C.P.lAme

So as an accountant I want nothing to do with the CPA.  You would have never known that based on my degree/career choice/being a CPA review course rep.... I mean it didn't help I failed at my first attempt either.  But what is more frustrating is that everyone at my company thinks you have to do it and it will differentiate you between other employees... Where as I see it as limiting, because then people will only pursue you for account roles, which as you may (or may not) know, is the last thing I really want to do.  Yeah journal entries and t-accounts, sign me up! Not!  So they see it as a door opener, I see it as a hallway creator.  You will have to go down this hallway of jobs that CPA's would just love to have (e.g. Corporate Financial Accounting)... I'd rather poke my eyes out than do AJE's.  Not only has my supervisor pushed it recently, making it part of our goals... when in reality it's her goal.  I don't think I really want it.  I'd rather get an MBA, or something in another focus than accounting.  I mean that will help me get into management or something other than being a staff accountant for the rest of my life.  But after my meeting with my new mentor he just reiterated this "go get your CPA" mantra that everyone preaches.  Why do accountants think that is the only option?  When in reality half (if not more) of accountants don't really love accounting.

Disorganized Bling

I feel like my life is so disorganized.  Well because it is... case in point my bedroom.  (Wow, that's embarrassing)   Half my room is packed up, then the other half is run amuck.   Then there are boxes in the living room and who knows how many in the garage.  I just want them to be unpacked.  I need to have my own home with organization and everything has a place.  Soon enough, soon enough.  Sometime between three weeks and August 23rd I can start to de-clutter and decorate!  

Speaking of decorating, that is a really daunting task.  Have to get the bedrooms, bathrooms, kitchen, living/dining room just right.  Ok, I'm not crazy anal and everything has to be a certain way, I just want it to look nice and most of all, put together.  Anyone an interior designer that wants to give me some free advice??  I figure I'll cross that bridge when I have myself a set of keys!

But the upside to my disorganization is the lovely gift I bought myself today.  My mom doesn't like it, but I do and that's all the matters.  So ever since SATC 1, I loved Samantha's ring (let's face it I love her too).  So Nordis and their fab anniversary sale, had a lovely little replica for me to take home with me.

So I guess those are my pit and pick of the day.

Keepin' it current

For lack of creativity, I'll keep you up on current events, and by events I mean my life.


Current Book(s):
Def don't have time to read.  I think I've started two of Chelsea Handler's books.  Want to read something more thought provoking though.

Current Music:
Pandora station based on "Swing Life Away" by Rise Against... Alternative rock pretty much.  
Current Shame-Inducing Guilty Pleasure:
Facebook stalking... we all do it, I'm just honest about it. Love wedding shows too, haha. 

Current Colors:
Lavender, green

Current Obsessions:
Decorating my soon-to-be house
Current Drink:
Water and hot tea (damn you sore throat)

Current Movie:
The last movies I've seen were "Our Family Wedding" and "Dinner for Schmucks" - Def recommend the latter
Current TV Show:
Mindless tv - Tosh.0, Secret life, Say yes to the dress, Jersey Shore, Nurse Jackie
Current Wish-List:
Escrow to be closed
Some extra cash
More sleep
Current Needs:
Sore throat to be gone
Get this model done
Creative outlet
Current Triumph(s):
Going to be a homeowner
Car almost paid off
Still kickin'
Landing my job
Current Goal(s):
Start exercising more
Start cooking more

Current Indulgence:
Blogging
Facebook
Current Blessing:
No rent at the parents (and they provide booze and food)
Having a good job
Current (Fav) Outfit:
Dresses!! 
Current Excitement:
Country Concerts
Weekend potentials
Current Mood:
Calm, Content

Why else does anyone go there?

It's like free lunch on Saturdays!

Decisions, Decisions

"I don't think I've ever met a Woo Hoo Accountant"

I wish I was back in Vegas where all I had to worry about was where my next drink was, if I felt like going to the pool, where to gamble next or how late to sleep in.  Oh the life.

Anyways, here's me.  Cheer's to me on my Birthday.  Mmmm Goosetini. And probably be lots of pics of me... cause on your birthday it's all about you (despite what some think)




So in case you live under a rock, and aren't a big follower of my on facebook, twitter or (gasp) real life, my birthday was last Saturday (the 10th). So the only way to celebrate a non-monumental birthday (24) is to go to Vegas, not that you really ever need a reason to visit Sin City.

