a series about vampires, shape-shifters, werewolves that stands out in a suddenly over crowded genre. It's more mature than Twilight and has more classic romance style than the Sookie books (with less mystery/suspense ). The writing is good but I'm mostly tuning in for the steamy sex scenes. The books are scorching hot, funny, and a bit ridiculous but overall a total pleasure to read. Not all books can be as good as Sookie but that doesn't mean they can't be enjoyable. I like books where characters crossover and I admit it, I'm a series addict. So if you want romance, supernatural, sex, and a fast read, go for it.

The Casa Dracula series is all about the laughs. Marta Acosta's writing is funny, playful, and it's honestly nice to see a non white heroine. Milagro De Los Santos is sassy, smart, and someone you want to be friends with. The next book Haunted Honeymoon comes out in September and I can't wait. Honestly, with all the series vamp books, its so fun to read something silly, intelligent, and full of Spanish words with pop culture references.

LJ Smith was really before Stephanie Meyers and really started the teen vampire love books, chaste but romantic, and forbidden love. She created The Vampire Diaries and a few other series which people love. Her Nightworld series deal with soulmates and obviously the paranormal. Much better writing than Twilight although much shorter novels. I love the Twilight series but seriously who didn't cringe at Stephanie Meyers writing. The only thing worse is KStews ridiculous portrayal of Bella. {Siderant: Bella in the books is clumsy but sweet,not an antisocial grump who's just rude}

With all the good books, I only hate that I have to wait for more to come out.

I am really debating on doing this. I really wish I had the $500 so I could travel to all the places in the US I want to see for the first time or where friends are like: Colorado, DC, Seattle, Miami, Texas. Dear Jetblue, you can totally sponsor me to do this and let me blog about all the random cities and the awesomeness of this promotion. I really hate not having the money since I most definitely have the free time and like flying.

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Sometimes it's nice to hate to love things. I hate that I love Teen Mom, Dunkin Donuts at 2am, spending money I shouldn't on things for my dogs, Tara the last few episodes of True Blood, and the Panda Express drive thru.

What are some things you guys hate to love?

Love,
Veronica

the one where LC and Marilyn give great advice.

2010-08-13T11:11:00.000-07:00

All you wonderful people who wished me Happy Bday? I love you. Your comments made my day and when you hear about my birthday, you'll know I needed it. So thank you from the bottom of my heart.

edit. so i took this post down because, while it did me good to get it off my chest and vent, im done and dont want to even remember it.

Love,

Veronica

HAPPY BIRTHDAY VERONICA!!!

2010-08-08T17:06:00.000-07:00

HAPPY BIRTHDAY VERONICA!!!

You are the greatest best friend and fellow hater that a girl could ever ask for!

Love,

Betty

Whats up with book snobs?

2010-08-04T13:26:00.000-07:00

I hate book snobs.

My Dad always tells people how I was slow to learn to read. I couldn't get it. Then one day I just started reading and never stopped. First it was The Babysitters Club, Boxcar Children, Goosebumps, Fear Street, Thoroughbred Series, The Saddle Club, Sweet Valley High, I loved them all. Betty and I read Gone With The Wind together in 3rd grade because people told us we couldn't. The book was practically as big as us. Books were always special to me and with an older brother, I read his books as well as mine. From R.L. Stine to Kurt Vonnegut, I love all books. My shelves are filled with Vonnegut next to vampires, romance, and Holden Caulfield. Do not judge. If you do, I hate you.

I'm lucky that I not only love to read but read very fast with high comprehension. I remember almost everything I read, what page something is on, little details. I own hundreds of books and I reread them frequently. If I find a word I missed or a sentence, I get excited. I also hate typos and spelling mistakes and wonder why if I can find it, the editor couldn't. Reading a book at different times in my life has made me look at characters different and get different things form the book.

That's probably why I fall in love with the characters in my books. Who wouldn't want an Edward Cullen, Harry Potter, Ender Wiggin, Mr. Darcy, and of course, a Holden Caulfield? I wanted to best friends with Alice Mckinley, Scout and Jem, and Franny and Zooey. I wanted to babysit and ride horses and have a secret club. I read chick lit (although not a huge fan to be honest but some like Meg Cabot's Every Boy series are wonderful). I love Stephanie Plumb and Oskar Schell even though they come form 2 extremely different writing styles.

When people call Twilight trash and compare it to Harry Potter, I get upset. No one said that all books are equal in terms of writing style and technique but do they have to be? I love both the series and hey, J.K. Rowling's is supremely talented and has a way with words like a snake charmer. Stephanie Meyers might not have the best skills but she has created characters millions of people fall in love with. No shame in her game.

I get involved in what I read and I hate reaching the last page, especially when there are usually not sequels to most books. I hate the characters not growing up like I am. Sometimes people ask me how I understand so well situations I haven't been in but I feel like I have because I've read about them.

I am the girl that, when a movie is coming out, always read the book before it comes out. The girl that gets so upset when favorite scenes are cut or they change the best part of a character. I read all the Sookie Books and want Eric to be just as amazing on True Blood as in the books (hello memory loss Eric).

Authors put so much into their works and when people look down on genres, well, I hate that. There is nothing wrong with loving romance and mystery and non fiction. Just because I like a good love story with passion doesn't mean I can't appreciate short stories by Chuck Palahniuk. I still read from the teen section and from the classics. I don't like when people name only famous authors who are "serious fiction" and think they are too good for anything else. And of course people who think fiction is ridculous and only non-fiction worthy of their time? I especially hate you.

I love how you can really get into a characters head and know them, understand them, love them. I am the girl who has a library card more precious than a black amex card. I scour thrift store for 50¢ books to add to my ever growing collection. Both my nightstands are full of books in progress. I read at least 5 books a week. I want a tatto that says "bibliophile". I want a man that loves books just as much as I do and who will read to our child, not throw on a dvd.

Every author started off as an unknown.

So book snobs who dare to judge...especially without reading what you're making fun of?

I hate you.

Love,

Veronica

{Also? YAY for Prop 8 being declared unconstitutional!!}

No, I Did Not See What He/She Did/Said/Broke Up With on Facebook...

2010-08-02T14:59:00.001-07:00

Facebook and I are in a fight.

I got facebook not too long after it started (I was "oh so lucky" to go to a college that got access to it early on). Needless to say, my friends and I were totally into it but it was really pretty silly back then. All my "friends" were people that I went to school with and the few friends from high school who also had access to it. I would read status updates from my roommate saying "boo, working on my psychology paper" and laugh because I could hear her typing away through the thin walls of our apartment. It was mostly useful as a place to share pictures from sorority formals and random nights of Karaoke Thursday.

As time went on more and more people were on facebook and it was actually kinda exciting to reconnect with people I went to high school with. And by reconnect, I mean either add them or have them add me as a friend and read their profile and say "oh, so that's what they're doing..." It got to the point where every day I would have 3 friend requests, all of which I said yes to because what was the point of being selective - it was just a silly website. And how I loved facebook, especially through my years of graduate school where I would spend countless hours during class or while studying for finals looking at people's status updates, pictures, etc. It even became a fun game of "facebook stalking" with friends and we'd all giggle at some of the ridiculous things we saw. Not something to be proud of, but we needed easy entertainment and this fit the bill.

