http://www.galleryoftheabsurd.com/2008/12/for-the-brangel.html
MY GOD!
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Sublime
L is for the way you look at me
O is for the only one I see
V is very very extraordinary
E is even more than anyone that you adore can
*************************************************************************************** <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 SMITTEN <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
O is for the only one I see
V is very very extraordinary
E is even more than anyone that you adore can
*************************************************************************************** <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 SMITTEN <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Weekend Warrior
The strangest thing about being unemployed (full-time) is that my weekends are always the time when I am booked and have no time... I spend my weekdays sleeping till noon, taking the dogs on adventures, using up all my cell phone minutes, and goofing off. Then the weekend strikes! I run around like a chicken with my head cut off trying to fit all my plans into 2.5 days. It's too insane! I'm going to try to keep taking promotional jobs when my new job starts officially, but I can't imagine it will last long before it runs me absolutely ragged.
On another note, I want absolutely everything I sell at Restoration Hardware. Besides maybe the stocking stuffers... other than that- EVERYTHING! If I wasn't so broke, I could see my entire paycheck going back into the store!
I have some really big decisions coming up, so keep me in your thoughts and prayers as I decide on these things!!
On another note, I want absolutely everything I sell at Restoration Hardware. Besides maybe the stocking stuffers... other than that- EVERYTHING! If I wasn't so broke, I could see my entire paycheck going back into the store!
I have some really big decisions coming up, so keep me in your thoughts and prayers as I decide on these things!!
Friday, December 12, 2008
Blessed
1) Getting a job! Whoo hoo!! It's about flippin time... I start Jan 5 and will be working as an Administrative Assistant for the Regional Sales Team for Marriott. Working at Crabtree, so it won't be that bad of a commute. Decent money- not the best, but plenty of opportunity for advancement, not only in pay, but also position. And what a great company to work for if I want to transfer!
2) Getting a second job! Seasonal at Restoration Hardware. The manager is an old family friend of ours and was very prompt and generous in offering me a position for the next few weeks as I waited for the new job to kick in. The pay is extremely generous for a cashier's position, so I am happy to have this opportunity (and the discount :))
3) Unexpected checks! I did a promotional gig with a company a few months ago that hired me at a certain rate and then changed my rate of pay without informing me. I had talked to several different associates regarding the issue and had finally found someone that seemed to have a working 'give a damn.' Still, no follow-up, no word... I gave up. But yesterday, the check came for the extra pay! That's an extra $80, so 'mi aminals' can eat today!!
4) Showing up randomly at Janice's house and getting to spend a good hour or more catching up with her. I love good friends... and friendships that can be picked up in the same place-even when life has led you in different directions for quite some time.
5) Will. He fills me up with smiles. Every day I discover a new reason to be smitten and I couldn't be happier!!
6) Will- he deserves two mentions :)
7) My family! Who after a long seperation of space and communication this summer and fall have been extremely generous in assisting me, both financially but in support of my job search. It's nice to know that familial love and commitment knows no boundaries and they will always be a safety net for me.
8) Laura Wolfe taking a few minutes out of her busy, new mama schedule to chat with me while my heart was breaking. I am truly saddened by physical distance between us- and my empty wallet, which makes visiting almost impossible. But, I am very thankful to have her as a friend.
9) My bestest of all time extending the olive branch, reconciling a friendship of almost a decade. I love this girl more than anything and am very blessed to have her in my life.
10) Having enough money to go down to SC this weekend!! Can't wait to see Nickj, Nat, and Ash! It's been over a year- far too long! And I get to remove demon cat from my vicinity! Woooott!!
2) Getting a second job! Seasonal at Restoration Hardware. The manager is an old family friend of ours and was very prompt and generous in offering me a position for the next few weeks as I waited for the new job to kick in. The pay is extremely generous for a cashier's position, so I am happy to have this opportunity (and the discount :))
3) Unexpected checks! I did a promotional gig with a company a few months ago that hired me at a certain rate and then changed my rate of pay without informing me. I had talked to several different associates regarding the issue and had finally found someone that seemed to have a working 'give a damn.' Still, no follow-up, no word... I gave up. But yesterday, the check came for the extra pay! That's an extra $80, so 'mi aminals' can eat today!!
4) Showing up randomly at Janice's house and getting to spend a good hour or more catching up with her. I love good friends... and friendships that can be picked up in the same place-even when life has led you in different directions for quite some time.
5) Will. He fills me up with smiles. Every day I discover a new reason to be smitten and I couldn't be happier!!
6) Will- he deserves two mentions :)
7) My family! Who after a long seperation of space and communication this summer and fall have been extremely generous in assisting me, both financially but in support of my job search. It's nice to know that familial love and commitment knows no boundaries and they will always be a safety net for me.
8) Laura Wolfe taking a few minutes out of her busy, new mama schedule to chat with me while my heart was breaking. I am truly saddened by physical distance between us- and my empty wallet, which makes visiting almost impossible. But, I am very thankful to have her as a friend.
9) My bestest of all time extending the olive branch, reconciling a friendship of almost a decade. I love this girl more than anything and am very blessed to have her in my life.
10) Having enough money to go down to SC this weekend!! Can't wait to see Nickj, Nat, and Ash! It's been over a year- far too long! And I get to remove demon cat from my vicinity! Woooott!!
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
I am the Birdman... I am J.R (uhh)
Been listening to 'Feed the Animals,' the new Girl Talk album preeeeeetttyy much nonstop for the last month. It is amazing and makes me want to shake it like a polaroid picture...
Thanksgiving was LOVELY! I know most people enjoyed it for the 4 days off work and their families... I, however, have been unemployed since July and would have worked on Thanksgiving if given the opportunity. In lieu of a job that actually creates money for my bills, I spent the day with Will and his family, met his mom for the first time, and gorged myself on typical southern Thanksgiving fare. I LOVE COLLARDS! Literally could eat them every day! The food and relaxation must have done me in though, since I was in bed drinking hot tea by candlelight by 10:30.... laaame! Follow that up with 2 days worth of cooking soups to freeze, playing Battleship, and doing puzzles.... geriatric!
I was tentatively offered a job this week- pending references and a passed drug test. I did a jig in my kitchen over the news! Seriously, like a improv Riverdance.... Anyways, it would be an Admin Support system for the Regional Sales Team for Marriott. I think it will be a fast-paced job. And, while the pay is not amazing, I will have health insurance for the first time since I was 18, a steady paycheck, $20 rooms at any Marriott in the world, the ability to transfer within the company when I move out west, and plenty of opportunity for overtime. I think that combining this with other promotional opportunities will allow me to get back in a good financial place! So, fingers crossed!!!
