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Hello. My name is Emily, and in seven years I will be an alcoholic. Well not really considering I may be there already. J/K; although I do love vodka (Stoli) amongst other alcoholic beverages. Seriously, my name really is Emily, but there are a plethora of names by which I go. Emily. Ava. Supe. Miss Supe. The Supe. Nels. Emmo. I think that is pretty much all of them. Beside that, I love sports. Pittsburgh Peguins. Pittsburgh Steelers. Pittsburgh Pirates. Yes, that means I would watch a Pens game over a Steeler game any day. I am a huge gymnastics fan, considering it was part of my life for 20 years. Did I mention I play dek hockey? If not, I do. I love the fall.shoes.dresses.crosswrod puzzles.traveling.reading. My favorite book is 'Catcher in the Rye.' I hate phonies; get away from me, thanks. I also hate people in my personal space, even my boyfriend, don't worry it is not just you. I love nerds.chocolate covered gummi bears. I think that is all you need to know at the moment. O yeah, one more thing; I do not trust people who do not drink.


12.20.2010

What a weekend; nothing dramatic, just an overall fun and exciting weekend. Friday night, my nemisis took me to The Naked Grape, a wine bar/restaurant. I would definitely recommend it to anyone in the area. It is quiet, quiant, and with good company a great place. Unfortunately, Saturday morning I had to wake up early to get to work, but it started off on a good note. My nemisis woke up with me, even though he did not have to be awake yet, and made me waffles! Not only did he do that, he even packed me a lunch for later in the day because I was driving to Cleveland. What a saint; I was very appreciative of this because once again it is nothing to which I am accustomed. I got to work just in time to deal with the gentleman in a recent blog, and then made my way to Cleveland with the lunch which my nemisis made for me. My best friend lives in 'The Mistake on the Lake' with her husband and two year-old daughter, Evy. What a treat Evy is; she is finally learning to talk(even though it is half Greek and half English) and acting like a real human being! As Christmas is coming shortly, of course she is excited because 'Canta Cause' is coming to visit as is Baby Jesus apparently. Christmas is just different when there are kids around the house. It seems so much more festive. Anyway, Saturday night was great. We went to Little Italy, a three-block street filled with Italian restaurants and shops. As soon as you make your way on the street, even in the car, you can smell all of the tasty food! Dinner was nonetheless great; Evy even ate Calamari. Haha. Sunday we woke up went to breakfast ran some errands, and it was back to the 'Burgh for this girl. Sunday was great as well, minus the Steelers' loss to the Jets. I was surrounded by great food and great people. It was an all together relaxing weekend. Woop Woop.

12.18.2010

The apple doesn't fall from the tree

A litte kindness goes a long way. Isn't that the truth? How many times have we heard this, but do not practice kindness? Granted, we all have our moments, and maybe the story below is this guy's moment, but I am 90 percent sure that this wasn't his first time around the block. For those of you that know, I do quality assurance work for FedEx. Obviously, the holiday season is the busiest of time of year where we process 150,000 plus packages a day. Like anything there are always pros and cons. Well, you can see the con in this situation. Yes, we process huge amounts of product, BUT yes, product is lost and product can be damaged. What can you do? Nothing, nobody, not any company any facility is perfect. NOBODY. All one can do is take responsibility for the mistake and correct it. Well, I received a call this morning from a consumer who ordered his kids' Christmas presents from Kohl's online a week before Christmas. I understand the entire phenomenon of online purchasing, it does create job security for me , but to order your kids' Christmas presents online, really? May be I am wrong, but if I had little kids I would 100% make sure I had their presents wrapped and ready to go at least a week before Christmas. Anyway, this gentleman, or lack thereof gentleman, called this morning complaining he did not receive his order. As I started to ask questions he began screaming at me. Needless to say, he was not very happy FedEx lost his purchase; I could not get a word in to even begin to help him because of his antics. As I tried to explain the situation and help him he says, "I hope your Christmas is as sucky as mine." My response, "That's mature." Really? Did this guy really say that to me, and then end the conversation with "God Bless you." Really? People never cease to amaze me. People do not realize anger and hostility are not going to get you far in life. Guess what? If this gentleman kindly explained his situation in a mature way to me, I certainly would have went out of my way to help him. I do not have patience for his inability to be kind. Now, not only does he not have his order, he also is out his money, and to top it off he is not getting his order re-shipped. This is all could have resolved IF he was kind. I can only hope that this gentleman come to his senses for his kids' sake. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, unless it is on a hill.

