Snark & Aww

Yep

tastefullyoffensive:

via

∞10:31 pm, reblogged by trish1981 ∩11121

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∞12:01 pm, reblogged by trish1981 ∩5809

It’s a knuckle meat pounder

I think I’ll add it to the list of items I’m likely to accidentally hurt myself with

∞09:29 am, by trish1981 ∩6

I don’t think I’ll ever get married, but should the opportunity present itself, I will have these. Because they’re awesome.

fuckyeahweddingideas:

Hanging table numbers in the cutest way…love!

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∞03:58 pm, reblogged by trish1981 ∩197

nevver:

I like to walk on your boobs as you sleep

∞01:37 pm, reblogged by trish1981 ∩890

We’ve had near constant snowfall today.

The main roads have been so-so, but secondary and rural roads are really slick.

Now that it’s nightfall, conditions are even worse. The drop in temperature has made the so-so roads even slicker and visibility with heavy snowfall at night is horrible.

These are not the kind of conditions you want to be out driving in.

Yet, employees of a certain satellite TV company have been out working all day. Because TV is so important that it’s worth risking someone’s safety over getting setup.

This is also the same company that makes their employees work on the 4th of July, Thanksgiving, Christmas and every other holiday. There is never a day off. Even Walmart closes on Christmas. But by God, you can have a brand new satellite dish installed on your house. Because, again, TV is just that important.

But they must compensate their employees well if they work under such conditions, right?

Nope, not so much.

The pay is crappy, their bonus structure makes it nearly impossible to actually get one, it’s practically impossible to get promoted and the benefits suck too.

Want a sick day? Okay, after you’ve worked there for 2 full calendar years.

So while you’re working, in a blizzard, with a cold (because you can’t take a sick day) and it’s 5pm and you should get to go home because you’ve already been working 10 hours, they send you an hour away to do something that almost certainly could have waited until tomorrow. But no, TV is way too important to wait until tomorrow.

∞08:29 pm, by trish1981 ∩4

thatchris:

havenotwantnot:

I do.

Yep. :)

∞06:09 pm, reblogged by trish1981 ∩375

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∞04:10 pm, reblogged by trish1981 ∩46120

Resolutions suck (except for this one)

I had one of those crushing moments last week where someone carelessly reminded me that I’m fat.

There I was, perfectly content, then WHAM!

Oh yeah, stop being happy, you’re a big fat fatty. You’re not allowed to be happy because you don’t fit into single digit pants. You cow.

Oh, and just to top it off, you now get to feel guilty about eating anything because you’re fat and fat people have to eat in shame.

Then I thought, fuck that.

I was having a great time before that incident. I wasn’t thinking about my weight. I wasn’t thinking about it because it didn’t matter.

My weight doesn’t matter.

And anyone who thinks it does isn’t worth my time.

I used to tell people I’ve had a weight problem for most of my life. But that isn’t true at all. My weight isn’t the problem. The problem is I’ve let other people convince me it’s a problem. I’ve let other people tell me I’m not normal. I’ve tortured myself for years over my weight, and for what? To make who happy? Certainly not myself.

So even though resolutions aren’t my thing, I’m making one this year. Just one.

I’ll like myself this year.

I’ll embrace my chunky thighs, my pudgy stomach and my chipmunk cheeks. I won’t weigh myself and be forced to live by the numbers on a scale. I’ll love my body and treat it right. But I won’t be ashamed when I eat pizza or cake or half a bag of mini Snickers. Sometimes a girl just needs a lot of Snickers.

There’s a lot about me to like, and none of it has to do with the size of my clothes or how much I weigh. Maybe it took me a while to figure that out, but here I am. Better late than never. And I have to say, I like myself a hell of a lot more already.

∞02:48 pm, by trish1981 ∩10

I just downed a vat of Dayquil and some Mucinex.
I’m going to kick this cold’s ass
Or overdose

∞05:00 pm, by trish1981 ∩2