I'm getting sick and have two parties this weekend that can't be missed. Must go back to sleep... but seriously needed to update!
Thanksgiving was LOVELY! I know most people enjoyed it for the 4 days off work and their families... I, however, have been unemployed since July and would have worked on Thanksgiving if given the opportunity. In lieu of a job that actually creates money for my bills, I spent the day with Will and his family, met his mom for the first time, and gorged myself on typical southern Thanksgiving fare. I LOVE COLLARDS! Literally could eat them every day! The food and relaxation must have done me in though, since I was in bed drinking hot tea by candlelight by 10:30.... laaame! Follow that up with 2 days worth of cooking soups to freeze, playing Battleship, and doing puzzles.... geriatric!
I was tentatively offered a job this week- pending references and a passed drug test. I did a jig in my kitchen over the news! Seriously, like a improv Riverdance.... Anyways, it would be an Admin Support system for the Regional Sales Team for Marriott. I think it will be a fast-paced job. And, while the pay is not amazing, I will have health insurance for the first time since I was 18, a steady paycheck, $20 rooms at any Marriott in the world, the ability to transfer within the company when I move out west, and plenty of opportunity for overtime. I think that combining this with other promotional opportunities will allow me to get back in a good financial place! So, fingers crossed!!!
I'm getting sick and have two parties this weekend that can't be missed. Must go back to sleep... but seriously needed to update!
Sunday, November 2, 2008
One of the Most Brilliant Monologues on Sexual Abuse I've Ever Read
Sexual violation is a form of robbery. You arrive home to find your house ransacked. All items, the precious and the mundane, the priceless and the merely expensive,have been treated the same way. All items have been turned into the same item. Overturned, flung aside, the picture of the grandparents and the contents of the cutlery drawer. You can still hear the foot-stomps through your house. You can buy a new TV but only time will restore the cushioned peace of your home, heal the rent in the air on the stairs, the aftershock in the living room, all those places where emptiness has been allowed to leer obscenely into your home. Why us? Nothing personal.
(...)
Rape treats the victim like nobody, like everybody, like anybody, bitch! Up the ramp, through the door to the slaughterhouse. The uncountable qualities that make one individual different from another, shocked away; the soul, shocked away from the body, looks on in sorrow and pity at what is happening to its sister, its brother- bitch! It will be very difficult for the body to allow anything to inhabit it after that. Very difficult for it to allow the soul to re-enter. The soul may have to be content to follow close, make common cause with that other lonely follower, the shadow. It is the soul. The shadow's request is more humble, it asks only to be seen. Please don't turn away, every time you turn away, I die.
(...)
Sexual violation turns all children into the same child. Come here. Yes, you. Children heal quickly, so that, like a tree growing up around an axe, the child grows up healthy until, with time, the embedded thing begins to rust and seep and the idea of extracting it is worse than the thought of dying from it slowly. I'm not hurting you. Once pleasure and poison have entwined, how to separate them? What alchemist, that therapist, what priest or pal or lover?
--The Way The Crow Flies, Anne-Marie MacDonald
(...)
Rape treats the victim like nobody, like everybody, like anybody, bitch! Up the ramp, through the door to the slaughterhouse. The uncountable qualities that make one individual different from another, shocked away; the soul, shocked away from the body, looks on in sorrow and pity at what is happening to its sister, its brother- bitch! It will be very difficult for the body to allow anything to inhabit it after that. Very difficult for it to allow the soul to re-enter. The soul may have to be content to follow close, make common cause with that other lonely follower, the shadow. It is the soul. The shadow's request is more humble, it asks only to be seen. Please don't turn away, every time you turn away, I die.
(...)
Sexual violation turns all children into the same child. Come here. Yes, you. Children heal quickly, so that, like a tree growing up around an axe, the child grows up healthy until, with time, the embedded thing begins to rust and seep and the idea of extracting it is worse than the thought of dying from it slowly. I'm not hurting you. Once pleasure and poison have entwined, how to separate them? What alchemist, that therapist, what priest or pal or lover?
--The Way The Crow Flies, Anne-Marie MacDonald
Monday, October 20, 2008
Karaoke is for Lovers
After working Friday and Saturday nights and passing out as soon as I got home, I needed a little excitement in my life last night... sidebar- very productive weekend with lots of yummy cooking and time with the canikids :) .... so, enter He's Not Here Sunday Night Karaoke.
Met up at Andrea's to wait for everyone to get home and Will to get off work. Drank Traci's leftover Yuenglings (thanks girl!!) and was gonna call it a night for the drinking... ha! Got over there at 10:30 or so and split my first blue cup with Drea. I can neither confirm nor deny that I shook it like a salt shaker. I can, however, confirm that it was HOT as anything in that place! I made the brilliant move of wearing a cami under my shirt with no bra. So, when I removed the shirt I strategically placed my scarf ends over my perkies and continued the dance revolution :) Would you expect anything less?!
Befriended a lonely boy sitting on his own and adopted him into our fold for the rest of the night. Definately sang back up for his touching rendition of 'I will do anything for love," which pretty much is one of my favorite bar songs EVER! I danced to the entire version at the Tavern one night with Lea and Andrea... that is a good 9 minutes of Meatloaf dancing... Unfortunately, Lea and my dream of serenading the crowd with our Peaches glory was short-lived, as the 'tiddies' were unavailable...
And.... the inevitable... I spilled my second blue cup in my lap.... like, ALL over my lap. Definately looked like I peed myself and the walk to the car was miserable. I removed them as soon as I got in. And then had to tie my jacket around my waist to do the no pants parking lot dance at Andrea's so I could pee. No bra, no pants... and the spins like a mofo... I passed out like it was my job! Well, after we got home... since Will's car is a bit too shaky for me to close my eyes and not vomit in... I don't know what happened to me- but I am one cheap date these days!
Hungover as anything today... and must produce business.... ugggh.
Met up at Andrea's to wait for everyone to get home and Will to get off work. Drank Traci's leftover Yuenglings (thanks girl!!) and was gonna call it a night for the drinking... ha! Got over there at 10:30 or so and split my first blue cup with Drea. I can neither confirm nor deny that I shook it like a salt shaker. I can, however, confirm that it was HOT as anything in that place! I made the brilliant move of wearing a cami under my shirt with no bra. So, when I removed the shirt I strategically placed my scarf ends over my perkies and continued the dance revolution :) Would you expect anything less?!