Anyways, the weekend was spent with old friends from High School (which I don't see that often, nor have our schedules crossed and allowed us to spend more than a few hours together every now and again since high school.  So, Friday morning-ish, we loaded up the car and picked up what felt like a carpool (since we picked up each person from a different place) and headed out [north]east. We arrived into Vegas around dinner time, and it was only about 110 degrees, no big deal.  Actually I grew to enjoy the heat... it was dry and not humid so you weren't all sweaty (not to mention it took out the guess work of bringing a sweater or not).  So after a complimentary upgrade to a mini-suite (thanks to my boobs, charms, birthday and asking nicely), I recevied a nice little surprise at the door.  Julie and Breanna ordered me chocolate covered strawberries and wine... It made me feel pretty bad ass, and played into the whole living the suite-life (get it ;-)).  Haha.  So dolled-up we got and headed to dinner.  We decided on Delmonico; Emeril's restaurant at the Venetian.  I was quite tasty and we had a really nice time together.    Post-dinner we proceeded to get ourselves into TAO... getting placed into the line that got us right in, fooling the cover lady with free passes for the following night, and oh yeah the birthday card.  We we danced and drank away.  I had a lot of fun, I mean who doesn't love strangers all up in your business.  But after a while, the group wasn't feeling it so we probably resorted to gambling.  Definitely didn't win anything all  weekend... but I guess Vegas wasn't built by winners, so I was just doing my part and making deposits.  Oh yes, and that's where the Woo Hoo Accountant came in.  Some English rando was at the blackjack tables, and I was celebrating his winnings for him (heaven forbid anyone be happy when they win some money)... so "Woo Hoo-ing" I was.  So he then asked if I was a Woo Hoo Girl, to which I replied, why yes, woo hoo.  Later he asked what I did for a living (because obviously not a professional gambler), and I told him I was an accountant.  To which he replied, I dont think I've ever met a woo hoo accountant.  Well I guess we all aren't miserable souls who work for the IRS... or I'm not really set out to be an accountant.

Saturday was spent mostly drinking Margaritas (see 100 ounce Margarita) and lying poolside.  

Saturday night, we turned into the little black dress club.  Birthday dinner No. 2, followed by gambling.  We were going to go to XS, but after thirty minutes and becoming quite sober, I decided gambling was more my style.  Nikki and I hit the $1 blackjack tables (yes, only $1) at Sahara.  As the pit boss said "you aren't here to win, you're here to drink".... which is my style.  Well, no I love to win... but I was all about drinking.  However when you ask the cocktail waitress for Grey Goose, and she says they only have "bar vodka", I should have been worried.  But I guess after being annoyed for most of the day and wanting to catch a buzz (for goodness sakes) I obliged to her only option.  Although decided Newcastle would be a safer bet if I wanted to avoid a headache in the morning.  So I gambled for three and a half hours on $20.  Woo hoo.  Nikki and I had a great time celebrating our minuscule wins and enjoying the company of our table.  I may or may not have been the table's welcoming committee.  

So that's pretty much it, or pretty much what I remember.  Slept most of the way home, only to continue the party at Samantha's 2nd Birthday, followed by an outing at the 55-yard line.  

I'd be pissed if I was his girlfriend

I'm sure you've seen this picture before, I mean who hasn't (hello under-rock dwellers).  Anyways, the lucky lady in the picture died a few weeks back and they were talking about the story behind it... Apparently the sailor was kissing every woman in his path; young, old, fat, skinny.  Which wouldn't be bad at all (I mean, yay war's over)... but his girlfriend is in the background.  Talk about awkward. 

If you want to read more: WWII Victory Kiss

Sometimes I wish I carried those!

Getting a little political now and then is always fun!

Food for thought... as I become more conservative.

Mid-20's

So I just realized that now that I'm 24 I'm technically mid-20's. Kind of exciting, kind of depressing.

Not horseshoes or hand grenades....

.... as in not close enough.

So today I was supposed to be closing escrow and be a happy little homeowner (let's be honest: mostly stoked, but then terrified by the idea of being locked into a mortgage for the next 30 years). However, since they failed to disclose that this was actually a form a short-sale... the waiting ensues. I wouldn't be so frustrated if they were to give me a new date to which we'd close escrow... but instead it's 35-60 days...or mid to end of August or never, it's really too hard to tell with these people.

I mean luckily I'm living rent free, thanks to my roommates (Alex: you mean your parents?.. Jeff: yea, same thing) so I theoretically should be saving money. But instead the idea of going out, going to Vegas, or buying things for this [hopefully] soon-to-be house are much more appealing. Oh well, maybe next paycheck.