I've noticed recently that what used to be a place to post info has now turned into a way of life. At least once a week I get a call or email saying "omg, did you see that he/she broke up with _____ because he/she hooked up with ____ when he/she drove down to _____. It's crazy, the whole thing is on facebook." I'm not going to lie, it's easy to get drawn into the gossip and gasp when you hear these stories. But the problem is that where I used to hearing about big life changes about people that I was "friends" with on facebook, I'm now hearing about engagements/pregnancies/cross country moves of my real, close friends. The conversation that results often goes as follows:

Betty: Holy crap, you're engaged/pregnant/moving to France?!
Friend: Yes! How exciting is that?!
Betty: Totally exciting...um, how come you didn't call me?
Friend: Oh you know, I didn't want to make someone feel bad by calling them first, so I figured I'd just tell all of you at the same time.
Betty: Right, I guess that works...
Friend: It's crazy, I actually changed my status update before I called my mom!
Betty: Wow...

It's more than just life changes. When people used to call and catch up, it turned into emails to say hi and now it's facebook messages or wall posts. I even had my father, who I no longer talk to, send me a Happy Birthday facebook message because he was "sure I'd see it". Now you actually have to look at the series of excessive status updates from people that you haven't talked to/have no desire to hear from and postings of people planting trees, buying cows, or whatever they do when they play farmville to read a message from your friend. And no matter how many time I change my privacy settings, people who I don't like or talk to find me and then question when I don't accept their friend request. I'm not a fan.

Several months ago I decided to take a facebook vacation. I'm a firm believer in "if you don't like it, don't read it". While it has been nice to avoid the stuff that annoys me, I have missed some important stuff from friends. Fortunately, Veronica keeps me in the loop of all our mutual friends, but I just can't stop thinking how ridiculous it is that refusing to sign on to a website can cause me to miss so much. And that deep down, I do miss the facebook stalking.

Am I the only one who feels this way?

It makes me miss my pen pals from 3rd grade.

Love,

Betty

2010-08-01T13:53:00.000-07:00

So while I wait for TRUE BLOOD to make my Sunday, I just wanted to say that Betty and I need help responding to comments. We want to comment back, but how do we do it? Just one big comment back or is there a way we can reply to each? Or is that only with wordpress? should we switch?

If anyone can give us tips so we can actually start replying to the fabulous comments that would be awesome, amazing, and we wouldn't definitely not hate it.

Love,

Veronica and Betty

What Up With...My First Kiss

2010-07-28T20:37:00.000-07:00

For "What Up With That" Wednesday, I ask you: What up with "My First Kiss" by 3OH!3? More specifically, what up with my not being able to get this song out of my head? If you haven't turned on your radio lately, give it a listen:

I was in my dance class the first time I heard this song. It was bouncy and good to dance to, but I didn't think anything of it except "wow, Ke$ha is on ANOTHER song". I didn't hear it again for a few weeks until I went out of town and it was playing on every single radio station. I was annoyed. What were they talking about? My first kiss didn't go like "muah and twist". Maybe there was a little twist since I tried to get away. But it was definitely without the clapping and bouncy music.

But the more I heard it, the more I started to think it was ok. Then it was good. And now I can't get enough of it. I rock out to it at the gym and I totally sing along to it in my car to the embarrassment of my husband (especially when it get to the oooooo part. he promptly changes the channel). The song doesn't mesh with the Jack's Mannequin and Get Up Kids that's currently on heavy rotation on my ipod, but I don't care.

I tried to fight it, but "My First Kiss" I hate you...for making me love you.

Love,

Betty

Emily Post and I hate you

2010-07-26T11:39:00.000-07:00

I hate people who decide to cross the street when they don't have the right of way and then leisurely stroll along holding up traffic. For that matter people who honk at you to drive when the sign clearly says "no turn on red", I hate you too. If you would like to pay my red light ticket, go right ahead but until then sit there and shut up. Green means go, not the sound of your horn.

I hate people who cut in lines. Who complain about the bagger to their face while on their cell phone. Who come into the 10 items or less lane with 15 or more items and think it's fine. One or two items I can understand but five or more? And then you don't know where you money is. And you're still on the cell phone.

Oh and people who have NO idea what they're doing in self checkout. I get you want to be adventurous or are trying to avoid the long lines but please don't. Your lack of skill and the huge grocery cart of things just holds the rest of us up who only have wine, shampoo, and dog treats {total single girl purchase}.

For that matter, people who get into the expert travelers lane at airports when they have no place being there. I am not going to lie, I judge you while you fumble with you shoes, go slow, and think you have all the time in the world. {Sorry Dad but you take WAY to long with your shoes and belt}. When I hit the line, my flip flips are off, bag ready, nothing in my pockets, and ticket in hand. That's why it's called expert.

When I hold open the door for you? A nod, a 'thank you', a smile, any acknowledgment that we are two people in life worthy of respect? that would be nice. If we are crossing paths, don't walk right into me. At least try to move and I'm pretty sure an "excuse me" wouldn't kill you. When I'm in line, how about some space? Unless you're Eric Northman, I don't think I want my body touching yours.

People who lack manners and common courtesy? I hate you.

Love,

Veronica.

mtv, i hate you

2010-07-23T08:41:00.000-07:00

Dear Mtv,

I hate you. I literally hate you with a burning anger in my chest. What you did with the voting was ridiculous and I'm pretty sure rigged. Please explain to me how the girl with the top votes and tweets and the biggest heart didn't make it into the final 5?

This is a contest for a twitter tj right? So you would think you would want the person who actually tweets the most, with actual content, replies to every comment made to her, AND ACTUALLY FOLLOWS HER FOLLOWERS would be the top candidate and who you want to win.

I hate that we had to jump through hoops to even vote and that LiLu did so much and yet somehow, your number 1 is a person who doesn't even follow her followers or seem to care.

But seriously, I really need you to explain the situation and why you even made tweet levels so important if you then ignored it. You were obviously smart to pick LiLu in the first place, so what gives?

I don't want my Mtv and I won't be watching.

Teen Mom, you will be missed.

The only way you can redeem yourself Mtv is if you didn't want LiLu to win because you're giving her her own tv show. Then all will be forgiven.

Until then I hate you.

Veronica.

Dear Lilu,

We all love you and know you're amazing and no matter what, you're a success. Guest spot on Community? If we can all tweet to get you on mtv which clearly sucks, let's get you on what matters!!

You have the biggest and best heart. You are a funny and kind and amazing person and we all love you and are proud!

Love

Veronica

Dear MTV,

I hate you. When I was 5 years old and my parents got cable, I wasn't excited about Nickelodeon. I was excited about MTV. Of course it was forbidden in my house, so I would wake up extra early in the morning when they were still in bed and watch it with the volume low. I would throw on my ballet leotards and pretend that I was Madonna mouthing the words to "Like a Virgin" without knowing what it really meant. I loved your network and I was a devoted fan for many years.