Befriended a lonely boy sitting on his own and adopted him into our fold for the rest of the night. Definately sang back up for his touching rendition of 'I will do anything for love," which pretty much is one of my favorite bar songs EVER! I danced to the entire version at the Tavern one night with Lea and Andrea... that is a good 9 minutes of Meatloaf dancing... Unfortunately, Lea and my dream of serenading the crowd with our Peaches glory was short-lived, as the 'tiddies' were unavailable...
And.... the inevitable... I spilled my second blue cup in my lap.... like, ALL over my lap. Definately looked like I peed myself and the walk to the car was miserable. I removed them as soon as I got in. And then had to tie my jacket around my waist to do the no pants parking lot dance at Andrea's so I could pee. No bra, no pants... and the spins like a mofo... I passed out like it was my job! Well, after we got home... since Will's car is a bit too shaky for me to close my eyes and not vomit in... I don't know what happened to me- but I am one cheap date these days!
Hungover as anything today... and must produce business.... ugggh.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Holy Hell
I feel like it. Uggh...must work today through the headache, phlegm, and stuffyness. The fun part is going to be making myself cute enough to meet apartment people for appointments. Buy my product... just dont look at me too closely....
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Mindblown and Hipsore
Girl.Talk.rocks.my.face!!!! Seriously, I don't think I've danced that hard since Of Montreal. He was absolutely AMAZING! If I had been under the influence of any drugs or alcohol, I really don't think I could have handled it. He is ridiculously talented at mixing. Ashleigh and I just kept looking at one another with dropped jaws, like 'seriously?! he is putting these songs together?!' It was insane energy too. I was drenched in sweat and went for a quick smoke break midshow. There was a guy who literally had steam clouding him, coming off his own body! I'm going to have to figure out how to get up to New York and catch a show or two this spring!
Tonight I'm going with BG and Andy to see Mofro and JJ Grey, which will be a definite change of pace. Should be a really fun show and I always love hanging out with those crazy kids :) Tuesday is already my favorite day of the week because of kickball! Maybe I can talk Will into coming, so I can have a few drinks and not have to drive...
Speaking of, I am eligible for a hearing soon to see if I can get my license back! This would be glorious, since I haven't had a full, unrestricted license since Feb '07. Ha, I'm such a renegade! This also means that many roadtrips are in my future! So, put on your party pants, bc I'm pretty sure I'm coming to your town!
Smitten too. No details yet, but I am. Very in like. Cute boy. Smiles and butterflies.
Only when my heart is free can my mouth find words to sing...
I finally feel like my life is tipping back into a manageable state and that thrills me to death. I've tossed off relationships full of baggage and have focused on forming friendships with people who do actually step outside of themselves once in a while to actually care about another human being. Letting go of some of these was easy and painless... others ripped my heart in two and made me wonder how people can change so much that they are unrecognizable to my heart. It is foreign to me how people can reach places where discarding true relationships is easy and effortless. I've always been one to hold onto my good friends- from Atlanta, San Francisco, Auburn, Rota- my true friends know that they can call me at any time and I will drop it all to come if they truly need me. It amazes me that one of the relationships I've invested the most in my life is so fractured that in the middle of my breakup with Nate, losing my job, tension with my family, financial chaos, and an eviction, I didn't hear from this person in over 3 weeks. After a particularly epic fight (and months of not speaking) a few years ago, I rose to the occasion and threw many celebratory shindigs in honor of a special event in this person's life. It is sad to me that in the middle of simply feeling like there is not as much in common anymore, their natural response would be to pull even further away from me instead of making any effort to repair our friendship. I finally got this all out in an email and have more peace regarding the situation. I do know that my world is expanding and theirs has closed in, which makes a big difference. I'm learning to simply accept these choices and be thankful for the memories of a heart that knew mine.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Houdini Mazzini
IF SEEN, PLEASE RETURN TO LAUREN (who will soundly... yet virtually... beat my ass - and then let me sleep in her bed bc she is so glad I'm home...)
The Great Mazzeroni and Cheese on the Loose (again).
Jana had 3 trees cut down this weekend and a big pile of wood by her fence. This wench climbed the pile and jumped the fence yesterday with little Pegleg. A SIX FOOT fence!!! StoneMan was in the yard all day, but Mazz has yet to return. And we all know Buffy's fat ass couldnt even get over the damn fence.... I've called the local vets, have an ad on the pets section of Craigslist, a post on Jana's listserv, called the Emergency vet, checked the Lost and Found ads in the local papers, and am waiting for the shelter to open, so I can call and file a report. If she's not found today, I will put up fliers. Any other brilliant ideas?
The Great Mazzeroni and Cheese on the Loose (again).
Jana had 3 trees cut down this weekend and a big pile of wood by her fence. This wench climbed the pile and jumped the fence yesterday with little Pegleg. A SIX FOOT fence!!! StoneMan was in the yard all day, but Mazz has yet to return. And we all know Buffy's fat ass couldnt even get over the damn fence.... I've called the local vets, have an ad on the pets section of Craigslist, a post on Jana's listserv, called the Emergency vet, checked the Lost and Found ads in the local papers, and am waiting for the shelter to open, so I can call and file a report. If she's not found today, I will put up fliers. Any other brilliant ideas?
Monday, September 29, 2008
Hurricane Belle
A bunch of y'all know that earlier this year I was affiliated with a local rescue- and that this area got hit with a really awful distemper epidemic. It was truly tragic and I personally lost over 15 fosters. The rescue did not have the resources to care for the healthier pups, so all of them were euthanized- except one special baby that I did an adoption transfer for... Maybelle Jane, aka 'Hurricane Belle.'
Once she was over her quarantine period, I put an ad up on Craigslist and a wonderful older lady responded enthusiastically. Maybelle went to go live with 3 other dogs with with lovely new mother, who works from home, loves her to pieces, and spoils her rotten. Maybelle is now 'Macy,' since there was another 'Belle' in the house and is almost a year old now. Ms Hooker made my heart almost burst with happiness when I emailed her to check on my precious little girl. Here is Hurricane Belle in her new home--
I LOVE HAPPY ENDINGS!!
Once she was over her quarantine period, I put an ad up on Craigslist and a wonderful older lady responded enthusiastically. Maybelle went to go live with 3 other dogs with with lovely new mother, who works from home, loves her to pieces, and spoils her rotten. Maybelle is now 'Macy,' since there was another 'Belle' in the house and is almost a year old now. Ms Hooker made my heart almost burst with happiness when I emailed her to check on my precious little girl. Here is Hurricane Belle in her new home--
I LOVE HAPPY ENDINGS!!
