Coffee or Hot Chocolate?

How about both?

Last week/weekend was horrible. In fact, it wasn't like an actual weekend, but an extension to the work week. Here is how things went.

Thursday

Work 7-6
Work 7-12
Sleep

Friday

Work 7-6
Dinner with friends 7-10
Sleep

Saturday

Move 7-2X
Work 3X-12
Sleep

Sunday

Move 8-3X
Visit with friends 3X-7
Sleep

I barely had time to eat, let alone sleep this weekend. I am still worn out. For the first time, I smelled coffee and wanted some! I don't even like coffee. I poured myself a cup and was debating over regular or hazelnut creamer. I came to the conclusion it didn't matter which I choose I would still be gagging this shit down. That's when I saw it. The box of hot chocolate. Hot chocolate? Hot chocolate! But that was too sweet! So, I did what anyone would do. I used the packet of hot chocolate as creamer so now I have a yummy coffee that tastes like it could have came from Starbucks, only it didn't cost me $6.89!!!!

YAY! I know I've said it before. I'm a genius! They should promote me!

*shakes head* Some People...

I have this think with Lover. When ever someone of his race (he is half black and half white) does something wrong/stupid/shameful I shake my head and say, "Your people." I do the same if it's it is one of his family members.


Today while driving on surface streets, this car acted as though he was going to merge into my lane, but it stopped about half way there and wasn't pulling forward. So, I did what any other driver would do, I went around him, which caused me drive half way into the turn lane. I looked behind me as I was pulling away from the vehicle and the vehicle turned it's lights on. I thought FUCK, he is so going to pull me over for driving in the turn lane (even though it was for less than 10 feet).

Well, the undercover didn't care, and when I looked forward, I understood what he was trying to do. He was trying to get traffic to merge in the right hand lane, because other cops were blocking the street. "OH!" I thought. He must have known that I didn't realize and he understood. Apparently a couple of good Samaritans did care. They ran up on my ass, cut off the car behind me, and I heard them hollering to the cop (and I say cop, although I am positive it was US Marshall or something because cops don't drive brown SUVs). Anyway, the "good Samaritans" were hollering for the cop to, "get that bitch," while pointing at my vehicle. At this point I was stopped due to a traffic light causing traffic to back up. The cop rolled up (in the turn lane) and requested that I pull into the turn lane for a second.

At this point, I knew I had done nothing wrong and I wasn't worried. As the "good Samaritan" car approached to pass me I heard, "Yea, get that bitch. Tryin to act stupid!" As the passed I was shaking my head. I mean really? I am in no way going to try and defend myself my saying I am not a Bitch. But, really??? Who the hell goes to lengths like that.

When the "good Samaritans" saw that I was shaking my head and smiling as they passed their demeanor changed and words changed to, "OH! Look at her, we're going to get her." they actually gave me some entertainment for the day. Nothing quite like this has happened to me since I left Weed, CA and even then I probably deserved it. I don't know exactly what they thought they were going to do. It amazes me how people think they can intimidate or scare someone. I was surrounded my 3-5 cops/Marshalls I wasn't acting crazy and I did nothing wrong. Hmm... Let me think about this one... They weren't going to do anything.

They left my sight and the cop pulled back up to my window and said, "I was just waiting for them to leave, so they couldn't bother you. You can go now."

"Thank you, Sir. Have a great day."

I thought of Lover.
*Shakes Head* Some people....

Is It Safe to Scream?

I know. I am getting a little redundant by repeating the same thing over and over again.

But.

I am truly tired of my job. I am tired of it. Sick of it. If it wasn't for that little (okay not so little) thing called money, I would have quit months ago. Mrs. NHJ is more of a bitch and I just can't take it anymore. Can't. Take. It. Any.More.

Oh I just want to get into the house so that I no longer have to worry about a mortgage company wants a 2 year job history.

I need a career change. I need to get out of the oil business and move on to something much better.