Over the years, I really don't know what's happened to MTV. When the M stands for "music", I want to know why I have to wait until midnight to see a music video but you constantly air shows like "silent library" which have NOTHING to do with music. It came to the point that when I switched cable providers, I didn't even know what number your channel was on because you had nothing I wanted to watch. When this competition started, I felt like you were finally doing something worthwhile and I started watching again...but you failed.

Lilu was a girl who gave her ALL to this contest. She was consistently in the top 3 if not in the top spot for the entire contest. You claimed that the top 4 would make it to the final competition. And now people with lower twitter levels made it into the top 5...um...wth? (not that I have anything against those people since I don't know them) But really, what happened to following the rules? Or if we're all wrong about the rules, how about you make them clearer? Because none of us can understand what happened. When your main viewers are teenagers, you should teach and promote honesty and fairness. I don't think you did that here.

Obviously this is your loss. Losing me as a viewer may have little impact, but losing Lilu is the biggest mistake you've ever made. MTV, today our relationship has to end. It's not me - it's you.

Love,

Betty

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Remember that kid that ate paste in your 1st grade class? Yeah he's the president of @MTV now...
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Whats up with ScarJo?

2010-07-21T13:41:00.001-07:00

Scarlett Johansson?
I hate you.

No, it's not because you married the talented and funny Ryan Reynolds which seems totally undeserved when I think of all the moronic things to come out of your mouth.

It's not because of your stupidly placed tattoo.

So why do I hate you? Yeah...okay...it's definitely all the stupid things that come out of your mouth that are both negative towards women, contradictory, and catered to the ideal of female sexuality as constructed by males....

“I definitely believe in plastic surgery. I don't want to be an old hag. There's no fun in that.”

Have you called up Hellen Mirren and told her that? Because I don't know if you're aware of her last photo shoot. She might be old but she is no hag and a natural beauty. Since aging is an inevitable process it's nice to see people embracing what we're supposed to look like

“I hope they make a video game of me. At least I wouldn't have any cellulite then.”

Again worried about your looks. While I get your job depends on looks, at least how you portray yourself and the roles you go for, ever thought of how stupid you sound when you say that and then say things like...

“If you're comfortable with yourself, then it's sexy. Maybe people think I look sexy because I feel sexy. I am a very liberated person that way. I'm very comfortable with my sexuality, my body, my face - well, sometimes I'm not comfortable with my face, but it's stuck there and there's nothing I can do about it.”

Right. You're comfortable with your sexuality except for looking old and any body imperfections. I actually don't find you liberated at all. I also like how only the things that you like are the things that males value sexually and the reason they see your movies, your body and breasts. Of course your face, which makes you unique, is what you don't like.

"Of course it's nice to be considered sexy, as a young woman in my prime. But I try not to think about the sexiness. And I never think about it being distracting."

You try not think about it but you always talk about it. Annoying. Also, it's not distracting?

"I was driving through Los Angeles and I look up and see the biggest photo of me I have ever seen in my life on a massive ad space. I screamed and slammed on the brakes. I couldn't believe it. It's very strange to see my cleavage the size of a brontosaurus. My breasts were huge. I had long hair and my goodness, I couldn't get past the cleavage."

okay...and? google yourself and thats all you see because thats all you show.

and my fav?

"I think that I sort of see other actresses are kind of proud of the way they look and show it off. That`s never really been my style. I really don`t think that it`s disgusting or wrong, if you`re 18 you`re 18, it`s your body, it`s your right to show yourself, however, I don`t really take a part in that. I like to look nice, but I think that there`s ways of doing it that are more tasteful than just wearing a bikini wherever you go. "

Oh how times change. I don't think there's a movie or awards show when your breasts aren't hanging out or being squeezed til they hit your face. As Betty pointed out, you being a skinny girl with big breasts is okay but being curvy like Christina Hendricks (from Mad Men) and having large breasts {read: normal and sexy} is someone disgusting. Don't fool yourself, you have some curves but you're a skinny girl with big breasts. I really see no problem wearing a bikini to the beach if you're 18, so please show me who does that atthe parties and places you go?

ScarJo, you have annoyed me in all your roles except for Ghost World, which was awesome {whats up thora birch? rip brad renfro :( }, I hated you in "He's Just Not That Into You", and I am sick of every interview/time I see you/you open your mouth there is always some stupid quote about your sexuality. Don't get me started on your views on monogamy...

I don't like that you think you're so sexually liberated but work and promote and perpetuate the industry standards of beautiful and sexy. I feel bad that you don't like you face. I think you recognize that it is a game but you embrace it and continue it and that makes me sad. I don't like you and the control you perceive to have over your sexuality. You say things like, "Being ultra-thin is not sexy at all. Women shouldn't be forced to conform to unrealistic and unhealthy body images that the media promote." but then you go on about how you take anti aging products, hate you face, and how a women's best compliment is being called sexy.

I don't think so. My best compliment is when someone recognized my intelligence or humor or things that I can control

Beauty is an accident. What you are inside is a choice.

So ScarJo? I hate you.

Love,

Veronica

{edit: I am not against plastic surgery, anti aging, botox, make up, etc etc. I really just don't like the message that sexuality is about looks and being perfect. However a person is comfortable is fine with me but do realize that without the media, most people wouldn't be clamoring for the physical perfection they crave. What a person finds sexy is subjective and these are just my opinions on an actress I really don't like. Again, hate is just a strong word for dislike}

Pessimist Pete's, I hate you

2010-07-16T10:08:00.002-07:00

I hate bad hair days, stubbing my toes, and negative people.

When something bad happens, I like to be witty, bitchy, silly and laugh it off. So when I see people bitching and moaning over useless things without a shed of positivity, it really annoys me. Sometimes bad things just happen. Sometimes you have car problems, spill on your favorite shirt, don't get a job you want, etc.

Sometimes your city makes you pay $75 for a sticker and then another $25 for your zone which they don't tell you in their renewal letter and you go with a $100, some meant to be gas money and they add on a $5.50 fee and you're all wtf? and they don't let you split payments with cash and credit and it becomes a hot mess and then your check engine light comes on a week after you just spent $60 to have it looked at and fixed...

I hate when people can never see the bright side or just remember tomorrow is another day. I hate having friends who just continually complain. If every conversation we have is about all the things wrong in your life and all 'woe is me', I will eventually stop calling you after I try slapping some sunshine into you and pumping some positivity into your complaint filed lungs.

Case in point: I had a good friend from high school who I always talked to and we got along very well until she got engaged. Now we had never agreed on many things but that was okay because agreement does not make a friendship. So when she got engaged she did not. stop. bitching. I'm sorry but if you're mom is paying for your too expensive wedding and you're only allowed 5 friends out of 75 guests, that's your own fault. I don't care about trolleys and overpriced wedding gowns and the fact that your wedding is black tie and only serving chicken or fish? redic. Black tie= steak. Eventually she complained about so much, I just stopped answering the calls. If she had even acted a little bit thankful someone was going to pay for a wedding which most people would be grateful for, I would have had some sympathy.