Anarchy
Fruit flies are taking over my office!!! I have no idea where they are coming from... only that they are obviously hellbent on my destruction. Gross!
So, I was auctioned off for the SPCA on Friday night. It was glorious... made complete by BG's winning bid- enslaving me as his love slave for 2 whole hours. I think we decided to watch 'Cool Hand Luke' and remember Paul Newman and his youthful appeal. Well, I am going to drool over his hotness. BG will probably be mocking me mercilessly... or attempting to pimp me out. Apparently my makeout skills are going for $1/min. Take note boys- the price only looks expensive :) I only had 5 drinks over like 6 hours and was hungover ALL DAY Saturday. I did not make it out of bed till 5:30 pm... ugggh.
I got NO moving done this weekend, due to my hangover and a friend's heartache. That should make this weekend especially interesting- and super busy! Distribution tonight and tomorrow after kickball. Moving like a crazy woman Wed, Thurs, and Fri. Promo Thurs-Sun nights. I need to paint the 2-3 walls in my new place this coming up weekend too. Also need to get my papers written this week and in for grading by the 13th!
Come on Concerta! Give me wings!
So, I was auctioned off for the SPCA on Friday night. It was glorious... made complete by BG's winning bid- enslaving me as his love slave for 2 whole hours. I think we decided to watch 'Cool Hand Luke' and remember Paul Newman and his youthful appeal. Well, I am going to drool over his hotness. BG will probably be mocking me mercilessly... or attempting to pimp me out. Apparently my makeout skills are going for $1/min. Take note boys- the price only looks expensive :) I only had 5 drinks over like 6 hours and was hungover ALL DAY Saturday. I did not make it out of bed till 5:30 pm... ugggh.
I got NO moving done this weekend, due to my hangover and a friend's heartache. That should make this weekend especially interesting- and super busy! Distribution tonight and tomorrow after kickball. Moving like a crazy woman Wed, Thurs, and Fri. Promo Thurs-Sun nights. I need to paint the 2-3 walls in my new place this coming up weekend too. Also need to get my papers written this week and in for grading by the 13th!
Come on Concerta! Give me wings!
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Coffee and Bagels
Brueggers's Bagels had me at hello! The one morning, however, that I attempt to eat some breakfast, of course, there is free food... the law of my life.
So today I begin 'real work.' I've realized that in a startup a lot of your time is spent preparing for the actual day when you will DO. I'm an action girl, so this has been a bit of a motivation issue for me over the last week. But, today we get to start quoting and writing business! In addition, our doors open October 1, so Cary Madison Partners will be coming to a town near you- care of yours truly. I am partially commission based, so I prolly will bug the crap out of you to get quotes and see if I can save you ridiculous amounts of money :)
The Weepies are brilliant harmonists. Their Pandora station is almost angelic... I've skipped one song in the last 48 hours. Not too shabby!
WAKA midseason party on Friday. I'm being auctioned off, so come out with your quarters and dolla bills, yall! make some money for the SPCA- and more importantly, don't leave me on the platform looking forlorn and unbid for :( I'm really scared that no one is going to bid for me... or that, even worse, Slingin Kick is going to bid for me and force me to do unmentionable things in retribution for how I called them out in the GMOT newsletter. Call a kid a D-bag these days and everyone flips the heck out!
Moving into my new place this weekend!!!!! This statement deserves a few more exclamation points I think!!!! I have wanted to live on my own for a while now and simply placed my need to pay off debt at a higher value. But, after this last debacle, I realized that I never want to live with passive-aggressive girls again. It was like a repeat of Stupid Allie all over again. Really, people, is it necessary to have a 20 response email chain over spices?! But, it is over and I have new hardwood floors and carpet and over 1000 sq ft to call home! Close enough to bike to work and not waste copious amounts of gasoline going to Raleigh 4 times a week. And a little gym so I can be workin on my fitness :)
So today I begin 'real work.' I've realized that in a startup a lot of your time is spent preparing for the actual day when you will DO. I'm an action girl, so this has been a bit of a motivation issue for me over the last week. But, today we get to start quoting and writing business! In addition, our doors open October 1, so Cary Madison Partners will be coming to a town near you- care of yours truly. I am partially commission based, so I prolly will bug the crap out of you to get quotes and see if I can save you ridiculous amounts of money :)
The Weepies are brilliant harmonists. Their Pandora station is almost angelic... I've skipped one song in the last 48 hours. Not too shabby!
WAKA midseason party on Friday. I'm being auctioned off, so come out with your quarters and dolla bills, yall! make some money for the SPCA- and more importantly, don't leave me on the platform looking forlorn and unbid for :( I'm really scared that no one is going to bid for me... or that, even worse, Slingin Kick is going to bid for me and force me to do unmentionable things in retribution for how I called them out in the GMOT newsletter. Call a kid a D-bag these days and everyone flips the heck out!
Moving into my new place this weekend!!!!! This statement deserves a few more exclamation points I think!!!! I have wanted to live on my own for a while now and simply placed my need to pay off debt at a higher value. But, after this last debacle, I realized that I never want to live with passive-aggressive girls again. It was like a repeat of Stupid Allie all over again. Really, people, is it necessary to have a 20 response email chain over spices?! But, it is over and I have new hardwood floors and carpet and over 1000 sq ft to call home! Close enough to bike to work and not waste copious amounts of gasoline going to Raleigh 4 times a week. And a little gym so I can be workin on my fitness :)
Monday, September 22, 2008
An Epic Question
please speculate, comment, or question your entire value system... i kinda am....
If you had to choose one or the other for all of time- meaning if you chose one, you could NEVER again experience the other- music or human touch?
discuss.
If you had to choose one or the other for all of time- meaning if you chose one, you could NEVER again experience the other- music or human touch?
discuss.
Spices, Cab Rides, and Dog Shit
Passive-Aggressiveness. Don't do it. Step away from the snarky and the snide. Arm yourselves with words of honesty, truth, and freaking GROW THE HELL UP!
Those who know me well- this is my Achilles heel. I will be the most laid-back person you know and will bend over backwards to try to be a good friend to you-- until you do this. Then I have nothing to say to you and will make it my mission to 100% eradicate you from my life. Drives me flippin crazy!
I may offend you at times, but rest assured, you will always know where you stand with me. I will never say anything behind your back that I haven't said to your face. And I won't pretend I'm still in high school, when I'm pretty sure I left that petty BS behind 10 years ago.
Public Service Announement/Rant Off.
ps- I have not taken the new Matt Wertz album out of my cd player for a week now. Wertz=happiness :D
pps- Nate is coming to see me!!!