I never have been the type of person who liked listening to other people. I guess deep down I have always known that I would only be truly happy working for myself.

I have a few more months to decide about this career change.

Bitch Boy, Pot Stirrer, and Shit Talker

I have given yet another nickname to a co-worker. Bitch Boy. This goes to our new "safety manager." First, he is not above nor below me in status, he makes more money, far more money than I, but that does not mean he is better than I. Second, his boss doesn't even work at this facility so he doesn't even seem like an actual employee of my workplace. and Thirdly, I hardly ever see him, he does not have a company phone, and there is literally NO way (other than e-mail) for me to get a hold of him. This fact alone does not bother me in the slightest. What does bother the living fuck out of me, is that Bitch Boy does not provide his contact information to his customers or vendors so that they can follow up with him AND he gives out the company phone number to these people so that they can "contact" him. However, he is completely unreachable by this number.

Bitch Boy is not the only person I have this problem with. Shit Talker (yes, another new nickname), is also in a separate office and not reachable through the office phone. However, HE has a company cell phone and I give out that number openly and freely. There is another one out of these three that is also unavailable by land line, we will call him Innocent By Stander, because I LIKE him, and he is always more than willing to help me out. Plus, he has almost no authority, much like myself and can't control not having a cell phone (because Shit Talker and Shit Talker's management took it away).

So, we have Bitch Boy, Shit Talker, and Innocent By Stander (IBS).

I have the luxury of being yelled at, rudely spoken too, and hung up on on a daily basis because "our company needs to get their shit together," "I am lying," or "Bitch Boy told them he could be reached at this number." Well, a few weeks ago I was fed up with it. I e-mailed Bitch Boy and asked for his contact information so that I can give it to these people when they call. He responded by saying that the people who needed it already had it, and he doesn't want to deal with anyone else.

My response. Well, I guess they are SOL.

Flash forward to yesterday morning.

I finally had enough. I was yelled at by one person too many. This time, the phone call was in regard to IBS; however, I had enough of it.

I sent out another e-mail to all 3 of them stating, and I quote:
"When you do business with someone, please make sure that you give them the needed information in order to get back a hold of you (Other than the main office line, as you cannot be reached via this line). This would be great as I am tired of being hung up on and bitched at because they can’t reach you.

Thanks!
Christie"

So, I realize that I probably could have worded it differently, but I was pissed and BITCHED was the word that best described what was happening to me.

Bitch Boy, decided to ignore my e-mail and pass it on to Shit Talker, in which he basically said that I was a horrible person, employee, and should "have a talking too." Now look here... Don't tell someone I need a "talking to." And second of all, if you had a problem, the first step is to confront the person you have a problem with. Isn't this what we learned in Kindergarten through that whole problem solving shit where you start off stating how you feel and by the end of the damn exercise you are hugging the person who you punched in the face after they put wet sand down your pants?

Anyway, more anger arises from the fact that later that day my boss comes to me and says we need to talk. Now, my boss doesn't talk to me. No really, he doesn't talk to me. Only every now and then to ask a question, in which I answer directly and he leaves my office. So, we he starts off saying we need to talk, I flip and start racking my brain of WHAT THE FUCK I possibly did wrong within the last month.

Then, he calls in Mrs. No Holey Jeans, and we go to the conference room for a "meeting." Umm... Well, he takes longer than he should to get there and all I can think about is the "big wigs" that are coming into the office the next day and how they just had all this budget meeting shit, and OH FUCK they are getting rid of my position! Then, my eyes swell with tears and I get a fucking toad in my throat (kind of like what is happening now, because the thought of loosing my job upsets me soo soo much!) and I have to choke everything back, because I will not let Mrs. No Holey Jeans see me cry. And will my fucking boss just bring his ass in here and get it over with already. I'm going to cry. Not only am I going to cry, I am going to bawl, and there will be snot and mascara running and I don't see a box of tissues up here.