I have had friends, co-workers, family, and randoms on the train be that annoying negative person. I have been that person when I worked at a soul sucking job which drained my happiness. {When I realized I was being a grouch, I quit and went back to school.}

I just can't take another person bitching without anything positive being said. Also, do you think people really care about your every little problem? They really don't. You just come off spoiled and self absorbed and immature. It also just looks pathetic. A few complaints or a blog/tweet/phone call bitching about a bad day/week is completely understandable but when it becomes how people recognize you? Not good. You don't want to become a person who people roll their eyes at when they mention your name.

Things sometimes suck and we have all had those days but you know what? Make wine out of sour grapes. Call your best friend and bitch. Watch your favorite dvd and enjoy a quiet night. Go to the gym. Vent it on a blog and be done. Put the bullshit on the back burner. When you wake up the next day, it's a whole new ballgame. See your family.

After I overpaid for my stupid parking stickers yesterday, I was basically broke (thanks unemployment). I headed over to my Grandmas to take her and my little cousin to the church carnival opening night. We played games and headed to bingo. I was really nervous because I only had a few dollars left and after a round or two of paying for us, I was cashless.

And then I won Bingo. A few rounds later, I won again.

My Grandma says it because God knew I needed some help. Call it whatever you want but it came at just the right time. I wont $50 total and had money to pay for a bunch more games and whatnot and give them a great night.

So when people want to call me, email, invite me to lunch/dinner/hang out and ruin my meal with their negativity, please don't. I only have so much sympathy. Maybe if you didn't complain about every single thing I would actually feel bad for you. The over exaggeration of complaints needs to stop. Trust me, it's no wonder most of the top offenders I know are single.

Constant complainers, Negative Nancy's, Debbie Downers, Pessimist Pete's, I hate you.

Love,

Veronica

{Please note: I'm sure it sounds funny to some people that I would say, on a blog that's called "we hate you. love, us" that I hate negativity but it's true. There is a huge difference in making fun of things you don't like, laughing about it, and making light of bad situations. I mean it's obviously crazy to think that a person can not be annoyed or dislike things. So if I am going to hate, it's going to be funny, true, and that's that.}

{Also go vote for and follow LiLu and help her with challenge #4}

Shenanigans or how I hate fear and love the gym.

2010-07-13T12:26:00.001-07:00

I hate fear. {Not the awesome movie with my love Mark Wahlburg (Nicole 4 eva)}but I hate being afraid.

A few years ago, I used to be afraid to go into a grocery store by myself. I hated shopping alone and going to the library. I always needed someone with me or I just wouldn't go. Go to the gym? Forget it. Have a movie date with myself? Not a chance. Eat alone in a restaurant? You must be kidding.

I walked my dogs today and I tried to figure out if I had always been afraid. Was it before or after dating a volatile bi polar bf who got too happy with his fists and had to be left? I know that during that time I was a completely different person and that I definitely couldn't do anything alone. I tried to remember my life before that and I know that I may have been less afraid of people but I was still extremely self conscious.

I hated my fear of being alone in public. Then I did something and took control of my life.

I surrounded myself with love. With my best friend. With people who wanted the best for me. I started loving myself and the last few years have been nothing short of amazing.

I sat in the pool today reading a book and relaxing after an hour workout with a personal trainer and I.felt.amazing. I swam laps for an hour yesterday and floated on my back in a pool of complete strangers and felt alive. I go anywhere I want and do what I want and even when I was scared to workout and perhaps fail at the exercises I didn't stop. I just shrugged it off and did what I had to do.

I mean Harry Potter had it right when what he feared the most was fear itself. So while he got his patronus, I got my self confidence back and we got rid of fear.

Without fear I have room to love alot of things.

I am currently loving:

Panera's lemonade, tuna salad on multi grain, and an apple for a side. When I feel like a good meal, I head on over with a book and have the most relaxing lunch/dinner. They post the calories so I know what I'm eating and it helps me make responsible choices.

Buying books from the library. Just picked up Water for Elephants, The Time Travelers Wife, and a bunch of Alice Hoffman novels in perfect condition. For a $1 I'm getting new books and helping the library. Seriously they put out a ton of new books by a ton of authors so it's a money saver and helpful at the same time.

Going to the gym. What?? Loving it? Why yes, I am. I love to sweat. I love seeing results and I love that I'm giving my body love. With Matt, Rachel, Steph, Alexa, and so many others getting in shape, it feels great knowing we're all trying to be healthy and feel good. I recently got a trainer and whileI might hate on her some days, I will pretty much hate how much I love her for helping me.

True Blood. {the link is to my fav fan site} I seriously can't get enough of this show. This week having Sookie say "Shut the fuck up", Eric's fantasy of them, Bill actually being sexy at the end, and the yumminess of Alcide plus Layfayette being all tough after Eric saves him. Awesome. Even better? Someone finally taping and shutting Tara's mouth up.

So at the end of the day, it's about learning and knowing who you are. I hate people who are rude to the customer service industry, don't say please and thank you, who leave a mess at restaurants and don't tip. I love my local librarians, my best friend, cool whip, horses, and pretty colored toe nails.

Life is about balance and finding what works.

xoxo

Veronica

What Up With...The Shakeweight

2010-07-07T18:48:00.000-07:00

On Saturday night, I was all curled up watching bad television when I counted not one...not two...but three times where I saw a commercial for the Shake Weight and had to quickly change the channel. Now, not all infomercials bother me. In fact, I will admit that sometimes I'll get so drawn into one that I'll sit through the entire 30 minute presentation.

When I first saw a commercial for the Shake Weight, it made me laugh in an "isn't that silly" way. I also laughed because I have a dirty mind...you know what I mean. But as more time has gone on, I find myself saying "ok really, this is just ridiculous." And now there's Shake Weight for Men. Now I ask you: what up with that? Honestly, I don't get it. Is anyone really just sitting on their couch shaking this thing? Because I can think of several things I'd rather shake:

1) A metal shaker full of vodka, triple sec, cranberry juice, lime juice, and ice. Then I can burn the calories I'm about to consume in a delicious cosmopolitan.

2) A tambourine. In my dreams I'd like to flash back to the 60's and be a hot girl in a rock group standing on a pedestal in the back shaking a tambourine. Or like Madonna in her video for "Get Into the Groove".

3) My tailfeather...or bon bon...or groove thing...or rump.

Shake Weight commercial - I hate you.

Love,

Betty

Wedding Frustration

2010-07-01T14:42:00.000-07:00

As you read this title, you may think "What?! Who hates weddings?" It would seem a little weird to hate them seeing that I had one. I should make it clear that I don't actually hate weddings. In fact, I'd say that I've enjoyed almost every wedding that I've gone to. As Veronica would say, "I love love" and I absolutely adore watching friends and families who are in amazing relationships get married. However, one thing that I get frustrated with are people who care more about "their wedding" than "getting married”.