12.15.2010

"Between my legs and breathing, fuck me." Woa, did not see that one coming! I actually txted this to my nemisis as I was getting a quick workout, a workout that was clearly difficult, on the treadmill. Did you think I meant something else? I am sure I could have worded it differently, if I had realized what I actually wrote. It was not until he told me to re-read the message did I realize. See he is the one with his mind in the gutter! Not me; although I guess I did not have to post it. Anyway, lately I have been lacking ideas, hence no posts since last week. As of today, I still do not have that much to say, but here are a few thoughts as I was running yesterday:
  • Whenever I see Nancy Grace on her new show, Swift Justice, all that comes to mind is Natalie Holloway. Not sure why Nancy Grace does that to me, but I change the channel.
  • People need to stop talking about Tommy Terrific, frankly I am sick of the talk, and sick of him. He is a great QB, but is not that terrific. Get over it.
  • I do not completely understand why people send Christmas cards. We received a handful in the mail yesterday, and ultimately where are these going to end up? I will not say, but we all know where. I suppose it is the thought that counts, and one day maybe I will send some.
  • I really need to start Christmas shopping, considering I only have a week left. Yikes.

I think that is it for now, if you anything else comes to me you will be the first to know.

12.10.2010

Giving and Receiving

Is it better to give or receive? No, I am not talking about THAT! Get your mind out of the gutter, once again! There is a theme to MissSupe's blog, notice it? Why do people feel the need to receive in order to give? This is not shocking, but selfish nonetheless. If you have read a previous post of mine, you will note that I depise selfish people, doesn't everybody? Here is a scenario that just irks me, a story that brings out the selfishness and stupidity of today's world. At work we have an annual bake sale where the profit goes to the United Way. Hypothetically, I am going to make cookies for this bake sale. I go to the grocery store, buy items, and ultimately spend, let's say $20. I spend two hours of my free time, baking, which I hate. So now, I am in the hole $20 and out of two hours. Great. My cookies are finally made, and I take them to work. These 20 cookies are sold at $1 per cookie. Does anyone see where I am going with this? So $20 goes to the United Way. Um-HELLO! Does anybody see this as stupid besides me? Why not just donate $20 to United Way and save myself two hours. I explained to one of my co-workers that this is recycling money and wasting time. His response was, "people don't want to donate unless they receive something in return." Are we that selfish? I was always taught it is better to give rather than receive.

12.09.2010

The behind of MissSupe

Yes, get your mind out of the gutter yet again! This post is NOT about my behind, although some may like it to be. For those, look to the right. For those who are anti-behind keeping reading. O yea, that is Bridgeman to my left, he has a wicked shot, don't you think?

Actually the picture does more than show MissSupe's behind. I would like it to be the reason for MissSupe, the person, but most likely it isn't.

If you have not figured it out already, I play dek hockey in the spring and summer. At first I was a bit skeptical, but after a few games I got the jist of things, and turns out I actually enjoy it, especially when I can defeat my nemisis, aka, Mansel in Distress! Sidenote: Did I mention I met Mansel in Distress playing dek hockey! By his standards, I was his nemisis, which is true. Anyway, back to MissSupe, the nickname.

The name started when R squared, Ron Rossi, see left, started to call me Superstar. I am still not exactly sure where that started, but I am thinking it was not because of my dek hockey skills, although I like to think that, hence the lead-in picture above. It was probably more along the lines of my admiration of vodka and his admiration of the Captain. Sidenote: He is the captain of the Poison Frogs, our dek hockey team, so leave the captain to his Captain and he will be thrilled. This all leading to my nickname Superstar. Yes, I know, how does alcohol translate to Superstar? One too many Stoli and tonics, and one too many Captain and cokes, that's how. So anyway, Superstar then became Supe, later The Supe. Ultimately, for blogging purposes I became MissSupe.