Those who know me well- this is my Achilles heel. I will be the most laid-back person you know and will bend over backwards to try to be a good friend to you-- until you do this. Then I have nothing to say to you and will make it my mission to 100% eradicate you from my life. Drives me flippin crazy!
I may offend you at times, but rest assured, you will always know where you stand with me. I will never say anything behind your back that I haven't said to your face. And I won't pretend I'm still in high school, when I'm pretty sure I left that petty BS behind 10 years ago.
Public Service Announement/Rant Off.
ps- I have not taken the new Matt Wertz album out of my cd player for a week now. Wertz=happiness :D
pps- Nate is coming to see me!!!
Monday, September 8, 2008
Every Now and Then I Fall Apart....
Life is a hectic maze we struggle through 90% of the time. Following our needs and desires, we pursue money, sex, food, friends, success, etc., attempting to find contentment and fulfillment. I have recently found myself evaluating my personal attempts to procure this security. It ultimately seems that the harder I try to create my niche, the more drastic the disappointment of having NOTHING I wanted to work out actually coming to fruition.
Short story of all this is that I (and my dogs) are living with Jana for the next week, while my cats have been pimped out to other kind friends. I am desperately in love with the man who has held my heart for the last two years and miss him with a suffocating force. I haven't spoken to my parents in over two months, and while I miss them, I can't find any words of reconciliation. My friendships are shifting so that my best friend of 10 years has no clue what is going on in my life but I have some of the most loyal, helpful friends coming out of the woodwork during this crisis. It also spotlights my shallow friendships- the ones that exist as long as you are fun and happy, but disappear during the storms of life. My dreams of paying off my debt are dying as I'm realizing that living alone is probably going to be my best option- but will drain the finances I wanted to put toward my debt.
I'm currently reading "The Way the Crow Flies," by Ann-Marie MacDonald and it is a gripping reminder of the futility of creating our inpenetrable fortress. Whether in the idyllic 1950's or the consumerist driven Aught's, we cannot control our worlds. Our best efforts are subject to hurricanes, financial setbacks, or horrific loss of innocence. As I'm trying to wrap my mind around all this, I look back towards the faith that I was brought up in- and the peace that accompanies unspeakable grief present in many of my Christian acquaintances. My fear is expressed in these Caedmon's Call lyrics:
"I fear maybe this is all just a game
Our friends and our families all play too
Harness the young and give some comfort to the old"
-Prove Me Wrong
Regardless, I yearn for the comfort- false or not. Repeatedly, my heart seems drawn back to this doctrine. Is it a product of my upbringing or simply because it is the truth? I am unsure and scared to commit to either option.
Short story of all this is that I (and my dogs) are living with Jana for the next week, while my cats have been pimped out to other kind friends. I am desperately in love with the man who has held my heart for the last two years and miss him with a suffocating force. I haven't spoken to my parents in over two months, and while I miss them, I can't find any words of reconciliation. My friendships are shifting so that my best friend of 10 years has no clue what is going on in my life but I have some of the most loyal, helpful friends coming out of the woodwork during this crisis. It also spotlights my shallow friendships- the ones that exist as long as you are fun and happy, but disappear during the storms of life. My dreams of paying off my debt are dying as I'm realizing that living alone is probably going to be my best option- but will drain the finances I wanted to put toward my debt.
I'm currently reading "The Way the Crow Flies," by Ann-Marie MacDonald and it is a gripping reminder of the futility of creating our inpenetrable fortress. Whether in the idyllic 1950's or the consumerist driven Aught's, we cannot control our worlds. Our best efforts are subject to hurricanes, financial setbacks, or horrific loss of innocence. As I'm trying to wrap my mind around all this, I look back towards the faith that I was brought up in- and the peace that accompanies unspeakable grief present in many of my Christian acquaintances. My fear is expressed in these Caedmon's Call lyrics:
"I fear maybe this is all just a game
Our friends and our families all play too
Harness the young and give some comfort to the old"
-Prove Me Wrong
Regardless, I yearn for the comfort- false or not. Repeatedly, my heart seems drawn back to this doctrine. Is it a product of my upbringing or simply because it is the truth? I am unsure and scared to commit to either option.
Friday, August 15, 2008
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
to get you through the hard times....
some of my hilarity recently:
speaking of a TALL kickballer on another team in our league: i feel like sex with him would be like twister... with limbs just flying everywhere
to my roommate today on gchat:
i'm soo broke
i fed the dogs brown rice, eggs, and cottage cheese for breakfast
they thought they were getting a treat
little did they know, their mom is a broke ass ho
to my friend BG who just had half his palate burned off: and if you EVER ignore my text message again, i will shoot you in the face.... (his visiting sister looks properly terrified)
nate, regarding drama on my kickball team: what are y'all, in third grade.... wow, this really IS kickball
me, at kickball: hey ray-ray, you know how you wore your lucky boxers? i have on my lucky panties! (show the front of my blue and pink superwoman pantaloons)/ kim: wow! i think every guy on this field just got hard....
at kickball (again), Jake commenting sarcastically on how he wasn't raised by filthy rich people who could afford him the opportunity to play kickball in diamond earrings, ashleigh n: well, were you raised by a pack of assholes?!
to andy: oh fake lover, i would love to fake hate you....
Operation Lizard Lick
Oh HAI!!!!!!
enjoy the rest of your summers!
speaking of a TALL kickballer on another team in our league: i feel like sex with him would be like twister... with limbs just flying everywhere
to my roommate today on gchat:
i'm soo broke
i fed the dogs brown rice, eggs, and cottage cheese for breakfast
they thought they were getting a treat
little did they know, their mom is a broke ass ho
to my friend BG who just had half his palate burned off: and if you EVER ignore my text message again, i will shoot you in the face.... (his visiting sister looks properly terrified)
nate, regarding drama on my kickball team: what are y'all, in third grade.... wow, this really IS kickball
me, at kickball: hey ray-ray, you know how you wore your lucky boxers? i have on my lucky panties! (show the front of my blue and pink superwoman pantaloons)
at kickball (again), Jake commenting sarcastically on how he wasn't raised by filthy rich people who could afford him the opportunity to play kickball in diamond earrings, ashleigh n: well, were you raised by a pack of assholes?!
to andy: oh fake lover, i would love to fake hate you....
Operation Lizard Lick
Oh HAI!!!!!!
enjoy the rest of your summers!