When I got married, I would be lying if I said I wasn't excited to wear a pretty white dress and dance the night away or that I didn’t squeal when someone bought us our ice cream maker, but what really mattered to me was having my family and friends celebrate with us. Knowing how expensive weddings can be, we tried really hard to make it affordable for our guests. We held the wedding at the time when it would be cheapest to travel where we live. We blocked hotel rooms at several different priced hotels. We had a registry with gifts in all price ranges. Every RSVP that said "yes" was exciting and a surprise. I am really grateful when other friends and families do the same.

Now, I’d never tell someone how to throw their wedding. If you want to get married in Paris, that’s awesome and I’m sure it will be gorgeous. If you want to register for a $500 slow cooker, fantastic! I bet you’ll make some delicious lemon chicken in it and I’ll likely ask you for the recipe. However, I have trouble when people expect me to “find a way” to attend these weddings. And I really hate that I feel guilty when I don’t go.

I've noticed that this has become a trend among a lot of people that I know. In fact, one girl said "I want MY WEDDING to be what I WANT and I don't care, people HAVE to come. They will find the money and deal with it." Um...why should I have to "deal"? By "deal" with it, do you mean that I can skip your wedding and not buy a gift? Because I really don’t feel like getting a new credit card so I can go. Going to weddings can be expensive, I totally get it. However, I think that people sometimes forget that their wedding may not be the #1 priority to all of their guests.

Recently I was invited to a friend’s wedding. When I got the Save the Date card, I was all prepped to go. However, as I started looking into the details of the day, I was a bit...shocked. It's a destination wedding. There are no blocked hotel rooms and the cheapest room in the area is $250/night. Nothing on the registry is under $100. At the end of the day this wedding will cost me $1000. I hate admitting it, but as dollar signs were running through my head, I thought "I'm not going." And I’m scared to send back the RSVP card because I know she’s going to be pissed.

Maybe I should blame WEtv and Bridezillas...except that Bridezillas can be extremely entertaining.

Love,

Betty

20sb Blog Carnival: Friends And Money #$friends

2010-06-25T12:28:00.000-07:00

{hey, it's the 20sb blog carnival and the topic is "How do your friends and others affect your choices regarding money?"}

With a quiz score of 27 from the Schwab MoneyWise calculator, it's definitely time to reevaluate my relationship with money.

The first time I understand what money was, I was about 4 years old. My brother and I had just left our Grandparents house and they handed me $20. I remember getting out of the car in front of our house and taking out the money. I looked at my brother, looked at the $20, and promptly ripped it in half. I proudly told my parents I was splitting it with my brother. After shock then laughter, my parents explained the concept of money to me.

A year later for my 5th birthday I'm immortalized on the family home video's by opening a card with $5 and jumping up and down screaming "MONEY MONEY MONEY I'm RICH!!". Because at that young age I knew money was something that could get you things.

When I was 13 money meant pizza and ice cream at the pool with my best friend. We would ride our bikes and swim for hours with some snack breaks, going home when the pool closed to eat dinner then head back to night swim.

Money in high school was incredibly important. Most of us didn't have jobs because we didn't need to. School was the important thing and so we had allowances. Mine was pretty low but with a generous bf always willing to give me a twenty to go out with my friends, I never did that bad. Plus the times when I needed new stuff my parents handed me a CC with note and that was it. PF Changs for Friday nights, Clinque makeup (hey, we thought it was cool), Victoria's Secret underwear, I always had nice things and didn't give a huge thought about where it came from.

I went away to college and had a meal card but my roommate and I were always ordering food and shopping. My parents opened an account for me at a bank we had at home and in my college town so they could put money in every month. Granted it only $200 but that seemed amazing to me and combined with my friend, we did well.

I ended up leaving college early the first year due to family issues. {I ended up going back and finishing a few years later} I got my first job and was making money for myself. I had no rent to pay and only a cell phone bill so I did well. I can tell you right now...I have no idea where my money went. I know some of it went towards my first car because my mom made me give her some of my paycheck and she matched what she took.

I'm guessing most of it went to restaurants with friends. It seems the older I get the easier it is to make plans for dinner and drinks. And of course new outfits to wear and shoes. I do remember a certain pair of smooth butter soft camel colored knee high boots that were on sale for about $300...but anyways...

Dinner and drinks. The phrase that every CC and debit card runs from in fear. I don't know how many people, especially 20somethings with their first tastes of freedom, have said this phrase over and over every weekend and a few week nights. It seems harmless but it never is. Drinks and appetizers and people wanting to split things and the meal you thought/told yourself you were going to spend no more then $20, $40 at the most turns into $60 or more. It adds up. If you only go out 2 times a week and spend $60 a week, that's $6,240 a year, not including a bar or club on weekends or lunches during work.

I think that's the hardest thing, knowing your money is going to waste. Because at the end of the day that's a lot of money spent with nothing to show. Sure, you can be like Carrie Bradshaw and have a $40,000 collection of shoes but when you want to buy that condo/house, we don't all have friends like Charlotte willing to help us out.

Look, I know I'm lucky because I don't have student loans or credit card debt. I have a car payment which my parents currently pay until I get a full time job. I don't pay rent right now on my apt and my family is covering my bills but don't be fooled, in this economy it is a strain on them as well. It's even harder to manage the non existent money I have and combine it with hanging out with friends but it taught me the most valuable lessons about how to manage my money.

I won't ever be that stupid girl who made $600 cash a week, paid no rent, and still was broke at the end of the week. I won't be the girl who doesn't balance her checkbook. I will do what my Mom always says and pay myself first ($20) if nothing else. I will balance my own checkbook and not spend what I don't need to. It's a matter or need versus want.

So even with those goals how do I get by seeing friends and NOT do dinner and drinks? Well here are some of the ways I've found are fun and work.

1) go to the gym together. it can be really fun and it makes a workout go fast. plus after you can use the pool, cool off, relax, and have a talk. it feels really good and its a fun way to bond without spending money.

2) thrift store. you can scrounge up all your loose change and with $3 can buy 6 paperbacks or 3 shirts, or skirts or a ton of different combos. Half the fun of thrifting is just digging through the stuff and it can last for hours. You can talk and laugh and with so much crazy things, you never run out of things to talk about. A $1 big drink at McDonalds will quench your thirst and fill you up afterwards or during.

3) game night. have everyone bring over their favorite board or video game. bring poker or tarot cards. apples to apples is a big favorite. still want to drink? have everyone pitch in $5 or what they can and make a run to the grocery store. See what you can get, it might be cheap but boxed wine can be fun for all and chips or something aren't too expensive. My friend brought eggs and choc chips and with the rest from my house, we made choc chop cookies.

4) zoo/musems. most cities have them and with a public library card you can check out passes to go for free.

The bottom line is that it might have to suck to admit not having money but there is no shame in being honest. You don't need to whine about being poor so people will pay for you. You can be and sound like a responsible adult and say "Sorry, watching my budget". What kind of rude person would argue with that? If they're your friend they won't put you in a position to spend money you don't have. Hey if it worked for Joey, Phoebe, and Rachel, it can work for you.

