Crabby Cake

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Thank you.

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In a world of high tech… emails, texts, voice mails and wall postings…

I truly believe that writing out a hand written thank you shows so much more appreciation.

After going on vacation and going on wonderful trade tours and tastings, I’m sending out thank you notes. Cute little cards with hard written babble in each one. I’m very grateful for anything people are willing to show, teach or offer me. I also believe that a small little jester made by a small little person like me shows that the company/group I work for really does care and appreciates the businesses we work with.

Speaking of this, I need to plan the little Christmas cards I plan on giving to my vendors and the people I work directly with. A crazy little stamping project with papers is rattling around in my head.

Thank you can be the greatest thing to come out of anyone’s mouth, yet I feel it isn’t used enough.

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August 26, 2009 at 1:45 pm

No thanks.

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True story..

I hate religion.

Religious people have either done or said to many bad things to or against me. Religi0n offends me in so many ways.

Um, happily or sadly… I don’t need a security blanket. I walk with a purpose at all times… to kick ass and take names.

For those that say things to me like “God bless…..” I know you mean no harm at all but, you make me cringe and like y0u even less. I’m secretly saying to myself something like,  “fuck you, if only you knew?, die in a fire, or whatever….”

If God was supposedly to be on  my side or what have you, he failed. Twice. As a small child, and as an adult.

Man.

I’m not religious, I try to keep it to myself. I find it better to keep most views to myself. If you choose to be religious, why can’t this kept this to yourself as well? I don’t go on about h0w much I adore sleep… man, sleep is serious business in my book, you have no idea…

Don’t get me wrong, I know a lot of folks that love Jesus. I love them dearly… and we have no conversations about religion or god what so ever.

I love you whether you like it or not that I don’t have faith in your friend, Jesus.

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July 17, 2009 at 10:30 pm

It maybe hot, but I don’t want to see your flab.

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So it has been hot in these parts, or I guess Seattle…

And I’ve seen so many overly, over weight people in little amounts of clothing on.

The truth is, it grosses me out.

Yeah, okay wait..

Yes, I weigh 200 pounds. And at one point in time I weighed 58 pounds more.

But, I don’t leave the house with my gut, ass or tits hanging out all over the place.  I try to wear clothing that fits properly. I make sure you can’t see my underware or bra.  If it is 90° and you happen to see my underware or bra, you must be sitting next to me on my back porch, in my basement, or in my bedroom.

It may be hot but have some class.

But this also makes me want to run up to people and tell them “Weight Watchers will set you free!!” Cut the shit and try something that really works!

Maybe some people are really content being fat and looking like hell, but I’m not one of them.

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June 10, 2009 at 7:03 pm

Stupid floooozys.

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Dear co-worker.

Thanks for bringing a date/fuck buddy with you to see Pat’s band… Um, its really sort of odd that she shops at our store and we all recognize her but she’s never seen any of us before. Thanks for buying me a drink after calling me a pussy for only wanting 1 beer. Um, but I’m sort of weirded out that you found it okay to buy it for me with your date’s money? But seriously, if you have to piss, please take her with you or some thing! I hate small talk just to fill the void… it reminds me of that scene in Pulp Fiction. You’re a smart and nice guy but  I’d really really hate to be involved with such a player like you. I have to remember that you’re only 24, and it seems to be all us with the issues and you’re fine doing what you’re doing. Rock on.

XOXOX
-J

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May 17, 2009 at 2:11 am

My boring ass weekend.

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Man.

Friday was pretty awesome. I fell and skinned my knee while holding a cup of coffee. The coffee survived, the knee was skinned and is still bruised. I went to a WW meeting and lost a pound. Later Kevin bought me an blended latte and I dropped it twice, mainly due to the fact that the chick made a mess of it and put another cup on the outside of it to make it less messy. The second cup didn’t like being squeezed or something. We did some other crap that seems to have slipped my mind. It involved diner and salads. Fat people love salads, they’re delicious. They are, they’re yummy and Ralphie May said so. I had to go to bed pretty early so I could get up pretty early on Saturday to be at work by 5. But, knowing myself all to well I took to much time getting ready for bed aka fucking about in the bathroom and bedroom. I got to bed by 10:30p and couldn’t get to sleep because I had aneixty about getting up at 4:15. 3 hours of sleep isn’t enough for me anymore.

Saturday was pretty uneventful. I got up really early, like 4:15 after remembering looking at the clock a lot and being awake when my alarm didn’t go off. Remember kids, setting the alarm isn’t enough, you have to turn the fucker on as well. I had the beginnings of a cold or some awesome but super early allergies. I worked an awesome 8 hours. Kevin went to Bremerton. I went to the chiropractor before he closed at 3p. After coming home, Abigail and I took a nap. I ate a feast of cheese filled pastas, broccoli with olive oil and salt and pepper and red pepper flakes, and a huge ass salad. It wasn’t that exciting. I drank a glass of wine. Took a bath in Epsom salts. Called it good and went to bed. I slept like crap because Kevin wasn’t home.

So far today was entertaining. I worked pretty damn early, though not as early as yesterday. I was trying to be all awesome and perch on the edge of a milk crate that wasn’t as full and it probably should have been for the task I was trying to do… and the crate tipped forward and I managed to catch my thigh on the tower of crates next to it. You should see my fucking bruise, it is so hot… as in putting off a lot of heat. I’d take a picture but I’m not that flexible and my legs look like sausages and you might be blinded. I then realized that I’m closer to being 40 than I am to being 15?!? I de-pooped the backyard. I washed some dishes. I took a long shower, did all the necessary hygiene bits. I talked to Kevin, he was eating at this dad’s house. I ate a feast of broccoli with olive oil and salt and pepper, a salad, and rice noodle soup. And then I posted this blog. After this I’ll have a glass of wine and dry my hair. Be then, Kevin might be now.

Wow, I’m kind of boring.

tl;dr? Bold stuff is more important but, not that important stuff.

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March 29, 2009 at 8:23 pm

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sorry about that, knee.

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Remember kids…

You are never to old to trip in your driveway and skin you knee.

Ouch.

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March 27, 2009 at 12:10 pm

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And remember, sluts….

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If you’re going to wear bright lipstick, brush your teeth. Nothing says hot like staring at your mouth and wonder if the last thing you ate was a whole loaf of bread.

I’m going to a going away party tonight for my friend Jen. The crazy thing is I worked with her in the past at a spa 5 years ago, and she left me then, too. I asked her is she was coming back again, just to leave me again. She laughed and said hopefully not. I love ya Jen, good luck in Lake Tahoe!

I’m wearing bright red lip gloss, I brushed my teeth.

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February 27, 2009 at 8:57 pm