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
wow.... just... wow
So, I got a new job Friday. I was very excited about it... or as excited as one can be when the last three weeks have deepened my melanin production to extremes not seen since I got 3 months of summer vacation every year. I said goodbye to the pool and prepared to reacquaint myself with Gchat and other perks of the 9-5 lifestyle. It was a bittersweet moment as I roused myself from slumber at 7:45 am and blearily prepared my lunch. Nervous anticipation prickled... I may have even sweat a little on the drive over...
Nothing, and I do mean NOTHING, could have prepared me for the workplace that I entered. My desk is covered in files, mail, trash, messages dating back to godknowswhen. There are bags and bags of trash in the room next to the front that apparently no one has taken out. The office itself is dirty and unclean. I was here 5 minutes and my boss left! No training, no direction other than just open and organize the mail.... so, I have been doing nothing for about 3 hours now, since that took next to no time to complete. The only other 2 people in the office are just as lost as I, since one started yesterday and one began just 6 months ago.
So, I begin to open the mail and there are close to 25 collection notices! Every other phone call is a collection agency. I am now really worried that I am working for a company that is on the verge of bankruptcy. When I interviewed, I was told that there were some financial concerns, but that it was the result of a previous employee not collecting past due bills from clients. I am seriously questioning that within one day of working here.... I spoke to the employee that has been here for 6 months and he recommended that I speak with the owner, indicating that my concerns may have validity.
Sending out more resumes.... good grief...
Nothing, and I do mean NOTHING, could have prepared me for the workplace that I entered. My desk is covered in files, mail, trash, messages dating back to godknowswhen. There are bags and bags of trash in the room next to the front that apparently no one has taken out. The office itself is dirty and unclean. I was here 5 minutes and my boss left! No training, no direction other than just open and organize the mail.... so, I have been doing nothing for about 3 hours now, since that took next to no time to complete. The only other 2 people in the office are just as lost as I, since one started yesterday and one began just 6 months ago.
So, I begin to open the mail and there are close to 25 collection notices! Every other phone call is a collection agency. I am now really worried that I am working for a company that is on the verge of bankruptcy. When I interviewed, I was told that there were some financial concerns, but that it was the result of a previous employee not collecting past due bills from clients. I am seriously questioning that within one day of working here.... I spoke to the employee that has been here for 6 months and he recommended that I speak with the owner, indicating that my concerns may have validity.
Sending out more resumes.... good grief...
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
We're high above but on the floor.....
Broken. My heart, my world. In a time when I have more people than I can ever remember surrounding me, things to do at all times, stable living, no school stress... and I am more alone than I can remember being in a long time.
I'm currently without a job... at least a 9-5er. I just picked up a few shifts at the 'Star. It was my first job... I began there and I may die there :) I was honest with them about my availability and the fact that once I start a 'real' job again, I will keep 1-2 shifts a week, but not pledge my allegiance to the corporation. In 'real job' news, I was offered a position at an executive staffing firm that seems very promising. I also am interviewing for another position at an attorney's office tomorrow morning, where the salary is about what I was making before, plus benefits. With a few serving shifts a week, I should be able to get on my feet and accomplish my goal of paying off my car this year!
Nate and I are over. It's hard to let that dream die as I remember just a year ago at the love we shared. I don't know what happened, just that we changed. I know I did.... and I feel like his deployment changed him much more than I thought it would. I assumed that this being his third tour, he would have faced all the demons and he would be strong. He is different and unhappy. I am no longer what he wants... and I don't want the man that the war returned to me. The breakup is amicable. We both love each other very much, but are headed for different dreams.... the sad part is I know what mine are, but he doesn't. I hope for his sake that those dreams, whatever they may be, are greater than the dreams he once had of our life together.
In light of these developments, I am kicking myself for not going ahead and moving to Boulder 2 months ago. I stayed for a job and a boy- both of which have disappointed me. I will stay here for another year, bc honestly at this point, I don't have the money to leave. I do enjoy my living situation and the friends I've made in the past few months. I can eek out a tolerable life here, but am dreaming of the day when I blow this popsicle stand! Boulder for a year, SLC or Portland for grad school, and then Australia or Vancouver, or wherever the wind blows me!
Keep me in your thoughts and prayers as I make this transition!
I'm currently without a job... at least a 9-5er. I just picked up a few shifts at the 'Star. It was my first job... I began there and I may die there :) I was honest with them about my availability and the fact that once I start a 'real' job again, I will keep 1-2 shifts a week, but not pledge my allegiance to the corporation. In 'real job' news, I was offered a position at an executive staffing firm that seems very promising. I also am interviewing for another position at an attorney's office tomorrow morning, where the salary is about what I was making before, plus benefits. With a few serving shifts a week, I should be able to get on my feet and accomplish my goal of paying off my car this year!
Nate and I are over. It's hard to let that dream die as I remember just a year ago at the love we shared. I don't know what happened, just that we changed. I know I did.... and I feel like his deployment changed him much more than I thought it would. I assumed that this being his third tour, he would have faced all the demons and he would be strong. He is different and unhappy. I am no longer what he wants... and I don't want the man that the war returned to me. The breakup is amicable. We both love each other very much, but are headed for different dreams.... the sad part is I know what mine are, but he doesn't. I hope for his sake that those dreams, whatever they may be, are greater than the dreams he once had of our life together.
In light of these developments, I am kicking myself for not going ahead and moving to Boulder 2 months ago. I stayed for a job and a boy- both of which have disappointed me. I will stay here for another year, bc honestly at this point, I don't have the money to leave. I do enjoy my living situation and the friends I've made in the past few months. I can eek out a tolerable life here, but am dreaming of the day when I blow this popsicle stand! Boulder for a year, SLC or Portland for grad school, and then Australia or Vancouver, or wherever the wind blows me!
Keep me in your thoughts and prayers as I make this transition!
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Go Nate, Go Nate, Go!!
Congrats to my boy for getting his 90-day card and being eligible for Jumpmaster school.... even if he doesn't really want to go :-/
He should know within a month or so what the future hold for him in the army, as far as whether he is staying at Bragg (and deploying for another year in March) or transferring to another assignment (and adding 2 more years onto his commitment). Both are pretty sucktastic choices...I just hope I can be loving and supportive through this mess.
In happier times... .
He should know within a month or so what the future hold for him in the army, as far as whether he is staying at Bragg (and deploying for another year in March) or transferring to another assignment (and adding 2 more years onto his commitment). Both are pretty sucktastic choices...I just hope I can be loving and supportive through this mess.
In happier times... .