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I love this blog carnival and think you should all enter. Just writing this made me think about my relationship with money and new goals to work on!!

Go and enter at 20sb!!

{from the 20sb site} Prizes: Charles Schwab has been generous enough to offer five lucky bloggers a cash prize for writing fun and innovative content! That’s right…five lucky bloggers will get $100 each, so get creative, heartfelt, or hilarious. You all have unique voices, so we’ll do our best to highlight a few that really stand out.

Love,

Veronica

Disclaimer: This post is part of the 20SB Blog Carnival: Friends & Money, sponsored by Charles Schwab. Prizes may be awarded to selected posts. The information and opinions expressed in this post do not reflect the views or opinions of Charles Schwab. Details on the event, eligibility, and a complete list of participating bloggers can be found here.

Bill, you were just licking blood out of my head. I don't think it gets much more personal than that

2010-06-23T17:24:00.000-07:00

Hello darlings,

Sooooo I realize that some people might think this blog is a serious blog about being bitter and mean and that we sit around with voodoo dolls and pins and a bottle of tequila. Well, you'd be wrong. About the voodoo dolls, not alcohol.

But seriously, this blog is about venting and that's it. Things are annoying in everyday life but at the end of the day, it's better to write it out and forget it then hold it in. It's not targeted towards bloggers at all but real life shit that it annoying or sucks. It's better to be snarky and laugh then to hold it in or be fake.

The only thing I'm serious about is how much I love me some Eric Northman. Or about chocolate. I'm pretty serious about chocolate. and puppies. and the Jersey Shore. and Law & Order SVU marathons but I digress...

As my Dad days, "hate is a strong word, use strongly dislike" but that doesn't roll off the tongue...or keyboard as easy.

Bottom line is 20sb bloggers are fabulous and that's one thing I can say we completely love with no shame. That's right the "we hate" girls love us some 20sb. Bloggers everywhere talking about anything and everything is amazing. We love that in the blogosphere there is room for everyone. We are all different and that's what makes it so unique. That's right I'm looking at you LiLu, Dshan, AnydyGirl, Maxie, Ben, Doni, Katelin, Nicole, and so many others!

Now I'm off to youtube 80's tv shows, 90's boybands (again), and cute panda videos.

Love,

Veronica

I hate the high road: or why being morally superior can suck

2010-06-23T00:01:00.000-07:00

{What Up with That Wednesday is now in session!}

I hate taking the high road. You know, the road where you do the right thing but somehow the other person gets all the rewards? I know that in the end karma is a bitch and blah blah they'll get what they deserve but it still isn't fun watching a completely undeserving person get rewarded for well, being a jerk.

I hate the ex friend who talked CRAZY shit about me to a ton of people which was all lies. He was privately a VERY different person that most people saw him as and really, a big fake. I took the high road and didn't spill all the secrets that would have burned him socially and professionally. When people hate me because of him it gets me really upset. I feel like screaming and shouting and throwing a tantrum and letting them know how much shit their "friend" talked about them but what's the use? People have to figure things out for themselves.

I hate the ex boyfriend who is a spoiled brat who treats everyone horrible but is so charming everyone forgives him. The guy who lies to everyone, who is lazy, who can never be depended on but yet somehow everyone knows this and can't stand him but when you're in the room with him you forget it all. I hate that I worked so hard and people respect me more but still hang out with him. I hate that at the end of the day when I could do a lot of things to him I don't because I'm just not vindictive.

I hate having the power to really mess up someones life they way they've hurt mine or someone I've loved yet don't because I am a person who doesn't stoop that low. I hate feeling angry when I know I should feel good about myself and my decisions. I suppose I feel saltier that a bag of salt n' vinegar chips but sometimes I can't help it. It is really frustrating to work hard and watch people cheat and lie and get rewards based on that.

I also hate people who have 15 items and still go in the 10 items of less check out lane.

I hate people who can't decide for themselves how they feel about a person and rely on other people.

I hate feeling about bad about people not worth my time.

I hate waiting a week for True Blood and all summer for more Glee.

But things I love?

@LivitLuvit, in the @MTVTJ search for MTV’s 1st Twitter Jockey! #zyncmtvtj. Follow her!

Love,

Veronica

Something to say?

2010-06-23T00:00:00.000-07:00

So Betty and I love all your comments!! It's fun to see people hating on things like we do.

Since this is an anonymous blog, we want to open it up to people who want to bitch about something but don't want to use their own blog. You can email us at: wehateyouloveus@gmail.com and we'll post whatever you want us to.

Also, you can send in random hates and anonymous or not (whatever you prefer) we'll post them here and people can see what else is being hated on. You can send us anything, we're up for all feedback and if you love something, send it too!!

We love reading all your blogs and we'll be commenting more but you know what we hate? Having to switch in and out of our personal gmails to the whylu one. Ohhh can we be WhyLu like lilu is lilu? Lilu, lets us know lol (seriously though follow my blog crush on twitter @LivitLuvit)

So keep on hating like Michael Jackson keeps making money (too soon?) or Heidi Montag/Pratt keeps getting plastic surgery!

Also thanks alot to @brandabouttown for being so awesomely nice to us after out last post. We heart you!!

xoxox

Betty and Veronica

Hump Day Hate - Techno Drivers

2010-06-16T14:43:00.000-07:00

Yesterday while driving to the mall, I was stopped at a red light when I was assaulted by the loudest, most obnoxious techno music I've ever heard. He was also dancing with what I think were imaginary glow sticks. I turned my head towards the car and he looked at me, smiled, and said "what's up". At least I think that's what he said since I 1) couldn't hear him and 2) am not trained at reading lips. I digress...you want to know what's up Mr. Techno? What's up is that I hate you.

You've all witnessed these people - those who think their music is SO super that they want the entire world to hear it. Techno, metal, country, or that guy singing "I'll Make Love to You" at the top of his lungs (that's a true story...use your imagination to determine how that ended). Now, I'm not hating on those who love listening to music turned up in their car. In fact, Veronica and I were masters of this back in high school. However, there's a point where it's so loud that it's problematic. For example:

1) You can't hear an ambulance/fire truck/kid on a bike coming past you - safety first!
2) You get so "into the zone" that you don't notice when the light turns green. Then you can't hear me honk when I'm behind you. We all have places to be. I don't need to be stuck behind you simply because you can't focus on driving.
3) Your music drowns out mine. Not ok.

So Mr. Techno, please put your windows up and turn your music down a few notches so I can listen to Positive K's "I Got a Man" in peace.

Love,

Betty

I'm hating on today like Sue Sylvester hates on Mr Schue.

2010-06-15T16:20:00.000-07:00

So today is a bunch of random hates building up the last few days.