12.08.2010

'Mansel' in Distress

I met somebody; somebody amazing, caring, and thoughtful, none of which I am accustomed. It is different for me to be accepted by someone, but nonetheless refreshing. At about round three(we designate a round/number everytime we go out, although I think we have lost track along the way), we had a wonderful evening drinking wine followed by dancing. He dropped me off at my car, but as I went to pull away his car did not start. We (well he, who am I kidding?) tried to get it to start, but no cigar. It was about 3am, and I told him he could come to my house to sleep, and we would deal with his car in the morning. Luckily for the both of us, the following morning the car started! So you ask, what is the point of my little tale? After the incident, he referred to himself as a 'Damsel in Distress', but the male version, which I denoted 'Mansel.' Sure I 'rescued' him that evening, but he has done much more for me. He rescued me from insanity. That was a little dramatic, but point made. Not too long ago, I read a definition of insanity: doing the same thing over and over, and expecting a different result. Come on, I am not that 'insane', but after thinking about it maybe I was. For the past eight years, minus two, I have been repeatdly making the same mistake. I am not sure why I expected something different, maybe it was because 'it was supposed to be' or that is 'what people expected of us.' I have realized, thanks to my 'Mansel in Distress', that not everyone is dense and selfish. With those qualities, what did I expect? Needless to say, I have learned. Isn't that a part of life, learn something new everyday? Well guess what? I have learned that it is OK and healthy for people that have 'feelings' for each other to: *talk to each other *learn about one another *spend time with that person ( from Jimmy Buffet, not just getting drunk and screwing ) *communicate with each other *make each other happy *ultimately be yourself with that person You would think after 27 years, I would have understood this. Before 'Mansel in Distress, I was walking on eggshells, and afraid of making a wrong move. I was afraid of not being accepted by a ceratin someone. I was not myself. I realized this is NOT how it is supposed to be. So 'Mansel in Distress'if you read this, reagrdless of what happens between us, thank you, I appreciate you.

Yours Truly

So I received this e-mail where you write 25 facts about yourself; thought I would post it in the blog. Read on if you are interested in MissSupe, if not your loss, not mine.

1. I do not do movies, except Harry Potter, apparently.
2. I am thinking this 25 facts is going to be hard.
3. The 'rents are the best,I love them,and do not go a day without speaking to them.
4. I'm just starting back up with blogging, enjoying it so far.
5. Two and a half men is my favorite TV show airing now.
6. I Love Lucy is my all-time favorite TV show.
7. I love pretzels and root beer. Reminds of when I was little.
8. I wish I had sapphire blue eyes, sometimes.
9. Yes, I can do a flip.
10. Yes, I can do splits.
11. No,I am not going to the Olympics.
12. I hate being an only child. Yes, I am spoiled, but I would give it up for a sib.
13. Selfish people annoy me, get away.
14. I do not go a day without Starbucks.
15. I do crossword puzzles, daily
16. I have two birds, Crosby and Rocky, and a half of a cat , Spooky.
17. I am mysterious, apparently.
18. 30 years ago today, John Lennon was shot, I am wearing Beatles shirt for him.
19. I want to go rock climbing again.
20. I wish my best friends were closer to me, as in distance.
21. I am going to Cleveland, Philly, and Chicago within the next few months-yippee.
22. I like photography, especially water and bridges.
23. I do not like when guys pants/shoe ratio is off. I will not date you.
24. I do not like chocolate, but I love candy.
25. My one and only baby doll, Mable, her head fell off.

12.07.2010

Here is a good one. My favorite teacher told me NEVER to write with contractions. When I was in school, I never thought twice about it. He told me not to do it, and I listened. Now I look back on his advice, and it totally makes sense. By no means am I a pro at grammar and writing, but when I have to I can get it together. Some people, especially my age, and probably older have no idea the appropiate use of "your" and "you're." These mistakes are clearly noticeable in blogs, facebook, and whatever else we write to get our point across. It is OK, if you are in elementary and and learning, BUT these kids are 10-years-old! Come one people, if "your" out of elementary school it is time to learn "you're" grammar! First the word "YOUR"-----This word is to show possession! 2nd person, to be exact. Ex: "I have YOUR dress!" You would never write, " I have YOU ARE dress." Your is showing possession to you. Second word, or should I say second and third word-----YOU'RE. THIS IS TWO WORDS! It is a contraction, with which my teacher told me NEVER to write. This is exactly the reason why; it is YOU and ARE put together! Subject + Verb! Not YOUR possession! If I need to go into detail anymore about that, you should go back to elementary school with the 10-years-olds. I would have loved to call out a so-called friend. By so-called, I mean one of the facebook friends with whom one never associates. Anyway she is an elementary school teacher, and I noticed a post by her which said "Your Invited." Mind you, she is an elementary school teacher, really? These kids that she is teaching are SCREWED. YOU ARE an elementary school teach and should have YOUR grammar down pat!!!!!