Finally! My boss comes in and hands me a piece of paper. AHAHAHAHA! It's my e-mail! And Bitch Boys e-mail to Shit Talker and Shit Talker's boss, Pot Stirrer's, response to my boss and my bosses response to all of them. WOW! Wait! Shit Talker sent this to Pot Stirrer, but Shit Talker's response is not included in this e-mail. Pot Stirrer DELETED IT! OH! I get it.

So, first. It was funny that even Pot Stirrer (who gained his name for other reasons as well) took my side by simply saying, this is not a matter of who is right or wrong. This is a communication issue and maybe you 3 (meaning, Shit Talker, Bitch Boy, and IBS) need to have a meeting to resolve it.

My boss, Teddy Bear (I am naming him this, because I was told once that he was a big Teddy Bear) then told them all that he would talk to me, but communication was important, this was the first he had heard of it, and if they have a problem contact him directly next time and he will handle it.

First, Teddy Bear is a great boss. He sticks up for his employees, even when they could have done something differently or approached it in a different way. AND he explains things to said employee *cough* HOW she can handle it differently, and that it might be better to just go to him (even though some times Teddy bear scares the shit out of her) and he will put them in their place. This makes me happy. Really happy, that my boss cares, sticks up for me, and doesn't back down.

Also, I think Mrs. No Holey Jeans needs to start taking lessons from him, because I really can't stand her careless attitude and Bitchiness! Fuck her! Although, she seems to tone it down, is much more helpful, and polite when Teddy Bear is around (also her boss). Imagine that!

Planning a Party?

You know how we all dream. Well, I have been dreaming a lot lately. I have officially extended my budget out until the end of 2014. That's right, it's a five year plan. And if I follow it correctly I will have about $54,000 saved up. pppsshhhh. I have mentioned before that I am incapable of saving... I am still incapable of saving. It will be interesting to know how much I have saved up at the end of 2014.

That is one of the day dreams I have been having. The other is getting out of the job I am in now. It is not secret that I hate my job, in large part because I have to spend it with Mrs. NHJ (No Holey Jeans, in case I have any new readers). Part of this career change, includes how I can do something fun, that involves a random schedule of which I choose and when I choose it, being able to sleep in and cuddle with the love of my life, spend more time with is beautiful daughter Baby, interact with people, use my degree, and more importantly use my brain! Uncanny right? What job is going to offer all of this? Should I mention that I did not even note benefits or a 401K?

Basically, I have came to the conclusion that I would have to work for myself. But, what would I do? Howe about plan parties! My family... We know how to party, and we have thrown some pretty good ones, that aren't too pricey!

My dreams came to a crashing halt for a few reasons. One, starting a business costs money. Maybe not the one I am wanting to start, because I don't need and office, e-mail is free, and I can do my own marketing. But, there is advertising, business cards, and who the heck wants to hire someone who doesn't have a website in this economy. A website and references are a must. Two, I'm almost positive I would have to quit my job to do this. I can't quit my job. My job is steady income that I need to pay the bills. I can't leave steady income for "I don't know when the hell I am going to get paid" income.

Maybe some day, in 5 years, after I have the $54K saved up, then I can quit my job and start planning people's parties! I mean, I know all the vendors, I have people skills, and it's something I enjoy doing! *sigh* How I love to dream.

But really...

Would you hire me to plan your wedding, birthday, company party, holiday party, funeral? :O

I Just Sent You Flowers So I Can Get Laid

I LOVE John Jay & Rich (and Kyle) in the morning. They became my favor tie show after Kid & Ruben (and Corrina) were cancelled, on 101.5, for some bogus and bull shit reason.

First, they are hilarious, self-indulgent, and sound like "regular" people. Plus, they have these segments that make the radio show entertaining.

I start listening to them around 7:30 am while on my way to work, and hate it when their show is over at 10am. I get soooo irritated when the phone rings during this time, because I don't want to miss anything they have to say. UGH! The phone rang this morning and I was talking to this customer. I missed almost this whole segment, but just as I was getting off the phone, I hear the man on their segment from War of The Roses say, "I'm not cheating on you. I just sent you flowers so that I can get laid!"