Hey @brandabouttown, why do you use the same bloggers for all your events/giveaways who invite the same people to their parties but never buy stuff? All the"Nintendo enthusiasts" you have never seem to buy much. How about sending some of that love over here? Between Betty and myself, we know tons of girls/people who love and spend lots of money on games and whatnot. Hook us up and we'll invite bloggers who have cash and who never get the good invites. This is coming from a girl who has been a Nintendo fan since the first year it came out and her brother got 2 because it was so unsure who could even get one that we got lucky. I've rocked almost every version of gameboy, had the cube, have a DS, and love the wii (even though i don't have one but Betty does). My fav Nintendo game? Bubble Bobble! Okay...it might be Littlest Pet Shop but whatever! I still rock out to some NBA games and LOVE me some Call of Duty. So, hook some new people up, get some fresh blood and feedback!

Also? How come the same bloggers always get the same awesome giveaways and never send the gifts or their friends always seem to mysteriously win? What's up with that [ohhhh eeee whats up with that, whats up with that? I love you Kenan!]

Hey, people on my block? Seriously, SHUT UP! I am still hating on you. STOP making comments so that I have to change my dog walking route in order not to be harassed. I hate you.

Hey bad drivers, USE A TURN SIGNAL!! I am not a mind reader and when you slam on your brakes to turn with no notice, NOT COOL! Also, pulling out into the road to make a left and blocking traffic and then when you see it and have the room to back up and let me go and don't, go f*** yourself. Seriously, who gave you a license? Do not. I repeat, do not. give me that extremely stupid and fake blank look like 'what? I don't know why you would be mad I'm blocking traffic because I think I'm better since I drive a Mercedes." You're really not fooling anyone.

Hey motorcycles/bikes? If you want cars to respect you, respect the road. If I can't weave through cars during traffic, you can't either. If you want to make up your own lanes in between cars, don't wonder why cars hate you. Bikers, honestly where do I even start? First off wear helmets and then go find a mountain to climb.

Hey people who think Glee and Lady Gaga should be guilty pleasures that I should be embarrassed about? I don't think so. I need to feel no guilt about liking those things (especially when they are combined {Kurt: Lady Gaga is a woman! She's only the biggest pop act to come along in decades. She's boundary-pushing, the most theatrical performer of our generation, and she changes her look faster than Brit changes sexual partners.} I like that on my shelf I have my romance novels next to Vonnegut. I have a vampire shelf full of Charlaine Harris Sookie Books, True Blood DVDs, Twilight books and movies, and an Edward doll. It was on sale and I bought and so what? I have no guilt about what's on my DVR (Glee, a soap opera, True Blood, and Hannah Montana). I like what I like and no one is going to tell me that I should feel bad. I will say it proud and loud that I adore musicals. And what?

Now I'm going to put in Twilight on this super rainy day and enjoy me some Edward Cullen being awkward and hot and polite.

Love,

Veronica.

This is my dance space, this is your dance space...

2010-06-10T20:06:00.000-07:00

Tonight I went to a dance class at my gym. While I don't love going to the gym, I really look forward to the dance classes they offer. However, I don't look forward to some of the people in my class. It's not everyone, maybe half of the class. So 50% of my gym dance classes - I hate you.

The problems start out before the class even starts. These classes at my gym are really popular and definitely fill up. The gym decided that members need to sign in at the front desk when they arrive if they want to take the class so they can make sure that the room isn't over capacity. In a class that has a lot of jumping/turning/arms flying, significant space is essential. However, people seem to think that they are above this policy and walk right past the desk into the dance room. Today I signed in 10 minutes before class started and only 1/4 of the list was full. However, walking into the room I saw that only a few more people could fit. And you know that 15 more people showed up before class started and another showed up halfway through the class. Fellow dancers - you are not above the policy. Trust me, you will benefit by following the rules. Don't think I'm afraid to talk to the manager if there are too many people in there. I will.

Next, there is the issue of where people stand. Today a guy in the class was well over 6 feet tall. First, I will give props to this guy - men tend to stay away from dance classes which is a shame because it's a killer workout. However, he decided to stand in the front row right in front of the instructor. I'm short - I couldn't see past him. I'm sure he's aware that he's tall - be a little considerate of the shorter people in the class and move to the right or left.

While we're on the topic of where people stand, classmates - please don't stand next to me if it will only leave 6 inches of space when there is a much roomier spot somewhere else in the classroom. I should start by saying that I have a dancing background. I pick up steps really quickly and I do them full out for the entire class. I don't expect everyone to be able to do this - the steps are tough and fast and it can be really hard to catch on. I fully support these people coming to class. However, if you can't pick up the steps, or even better, step to the right each time the instructor says "step to the left", leave adequate space. Patrick Swayze said it best in Dirty Dancing: "This is my dance space. This is your dance space. I don't go into yours. You don't go into mine."

Finally, as cute as some of your clothes may (or may not) be when you're walking down the street, it doesn't mean that they are appropriate for a dance class. If your long sleeve shirt has long, dangling pieces of fabric with beads attached, please don't wear it to class. When you turn and flap your arms, it may end up hurting someone. For example, you may hit me...on my left arm...and leave a painful red mark. Not ok. And if you do hit me, please apologize.

In conclusion, please think for 2 seconds before going to dance class. And maybe just stay a little further away from me.

Love,

Betty

Hump Day Hate.

2010-06-09T13:30:00.000-07:00

If John Mayer has sung about something, I probably hate it. Okay maybe that's not entirely true because I still think your body is a wonderland and sometimes you should just say what you need to say but I in no way back up his angsty ways as he does, singing "it might be a quarter life crisis".

What. the. fuck.

Lilu's fabulous tweet inspired this hump day hate. {which is going to be a feature of this blog although it will usually be a picture and a few lines}. So apparently a QLC is the new black is the new pink is the new glen coco.

Let's break this down. A bunch of people are in their twenties and decide they are going to find themselves. They are going to throw caution and student loans to wind and run off. Maybe they're going to quit their job or school or they're just going to blog and blog. and blog. and blog. about what life really is and how they are going to j.k. livin like Matthew Mcconaughey. How is it a crisis? Isn't that called life? I hate people who have to act pretentious about life.

Yeah I said it. It's becoming pretentious. All of us are living life and I don't think that at 25 we are really in such a "crisis". Finding yourself is the new beer pong. I guess I thought what you do after 18/college/early twenties is called experience, my bad...

Now slow down people, I am not hating on love and happiness and people coming together for good. I love the idea that people want to be true to themselves and be happy. I am just sick of every blog being about how life is so hard and difficult and what am I going to do and I am just going to be ME and find out who I really am. Sometimes I honestly find it rather smug.

I like my life of reality tv and working and being with friends and living life without wondering every 5 seconds if it's enough and if I'm on the right path. I like just living.

Sometimes we miss the forest for the trees. I hate how everything has to be meaningful and authentic, god forbid things be silly or without purpose or even a bit snarky (like this blog). It's funny because everything we do is authentic because it's us. Even when we aren't being true to ourselves, it's still who we are.

I hate having to be told that I am not living enough or that I should keep searching.

I love my life and I sometimes hate it and I accept that life has ups and downs and that it isn't a crisis, it's just what it is. Life. So hate on this blog and tell me that I've had too much haterade and should switch to some vitamin water and a granola bar. My vodka/lemonade is just fine thanks.