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Lauren's Lovely Luxurious Stories
So, I was going through my *2* memory boxes that I have carted from house to house and added to, but never really gone through them since middle school. It was probably the most epic adventure of the month. There were treasures in that box that are priceless. Lauren's Lovely Luxurious stories featured cryptic tales of modern day Snow White fantasies, plane crashes stranding the "Friends 4-Ever" Club, and the mini-biography of a 9-year-old me expressing my dreams to be a jockey, horse trainer, dog trainer, veternarian- or maybe a combination of all 4! There was also found a grand tale, appropriately named "The Trunk in the Attic," filled with healthy doses of not-so hidden foreshadowing, mayhem, and death.
I FINALLY finished the giant armoire love affair that lasted well over a month from my initial move into my new house. It is now residing in my bedroom, waiting for me to finish the unpacking dervish I have begun. I can't wait to actually have all the clothes put away and decorate! I love the house, love the girls, tolerate our nutty landlord F(anny)P(ack) Jim, and am really throwing myself into enjoying this summer.
The dogs are doing well and I am questioning the necessity of even forking out $800 for the little B-man's surgery. He navigates around quite well without it and never seems to be in pain anymore. The only time it's an issue is when he is really tired, he has more trouble getting around. And, when he is running full speed, his little peg leg flaps around in the breeze, as he sprints on the other three. The kitten brigade is winding down.... after tomorrow, only 3 remain and those are the three that are going to stay in my or Nate's house. They are about 8 weeks old and silly little bits of flufferdoo hopping all over our house, leaving mayhem in their wake.
That's all I feel like writing right now.... so, back to the grind.... ugggh.
I FINALLY finished the giant armoire love affair that lasted well over a month from my initial move into my new house. It is now residing in my bedroom, waiting for me to finish the unpacking dervish I have begun. I can't wait to actually have all the clothes put away and decorate! I love the house, love the girls, tolerate our nutty landlord F(anny)P(ack) Jim, and am really throwing myself into enjoying this summer.
The dogs are doing well and I am questioning the necessity of even forking out $800 for the little B-man's surgery. He navigates around quite well without it and never seems to be in pain anymore. The only time it's an issue is when he is really tired, he has more trouble getting around. And, when he is running full speed, his little peg leg flaps around in the breeze, as he sprints on the other three. The kitten brigade is winding down.... after tomorrow, only 3 remain and those are the three that are going to stay in my or Nate's house. They are about 8 weeks old and silly little bits of flufferdoo hopping all over our house, leaving mayhem in their wake.
That's all I feel like writing right now.... so, back to the grind.... ugggh.
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Wallermelon and 'Mater Sammiches
It's SUMMER! I guess the equinox has not officially occurred, but I live in NC, so for all intents and purposes... it's summer. Trips to the Farmer's Market on Saturday mornings, fresh tomato sandwiches, watermelon, music festivals, the beach, aaaaaand.... the infamous summer move. A suppose this is a prerequisite for 20-somethings. The temperature must be over 90 degrees, humidity should hit its year to date high, and there should be at least 2 flights of stairs involved. I'm hitting all the key points this Saturday as I make my final move within NC. I will not move again until I'm heading to South Carolina with Nate or out to explore the wild, wild west with my pet posse!
I'm still trying to convince Daddy Dearest to let me go to Roo. It's Diana's last week in town and she is totally pressuring me to make the sojourn with her. She wants to party... I want to see Sigur Ros. Like, BAD! I have a ticket available for me for $150, since people bought all their tix and then can't go now, one week before the show. Tough break, but lucky me.
I leave you with this lovely blurb from an office memo written by my father regarding a mistake I had made....
The agent who made the mistake in deleting this has been verbally instructed that this is a serious error. Her punishment would normally be gibbeting or defenestration from 8 stories, but since she is my daughter, we have elected the more merciful penalty of a quick decapitation. This should ensure that this error never happens again.
Love the D.A.D.! Enough to get him one of theeeeeese for Father's Day?! I think so.
http://cgi3.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewUserPage&userid=bill-cosby-charity-auction
I'm still trying to convince Daddy Dearest to let me go to Roo. It's Diana's last week in town and she is totally pressuring me to make the sojourn with her. She wants to party... I want to see Sigur Ros. Like, BAD! I have a ticket available for me for $150, since people bought all their tix and then can't go now, one week before the show. Tough break, but lucky me.
I leave you with this lovely blurb from an office memo written by my father regarding a mistake I had made....
The agent who made the mistake in deleting this has been verbally instructed that this is a serious error. Her punishment would normally be gibbeting or defenestration from 8 stories, but since she is my daughter, we have elected the more merciful penalty of a quick decapitation. This should ensure that this error never happens again.
Love the D.A.D.! Enough to get him one of theeeeeese for Father's Day?! I think so.
http://cgi3.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewUserPage&userid=bill-cosby-charity-auction
Monday, May 26, 2008
3 Steps Forward... 2 Steps Back...
Relationships are hard. Not just the romantic kind... all of them are. Friendships have their own set of issues that are unique to platonic interactions, but interactions with those you love romantically are especially heart-wrenching.
I find myself in the difficult position of relearning Nate. Not only getting to know him again, but separating the fantasy created in 15 months apart from the reality of who he was and has become. He pointed this out the other day when I was commenting on his excessive sarcasm. He told me I act like I don't know him at all... like I built up a fantasy Nate in my head while he was away. This was said with a grin and was not intended to be a super serious commentary, but has stayed with me. How much of our current struggle is derived from unrealistic expectations, based on a boyfriend model that I created... or a girlfriend that he invented... while we have been apart?
We are not giving up on our love or this relationship, but it is hard. We fight and make up and fight again. I am riddled with insecurity that I never had before, which creates an annoying clingy-ness that is difficult to deal with. I realize that I'm doing it AS I'm doing it... but I can't stop myself. The hope is that time will heal the divide and we will be able to fall in deep love again. We both have high hopes and a belief that we can weather this if we both stay committed. I guess that's called faith.
I find myself in the difficult position of relearning Nate. Not only getting to know him again, but separating the fantasy created in 15 months apart from the reality of who he was and has become. He pointed this out the other day when I was commenting on his excessive sarcasm. He told me I act like I don't know him at all... like I built up a fantasy Nate in my head while he was away. This was said with a grin and was not intended to be a super serious commentary, but has stayed with me. How much of our current struggle is derived from unrealistic expectations, based on a boyfriend model that I created... or a girlfriend that he invented... while we have been apart?