If you are interested in listening to their morning show, go to their website, also they are available in the following cities:

Phoenix
San Diego
Portland
Tuscon
Colorado Springs
Fort Collins

Mondays

I've read many articles about productivity. You know when you're bored at work and have nothing better to do? Then, you start to Google shit about productivity so that if your boss ever asks you why something isn't done you can quote some random study that says smart people surround by bitchy *cough* Mrs. NHJ *cough* employees have trouble getting stuff done. I digress.

Anyway, this particular study that I read said that employees are MOST productive on Tuesdays. Really? Hmm... I think that might be, because we have to catch up on work that we "didn't feel like" doing on Monday.

Today is Tuesday, and I can guarantee that it is not going to be my most productive day of the week. Yesterday, I got a lot of shit done and today I plan on catching up on my other blogs and playing Twitter. I would be playing on Facebook, but the IT department has that blocked right now. :(

It's Tuesday and feels like my Monday.

Cold Hearted. Warm Blooded.

Mice. My fucking workplace has mice! Technically, we only found one mouse, but those fuckers NEVER travel alone. What. The. Fuck! Someone needs to tell me what my damned rights are, because I don't do rodents! Reptiles, bugs, and rodents are a no fucking go for me.

I get to work this morning and head straight to the kitchen to put my lunch in the fridge. I look down and see one of the cockroach holder/sticky things. My office has these throughout the offices too, but they also spray for bugs and I have never seen any bugs. Other than that one instance we had with an angry hive of bees that wouldn't let us outside, so we had to call the Bee Man and it took him like an hour to kill those damned things and get the Queen.

Back to my story. I look down and see the cockroach stinky thing. I think hmm... that isn't suppose to be there. Until I see it. AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!! I take that back, I felt the vile things heinous tale hit the top of my pinky toe before I saw what it was. AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHAAA!!!!! Stuck. The fucker was stuck in the thing. Eww! Eww! Eww! I cried. My make up is ruined, my mascara is smeared on my face, making it appear that I was punched the night before, and I am no longer wearing the eyeliner I had on at 7:59 this morning.

I come to find out that this place has had a problem with mice/rodents/vile, disgusting creatures in the past. Luckily, 2 stray cats made there way over and we started feeding them for at least 5 or 6 years. Well, the cats died (they were run over) and the fucking mice are back. I want a cat! I will go pay to adopted one and have it inside (I won’t be satisfied with an outside cat) if I have to. I mean, I will do it the right way. I want a cat, I NEED a cat. I don't do mice.

A co-worker of mine (not Mrs. NHJ) doesn't like mice, but was sad that fucker was "suffering." Fuck that! I don't feel bad for the disease carrying infestation! At this point I am kind of happy that Mrs. NHJ is around, she is a bitch. More importantly, she is bitch that doesn't like mice/rodents. This means, that something is going to be done. Cause if the Bitch ain't happy, nobody is happy!

Mrs. No Holey Jeans

Recently, I mention Mrs. No Holey Jeans (or Mrs. NHJ) in a post and thought I should explain how said co-worker developed this name.

Now, I work in the oil industry. No one ever comes to our office and when they do they look like a homeless person due to the oil/dirt/grime he or she is covered in. So, there is no need to dress in the business casual attire. Plus, the company does not have a dress code established. Therefore, I see no need to "dress to impress."

Before you Baby Booming judgmentals get on my case about how us youngsters are destroying the work environment and all that jazz, here me out.

I would never come to work in shorts (even though the summer days in Arizona are unbearable). I would never wear sweatpants or anything that looked like a work out uniform. I ALWAYS wear my hair down (only on rare days so I wear it in a bun). I would never leave my house without make-up on. My point? I don't look like some trashy girl. I look presentable and appropriate - not to mention comfortable. Mon-Fri I wear a "business casual" top and never wear T-shirts (unless the company logo is on them AND it's a Friday).