Love,

Veronica

Who are the people in your neighborhood?

2010-06-07T23:36:00.000-07:00

I hate my neighbors.

Remember the Sesame street song about the "people in your neighborhood"? You know the one..."Say, who are the people in your neighborhood? The people that you meet each day". Well, let me tell you about my neighbors. Trust me, you won't see NPH dancing around singing about telly's shoes or the Cookie Monster in my neighborhood.

What you will see are kids who need to simmer down and go to their own houses/apartments to drink their cheap beer and 40s and catcall to each other. Seriously, I don't care what you do but STOP LITTERING ON MY LAWN! My dogs don't need to choke on your chicken wings or huge slabs of beef jerky (seriously?). I know who lives on my block and let me tell you, a block full of families and special needs people (most of the block) are not out at 3am calling to each other from across the streets screaming "GIRL, WHERE YOU AT".

Also? I hate the men who sit at the end of the block on the church steps asking me if I "habla español" AFTER they have made a bunch of ridiculously gross, inappropriate, and icky comments about my body and what they'd like to do to it, in spanish. Thanks for asking after the fact. What tipped you off, my disgusted face as I rush my dogs along the block or me turning around and walking them the other way when I see you? Look I'm half spanish so this isn't rude, this is just a fact. This does lead me to the other neighborhood creeps.

Again while walking the dogs I stumbled upon 3 guys walking towards the busy street. One guy was super nice and polite, talking to my dogs, introducing himself and just being considerate. One guy was hanging back quiet and the third, oh lord was he trying my patience. First he was all "where you been at girl, you come from a club?" I was like what the what, I'm walking my dogs and wearing a halter cause its hot as hell, with jeans and flip flops, what club does he think I was at? But whatever, maybe I shouldn't hate on his ignorant ass because it could have been a weird way to tell me I looked nice, right? Yeah, no...because the next thing out of his mouth was "you know its my mans birthday, whats up, whats up". Excuse me? I will wish him a 'happy birthday' but I will NOT be giving him a happy ending. I hate how guys will be full on creeps while it's clear I'm picking up dog poop, not a man.

I hate the people in my neighborhood who take up 3 spaces of precious street parking instead of 1. We all know its a bitch to park, especially with limited spots and only 1 block where our permit is valid and half of them are handicapped spaces. So why be that asshole who pulls in between cars to make a few spaces into one because of the exact spacing, therefore becoming a bigger dick than kanye west to taylor swift. People, I will (and do) leave you hate notes on your windshields reminding you to be a considerate person but apparently manners went out with the Kennedy administration.

Also, would saying 'thank you' kill a person? I'm pretty sure my next post will be on how to handle no mannered tactless irresponsible assholes who don't know what the magic word is and think they're better then emily post.

I hate the people in my neighborhood and yes, I am that kind of neighbor that will peek out of my blinds and call the cops anonymously complaining about noise, loitering, litter, and tell the police I don't know whats going on but I see cars stopping and people handing them things in windows. Do not judge, I keep this place safe! If they have nothing on them, nothing to worry about.

Just be glad I don't have bricks to throw out of my windows at cars with alarms going off for hours and hours...

Love,
Veronica

Do Not Ruin My $10 Movie Theater Experience

2010-06-04T20:55:00.000-07:00

Tonight I'm hating on people at movie theaters. I went to see a movie with the hubby and fortunately he got to leave work early and we were able to make a 4:30 show. I usually shy away from Friday nights at movie theaters because they are filled with lots of teenagers/popcorn all over the place/gross bathrooms/etc. I figured that the movie would start before people got off of work so it wouldn't be too crowded.

I was right and when we walked into the theater had maybe 30 people in it. The theater was huge - I'd guess it could sit at least 300 people. We picked our seats, got comfy and the previews began. Of course a few people came in during the previews which is totally normal. But just as the movie was beginning a group of 5 teenage boys walked in and decided to sit RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME.

When I go to a movie, I always make a point to not sit in front of anyone because I don't want to block their view and I want to give them the option to put their feet up on the chair. Of course, if the movie is sold out, you can't avoid it. But today, when there were 270+ other seats to choose from, they chose the seat in front of me...the seat that my feet were on...and proceeded to spend the entire moving rocking back and forth hitting my knees. Sure, I could have gotten up and moved to a different seat, but I was there first. Call it childish, but I believe in a thing called movie etiquette and these people did not follow it. I hate you.

Love,

Betty

My Boobs Trump Yours

2010-06-02T13:38:00.000-07:00

Lately I've been reading a lot of posts about the horrors of bathing suit shopping. I get it - it's summer, it's time, and really who loves shopping for a bathing suit? But what's really irritating is reading about how people have such a tough time because their boobs are too big. Let me break it down: my boobs trump yours. I'm 95% confident in saying that. You're complaining because you're a D or DD? I'm a G...yes, you read that right. And no, I'm not a big gal - I'm a 34G. I'm also all natural (which leads me to this - those girls who get plastic surgery to be my size: Do your research. You will have back problems. It's not glamorous. You look silly. I hate you.)

The average bra size in the U.S. is a 36C. So if you're a D or DD, join the club of many girls who are a D because you're not that far off the average. You can still buy bras at Target, Victoria's Secret, etc. I have to order mine from specialty stores. You can easily find bras that are in pretty colors and fabrics. I'm lucky if I can find a bra that's not black, white, or nude. You can buy a bra for less than $80. I have to make massive alterations to all of my clothes to fit which often costs twice as much as the item of clothing. You can definitely find a bikini top that fits. Yea, you may have to look a little harder, but guess what - EVERYONE DOES. I don't feel bad for you.

And finally - how about you embrace what you have? Many girls will pay thousands of dollars to get what you have. You're a woman - boobs come with the territory. I'm sure you enjoy having that little something extra to make that sparkly halter top looks extra hot instead of having to wear a super enhancing padded bra. I hate you.

Love,

Betty

Because I Can

2010-06-02T13:23:00.000-07:00

Right now I am hating on people who go on twitter to say things like "oh no, dont spoil Glee" "omg people suck! why do they have ruin things #glee". Seriously? DON'T GO ON TWITTER! That's it. Easy. You won't know what happened and you will save everyone who follows you from having to roll their eyes and say "shut up" out loud so the person next to them looks up, wondering whats going on. I hate you.

Also? People who complain about being heavy on their blogs and clothes not fitting and then ALWAYS posting via their blogs/twitter/whatever how they eat chocolate and candy and sweets and go out to dinner all the time. It's no wonder you are gaining weight. Working out can only go so far...75% of losing weight is what you eat. I mean when I put on the lbs it's not a mystery to me, I know it's the chinese food and eating fast food and heath bars. It's not rocket science...I hate you.

I am calling out the bitch on Glee who is Jesse St James dance partner. That stank face, bad attitude, and aren't you like 35? She was all sorts of mean and poor Rachel!! Lead dance girl, I hate you!

Love,

Veronica