If I can't say anything good...

My brother recently told me not to be a hater. He's not the first to tell me that. I'm considering taking it to heart. I think when I am being negative my face looks less attractive. I am shallow enough that anything that I do to make my face less attractive should be discontinued immediately. Honestly I am somewhat superficial and I recently took a personality test that says so. But the same test also said that there were no wrong results, so I feel OK about my superficialness. My motto is: It's not just whether you (I) win or loose, it's actually how you (I) look to others while you (I) play the game.

Anyway, I am going to try and suppress the bitchiness (esp. about my home town Cinci) for a minute at least. Instead, let me introduce myself and maybe give the two people that might read this stuff a point of view.

I was born in 19seventy something in Ringgold, GA. Ringgold is a small town about 10 miles south on I75 from Chattanooga, TN. I left when I went to college and except for a 1.5 year break from school, haven't been back (except for the occasional visit with the family). I lived in Gainesville, FL for 4 years after marrying at a young age. I finished school with a BA in Psychology in Gainesville. It took me a total of 8 years going part time to finnish school. From there, I moved to Boston with my husband and two girls. We were there for 5 years. I loved and hated Boston equally when I first arrived. As time passed, I loved it way more than I hated it.

I have now been in Cincinnati for 1.5 years. I hate it way more than I sort of like it (ooops, no more bitchy). I am a property manager for an apartment community in northern KY. I am positive that my bad attitude about this area stems from my experiences at work. One of those recent experiences caused me to start this blog and it's how I came up with the name. I would go into detail but I might get fired. I definitely don't want that.

I love: animals, dancing, music, reading, traveling, sports (Red Sox, Gators), wine (I prefer red at the moment), starburst candy, grilled steak, Thanksgiving, parties and tattoos.

I am: expressive, fast-paced, people-focused, open, direct, animated, intuitive, lively, spontaneous and persuasive.

My weaknesses: impulsive, easily bored, disorganized, confused by facts and figures and lack a sense of logic at times.

Thanks for reading.

Assholesincars

I'm considering chartering a small plane to get me to and from work everyday. I have calculated that I have spent a total of 16.5 hours in the last 5 trips to work sitting in traffic. I don't usually get worked up about it. I am after all this idiot that decided to take a job in Florence when I live in West Chester. I purchased a car with a great sound system and I rock the tunes while I drive...no big deal. The last week however, has been a little over the top.

Tuesday's snow storm last week created mayhem in Northern KY and Cincinnati. What the hell was I thinking waiting until 4:30 to leave my office that day? Five hours and an extremely full bladder later, I arrived home. This morning put me over the edge. I may have even had a small breakdown (mentally).

There was this one asshole in a black pathfinder that kept doing the changing the lanes constantly while cutting people off to get one car ahead thing. He cut me off at least 3 times in a 10 mile stretch. What the hell! I made it my purpose this morning to piss him off as much as I possibly could. Every chance I had to get in front of him and slow down a little forcing him to get over again, I did. It gave me a little pleasure this morning. I realize that I should probably see a doctor and possibly get a prescription for anti-anxiety medication.

Until then I will enjoy my little bit of road rage and try NOT to get shot...