I don't feel comfortable in dresses or skirts. So, I would never wear those to work. Heels are uncomfortable and ruin my feet, so I always wear flip flops and I always wear jeans or capris.

On Fridays, I don't see anything wrong with coming to work in a tank top and "stylish" pair of jeans. You know those jeans that you can buy anywhere, and they have the strategically places holes in them? The ones that you buy that way? I love holey jeans! They just look to worn and comfortable.

Now, it had been a year that I wore a pair of holey jeans on Friday. The Republican, Baby Boomers at my company laughed, but never told me that it was inappropriate.

Then, Mrs. NHJ, who always has to put her nose in everything told me that I was not allowed to wear these jeans to work anymore. *ahem* Excuse me? Yup, The Bitch told me, after a year or my wearing these jeans to work, that I COULD NOT wear them.

Who the fuck is she. Oh! AND to top it off, she told me that my boss (still calling him Ray) agreed. Well, that is funny Mrs. NHJ, because I believe it was just last week that he was joking with me about them and even gave me a pointer on where I might find some more, for a cheaper price. I'm on to you, Bitch!

That, is how said co-worker established the name of Mrs. No Holey Jeans almost 1 year ago today.

This co-worker gets on my nerves, is unreasonable, HAS to have things done her way (even when she isn't the one doing anything in regard to what you are doing), always has an opinion which she thinks is better than everyone else’s, complains that her Coach reading glasses holder is too big, AND lives in the richest, most snobbiest place in AZ.

I finally found out why this old hag was so damned ornery... She used to work for Enron. Which means that she most likely lost most (if not all) of her retirement and will probably be working until she dies. Plus, she's never had kids, been in the oil business FAR TOO long, doesn't like me (even though I have done nothing to her) AND... is the sole reason why I dread going to work every morning.

At one point, she even had the nerve to make a comment that I probably made more money than her. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Bitch please! She was serious. I don't know where she gets that shit from!!! She makes AT LEAST double what I make in a year, including tuition reimbursement. She is like 61 years old and been in the oil industry since she was 18. Like a 20 year old makes more than her. UGH!

Dream #2

There are two relevant points in this dream:

1. I pushed my boss.
2. I told Mrs. No Holey Jeans (I'll explain later) to "shut up and listen for once."

An operator and myself were on our lunch break, and for some reason we decided to toss a football back and forth. Now, under no circumstances would be company be okay with us tossing a football back and forth on company property for safety and ass hole reasons. In this dream, our Safety Supervisor (let's call her Laura) was in town. her normal office is in a different state, thank gosh, because I don't know how much I could handle of her fake friendliness. Oh, it is most definitely a fake friendliness; she will jab in the back with a knife faster than you can say OSHA.

Now, Laura happened to see us tossing the football back and forth and came out to write an "incident report" (meaning you fucked up and put yourself or others in harms way) about it. My problem is that she was only going to write the incident about ME. She claimed that the operator was standing in a safe position, but I was not. Laura then went on to show me the several different places I could have been standing that would be safe.

Well, me being me. I choose to argue with Laura because not only was her reasoning completely UNreasonable, but she literally pointed out a safe spot to stand that was not more than 2 feet from me. Now, I was not arguing with her that she was wrong. I was merely asking for an explanation on WHO chooses safe versus unsafe spots? If she had a company policy regarding such issues? And the difference between Spot A and Spot B?

Are you following along? Good.

Now, this dream I was viewing via 3rd person. So, I had my "real life" mind with me and was only watching the events unfold. Kind of like, watching a documentary, of myself.