We are not giving up on our love or this relationship, but it is hard. We fight and make up and fight again. I am riddled with insecurity that I never had before, which creates an annoying clingy-ness that is difficult to deal with. I realize that I'm doing it AS I'm doing it... but I can't stop myself. The hope is that time will heal the divide and we will be able to fall in deep love again. We both have high hopes and a belief that we can weather this if we both stay committed. I guess that's called faith.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
The Best Part of Waking Up.....
was not in fact Folger's in my cup, this am. I bleary-eyed stepped out of my room, heading towards my bathroom, when.... BAM!!!.... barefoot into one of the several piles/pools of diarrhea that the dear Diaper left for my while I was slumbering. I am growing to slowly hate this dog. He is old and crotchety- which means he is mean to Mazzy and little 'Ston. He barks his fool head off everytime someone moves in the house and won't shut up until you scream at him. And, his bowels are all kinds of messed up. He keeps shitting and pissing in my room... bc apparently this is not part of the 'house'-training. When I close the door.... in the hall or in my bathroom across the hall. Grrrr! My room smells like piss and my foot prolly has some exotic Mexican tapeworm burrowing towards my heart!
I am scrambling to make Memorial Day weekend plans, since my Boone plans fell through. I am trying not to act like a petulant 3 year old and stamp my foot, but I'm REALLY irritated. I'm not only having to make last minute plans, but trying to find people to go with me, so I'm not camping in the middle of the woods by myself. It looks like Asheville will be my destination, but I'm still trying to figure out how I'm gonna set up my tent in the dark to make this happen. Boo hiss to the man for crappin' out on our plans.
On a funny note: while I was typing this blog, I am also trying to reserve the U-Haul that I and my future roommates are going to rent on June 7 to move. So, as I am talking to this lady ab my reservation, she tries to slip in this disclaimer about equipment not being available for the times reserved?! I stop her to clarify this gem and ask "Are you saying that if I call to make a 24 hour reservation, U-Haul cannot guarantee that they will offer me the equipment for that time period?" She pauses (presumably to look in her 'difficult questions' manual) and begins to read something to the effect that U-Haul attempts to satisfy as many customers as possible, so sometimes the equipment will be rented out several times a day. I respond by thanking her for reading that, but that she really hasn't answered my question. I repeat my question, hoping that the pure ridiculousness of it will fall on her ears and perhaps propel her to check with a supervisor for clarification. It does not.
She transfers me to Customer Service, who might be able to answer my question. They cannot.... guess who does that? The reservation people, that's who! When I explain my concern that that department was the reason I had been transferred to begin with, my concerns were immediately relieved as she hopefully suggested "Maybe you'll get another person this time!" Really?! Like maybe one whose 'give a damn' isn't broken?! At this point, I asked to be transferred to a supervisor in the reservation department, since I would have a higher likelihood of having my original question answered. Wonder of wonders..... this did not happen.
I did reserve my U-Haul with the unfortunate soul who I was transferred to... and she was ridiculously pleasant and knowledgable! The End.
I am scrambling to make Memorial Day weekend plans, since my Boone plans fell through. I am trying not to act like a petulant 3 year old and stamp my foot, but I'm REALLY irritated. I'm not only having to make last minute plans, but trying to find people to go with me, so I'm not camping in the middle of the woods by myself. It looks like Asheville will be my destination, but I'm still trying to figure out how I'm gonna set up my tent in the dark to make this happen. Boo hiss to the man for crappin' out on our plans.
On a funny note: while I was typing this blog, I am also trying to reserve the U-Haul that I and my future roommates are going to rent on June 7 to move. So, as I am talking to this lady ab my reservation, she tries to slip in this disclaimer about equipment not being available for the times reserved?! I stop her to clarify this gem and ask "Are you saying that if I call to make a 24 hour reservation, U-Haul cannot guarantee that they will offer me the equipment for that time period?" She pauses (presumably to look in her 'difficult questions' manual) and begins to read something to the effect that U-Haul attempts to satisfy as many customers as possible, so sometimes the equipment will be rented out several times a day. I respond by thanking her for reading that, but that she really hasn't answered my question. I repeat my question, hoping that the pure ridiculousness of it will fall on her ears and perhaps propel her to check with a supervisor for clarification. It does not.
She transfers me to Customer Service, who might be able to answer my question. They cannot.... guess who does that? The reservation people, that's who! When I explain my concern that that department was the reason I had been transferred to begin with, my concerns were immediately relieved as she hopefully suggested "Maybe you'll get another person this time!" Really?! Like maybe one whose 'give a damn' isn't broken?! At this point, I asked to be transferred to a supervisor in the reservation department, since I would have a higher likelihood of having my original question answered. Wonder of wonders..... this did not happen.
I did reserve my U-Haul with the unfortunate soul who I was transferred to... and she was ridiculously pleasant and knowledgable! The End.
Monday, May 19, 2008
Cherry Poppin' Daddies
Ha! Fooled ya' huh! You thought I might be bringing it back early 90's style? I do love the 90's, and daddies, not necessarily the cherry poppin' kind...
The first blog in the grown up blog world. What to even write about?
Nate is home and I am in heaven with him. I am staying in Dtown for another year, against my better judgement. I pine for the West. I have 3 nutty dogs. My kitties joined a gang and I am trying to woo them back with promises of tuna, mice, and personal protection against doggy mayhem. I am sunburned- it's Nate's fault. I'm getting ready to move in with 3 funnishly girls. I watch lots of bad TV... as we speak, I am actually wasting an hour of my life watching 'One Tree Hill." Don't judge me. I love sundresses and sunglasses. My boobs are getting bigger but I'm trying to lose the weight I've put on my booty. I just bought an '08 Yaris and I like to zip around town in it. My phone is always dead. I love olives, salads, and tomato sandwiches in the summer time. The Hold Steady are coming to Cat's Cradle in August and I couldn't be more thrilled! I love Mario old school and can't play anything 3D.
The first blog in the grown up blog world. What to even write about?
Nate is home and I am in heaven with him. I am staying in Dtown for another year, against my better judgement. I pine for the West. I have 3 nutty dogs. My kitties joined a gang and I am trying to woo them back with promises of tuna, mice, and personal protection against doggy mayhem. I am sunburned- it's Nate's fault. I'm getting ready to move in with 3 funnishly girls. I watch lots of bad TV... as we speak, I am actually wasting an hour of my life watching 'One Tree Hill." Don't judge me. I love sundresses and sunglasses. My boobs are getting bigger but I'm trying to lose the weight I've put on my booty. I just bought an '08 Yaris and I like to zip around town in it. My phone is always dead. I love olives, salads, and tomato sandwiches in the summer time. The Hold Steady are coming to Cat's Cradle in August and I couldn't be more thrilled! I love Mario old school and can't play anything 3D.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
Posts
