Men, hold the door for a lady

Since it's already after lunchtime, it's highly likely that most have you have done your blogging for the day, so I'm already late to the confessions game that Kathy hosts...let's just jump in shall we.

I confess, that I get so so MAD, AGGRAVATED, PISSED, in a HUFFY puffy mood when a MAN doesn't hold a door for a WOMAN. It's common courtesy. What the F?

Story: Yesterday, I had my cross body bag on me, my travel bag (the black one seen here) stuffed to the brim, a tupperware container with my cell phone on top of it in my left hand, and in my right, juggling my water bottle, sunglasses and ID badge. This RUDE man was standing exactly to the right where I have to badge in...except he moved over to the left in front of the doors as soon as I swiped. So he moved to the left side of the doors, I had assumed he would of helped me but he stood there pretending to play on his phone till I literally STRUGGLED to open the doors...he then said "You got that?" and I had to kind of maneuver my way through the door, and I guess my big black bag socked him in the stomach, so much that he made an "oomph" noise. OOPS SERVES YOU RIGHT! I was so pissed I just yelled back "Sorry!" with that snotty girl attitude attached to it. Rude.

 I confess, that I think I'm cancelling my RWJ Fitness membership, even though I just told you yesterday I would keep it.  The devil inside me is saying "Keep it, it has an olympic pool! When will you ever get to swim in that again! You bought those bathing suits for that! And goggles, and a swim cap! They have yoga classes! It's only 1 tank of gas a month!" but The angel inside is reminding me that it's $37 a month which amounts to approximately $480 a year which can be put towards other things.

I confess that sometimes it's really hard to come up with these confessions!! How do you people have so many secrets to tell!

Oh, I got one.... our work is taking away our desk side garbage cans and giving us this mini-size garbage with lids that are no bigger than a freaking container of lysol wipes.  It's in an effort to save money. So with that said, I confess that if my boss tells me to empty her garbage I will quit on the spot.

The countdown to Vegas is on (52 days!) and I'm for once, happy and seeing some results in my legs from all the running and walking I've been doing. Oh, and I've been eating healthy too. What the hell has gotten into me! I only caved once and got Applebee's....let's get serious, a girl has got to have some snacks.

The red notification number in my apps on the iphone makes me crazy and it can never be there.  It's so taunting. I get really pissed when numbers I don't know call me and I refuse to answer, and it will stay there until I open up my phone just to view it to remove it. It's so frustrating.  Why do I get frustrated at something like that? I have issues, what can I say.

I recently read Stephanie's post about her trip to the Bahamas {Staniel Cay}, and now I want to go swim with pigs!

I confess, that I really don't think Ryan Gossling is all that hot.  I think we need a new stud on the confessions link up for the second half 2014, don't you think so Kathy!?