All of a sudden, my boss (let's call him Ray) and co-worker/bitch (let's call her Mrs. No Holey Jean or Mrs. NHJ) showed up and sided with her! How dare they! Then, the argument on safety all of a sudden turned into an argument of credibility where my opinion was no longer being considered. I felt like I was being treated as 1/2 of a person. The reason I was no longer "credible?" I didn't "dress up" for work. Laura started to make that a safety issue, and Mrs. NHJ was agreeing and my boss was threatening to fire me if I didn't start dressing up. In the middle of all of this I was trying to speak, and say that if they wanted me to "dress up" then they should give me a budget for it, because they don't pay me enough to buy "nice clothes." At some point I think I even asked for a policy.

I couldn't get a word in between Laura and Mrs. NHJ so I finally turned to Mrs. NHJ, looked her square in the eyes and told her to "SHUT UP AND LET ME TALK."

She responded with a hand on the hip, a movement of the head similar to a "oh no you did.n't" motion, while saying "excuse me." At which point, Ray grabbed my wrist. Yea! Grabbed me! At this point, I must have been thinking my job was finished so I pushed Ray away from me and walked off while threatening a law suit.

I only assume that I was going to my office to grab my purse and go home for the day, because I woke up as I walked into the building.

...But I Don't Wanna!

Trying to explain the entire U.O.P online classroom environment is pointless, because no one cares. Each week you have assignments, usually due by day 7 or Monday. It's day 7. I have 2 assignments to do. I don't want to.

I forgot this is what school was about. The professor giving assignments, and me complaining all week and waiting until the last minute to do the assignments. So, why am I back in school working on my Masters? Oh yea! I remember. It's because I can't pay back my loans for my Bachelors. Also, because I need the "extra" financial aid in order to continue paying my bills. Isn't that sad? OH and did I mention that my work reimburses? I could use that money too! Because if you think I am going to take the yearly $5,250 my work gives me to pay BACK the loans, you haven't been following along very closely.

Oh and for an added bonus. Instead of following the 18 month program it would take for me to get my degree, I am stretching it out over 3 years, so that is $5,250 EACH year! YAY for me! That is if I stay with this company, which I am trying desperately hard NOT to do.

Why I Should...

Lately (meaning the last 2 months or so), I have not, under any circumstances wanted to go to work. Getting out of bed to get ready for work has become a chore instead of routine. This is precisely why I had compiled this list of the top 20 reasons why I, of all people, should win the big one. Yes, I am referring to the lottery. I am not, however, referring to just the million dollar jackpot. I want the jackpot of jackpots, the big cojones!

*clears throat* So, to begin.

1. My job sucks.
2. I don't get paid enough money to do my job.
3. They took away my overtime. Thus, they took away my grocery money.
4. Number three means they LITERALLY took food from my table.
5. I am a good person.
6. I would give a lot of it away to charity/use the money for good causes.
7. I could be a stay at home Mom. This means my kids would get the love and guidance they need/deserve preventing from being a common criminals (saving tax dollars) and allowing them to be successful (giving more tax dollars).
8. I would be less cranky.
9. I could pay off my student loans.
10. Number 9 means I would be giving money BACK to the government; thus, helping the USA get out of debit.
11. Number 9 means I would no longer be taking money from the government; thus, helping USA stay out debit.
12. I could open my own business.
13. I could open my own business without taking grants from the government.
14. Another business means more money to the government.
15. I would travel within the US.
16. Number 15 would stimulate the economies of all the states.
17. I would travel internationally.
18. Number 18 would contribute positively to foreign affairs.
19. I'd give my family/close friends money to get them out of debt; giving them more disposable income. We all know the positive effects of disposable income.
20. The cosmetic products, clothing, and shoes alone that I'd buy would be enough to keep the area booming for many centuries to come.

As you can see, the economy, government, and general public would be much better off through my winning the lottery.

Sleep

I laid down for a nap yesterday at about 3:00 pm. I woke up at 10:00 pm. YIKES! So, what did I do? Showered, brushed my teeth, and went back to bed until 7 this morning.

...

I'm still tired...

It was a long weekend!

I Think The Maids Are Thieves

I am pretty sure the maids that we hire at my company are stealing my stuff. I mean stealing my stuff, not my stuff that belongs to the company, stuff I bought. Food I bought. I am noticing that my Balance Bars are dwindling faster than the rate I am eating them. AND the other day, my chip bag was lower. Yea, exactly. They stacked on some of my Ranch Doritos. Where is anti-chip-thief technology???

Apples and Onions?

This morning I was digging through the crisper drawer in the refrigerator; I knew I had some fruit in there and since I didn't have time to enjoy a healthy bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios, I need something quick and easy. Quick. And. Easy.

AWW HA! So, THAT is where the left over "fixings" for the tacos I made last week went. Chopped up lettuce, cheese. OH! There's an orange. I'll take that. Onion, tomato. Apple, two apples. Perfect! Should I grab some peanut butter? No, no. I have some at work.

I put the new found fruit into my purse and off to work I went.

So, I get to work (mind you, I am starving at this point) and immediately reach for that apple in my purse. Mmm... Crisp. Cold. Fresh. Onion! Huh?

My apple has a suspicious amount of onion hint in it. Gross. I'm done!

Is this one of those life lessons that I get to learn and can only learn by living by myself? That HAS to be why my Mom always used one crisper for vegetables and the other fro fruits. Come to think of it, I don't even remember her putting the chopped up onion back IN the crisper, she just left it in the plastic zip-loc on the shelf.

I don't know about this whole getting older/growing up thing. Where's my Mommy when I need her most?

Back in Business

An update from this post.

1. Met The Parents

Unsuccessful - Dad was out of town. So, what did he do? How about you meet Mom instead? Oh great!

She was nice, didn't talk much (but Lover already warned me months ago that she wasn't much of a talker). I'm pretty sure she liked me, but again, I don't care either way.

I'm suppose to be meeting Dad soon.

2. Weight Gain

Must have been retaining water. Got some iPhone Apps to help out. How about Calorie Tracker, Couch to 5K, and Weight Watcher. So Couch to 5K seems really cool, it gets potatoes off the couch and running 3.1 miles in 9 weeks. (Can you say new blog?) The down side? I have to be consistent, and by consistent - I mean every day! :(

3. Vacation

See Sedona and Starbucks!

4. Reunited

I don't know what I was thinking before! Some people are just busy! So it was really nice to get with them again. Between my complaints of flakiness, I don't think I have mentioned how good of people these two are! And the age thing.. hmm... Well, I know SHE doesn't have a problem. But, I still think he does. Time will tell. I had greek food for the first time!

5. Job Hunt

I didn't get the job I applied for. I'm keeping my head high and I'll keep looking...

6. Back in Business

The first bartending gig of the new season went GREAT! I'm so glad to have made some money, I mean, I actually made some money!!!

Changes Are Coming

So, in order to get all of my thoughts out I have decided to make a list instead of just a regular post.

1. Meet the parents.

My boyfriend told me last night, while I was making his dinner, that tomorrow (meaning today) was the day I was going to meet his Dad. The emotions I felt in this order: Excitement, Nervousness, Confusion, Anger, I'm not doing it, I don't have time to straighten my hair, I have nothing to wear, UGH why are putting me through this.

Now, let me explain. First, he hadn't even TOLD his Dad that we would be coming over. Meeting the parents is a BIG deal, like it should be planned. Both parties should have a minimum of a week to contemplate the entire ordeal and come up with questions. Well, unfortunately my man doesn't work that way. He likes to everything on a whim and with absolutely no notice. You see, he stresses me out.

I've been wanting to meet his parents (Dad, Mom, and Mom's Boyfriend) for awhile now, but he doesn't really have the best relationship with ANY of his family members. They are weird like that, they don't talk on the phone, they don't tell anyone about their personal life, nothing! I mean to tell you my Mom knew I was moving in with him a week before I did. His parents don't even know we live together - it's been over 2 months. Hey, don't judge - it's our life [Bon Jovi song fades in here].

So, I need help from you guys! See, I have this theory that no one likes me with him because of the age difference. I am 20 and he is 26, almost 27 and it seems like when someone finds out "how young I am" they disapprove. Now, age is a number, not a maturity level. AND there are some things I accomplished that I like to share with people because I proud of them and it is impressive. I graduated high school at 16, I got my AA at 17, and I just received my BS in Business Administration right after I turned 20. Tell his Dad this would give away my age, something I don't want to disclose in the beginning. But I am who I am.

Now, that I am writing all of this out, I don't really care if his Dad likes me, because his Dad isn't really important to him. Okay. So, I think I made up my own mind for me. I'm just going to be me.

Have I mentioned that I've never met anyone's parents before, EVER!

2. Easier to gain then it is to lose.

So, how come it is easier to gain 5 pounds in 2 - 3 weeks than it is to lose 5 pounds in the same amount of time. Lately, I stopped cooking (I know BIG mistake) and started eating out more - need to stop! Before I knew it, I gained 5 pounds.

What in the Universe would have lured me into getting on the scale you ask. Well, I have been craving pizza - I don't like pizza! It's a disgusting greasy food that has far too much cheese, it's chewy and taste like bread. I have no idea why I was craving pizza, I just was. So the day after I consumed an entire small pizza and 2 can sodas in one sitting, I hopped on the scale. I'm not longer craving pizza.

Last night, I did 40 sit-ups and 40 push-ups. It's not much but it's a start. Then, tonight after I meet Lover's Dad, we are going to go walking, somewhere; maybe the park, or the local high school track, I don't care where, I just need to walk. I need to excercise, I need motivation though. :(

3. 3 day weekend and vacation

Today is my Friday; go ahead and hate; I'll wait...

So, I requested tomorrow off, because I just needed a day off. Then, Lover and I decided that we would go to Sedona, AZ and take his baby girl, Cinderella, we get to take her overnight and don't have to take her back to the Baby Momma until noon on Saturday.

4. Meeting old friends

Remember when I wrote about that couple snobbing us, because the girl fell asleep on the couch? Well, they invited us over Friday night. Now, it looks like after our nice day trip to the country to see rocks and sunsets, we are going to be hanging out with the same couple. I was shocked that they invited us. Looks like we are going to just hang out at their house and order pizza, OH NO!

5. Job hunting

As you might already know, I have been hunting for a new job. I interviewed for one position last week! YAY! I am horrible at interviews, I think I am just too honest. However, I should be hearing from them tomorrow on whether or not I am called back for a SECOND interview.

If that doesn't work out, I have another one lined up, and just found out about another possible position. However, I REALLY want to work for the company that I just interviewed for. I should know more tomorrow, I'll call while on my trip if I have to!

6. Bartending.

As you read, the season is starting. Which means busy. It also means money. Hey, a girl's gotta pay the bills.

I think that is it. For now, I have everything off of my chest.

Starting a New Blog

YAY!!!! Okay, before you go all "she might have something to say but two blog posts in one day is saying too much," on me, give me a chance to explain myself.

Okay, here goes...

I realized that Lover and I go to the movies. No, I realized that Lover and I go to the movies a lot, like at least once a week, sometimes twice, and sometimes once but we watch 2 movies.

What does this mean?

It meeeeaannnss that I am starting a new blog, something meaningful and fun, something useful for other readers/followers (if I gain some).

Said blog will be titled New Release.

WAIT! Don't go there yet! I haven't posted any reviews. Although, I do have a few to catch up on:

The Hangover
The Time Traveler's Wife
G.I. Joe: Rise of Cobra
The Ugly Truth
The Orphan
Drag Me to Hell
The Taking of Pelham 1 2 3
Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince
District 9

Normally, I would not bother with past movies I have seen and just start fresh. But all those movies are still in theatres!!!

In addition. I think I am going to start writing reviews for movies period(.). Like if I watch a new movie that isn't in theatres.

Boy (or girl), this sure gives me something to do with all my time.

I got to get to work!