More than you ever wanted to know about me

(X) smoked a cigarette (smoked since I was 17, I have since quit (again))
(X) smoked a cigar.
(X) smoked a joint (puff puff give!)
(_) crashed a friend's car
(_) stolen a car
(X) been in love
(X) been dumped (yes, more than I'd like to admit)
(X) shoplifted
(X) been fired (on purpose though, I didn't go to work one day and spent it in bed with a hot boy)
(_) been in a fist fight
(X) snuck out of my parent's house
(X) had feelings for someone who didn't have them back
( ) been arrested
(X) made out with a stranger (he he)
(X) gone on a blind date (Prom my sophomore year...)
(X) lied to a friend
(_) had a crush on a teacher
(_) been to Europe
(X) skipped school (I had problems with my attendance)
(_) seen someone die
(_) had a crush on one of your myspace friends
(_) been to Canada
(X) been to Mexico
(X) been on a plane
(X) seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show
(X) thrown up in a bar... (he he)
(_) purposely set a part of myself on fire
(X) eaten Sushi
(_) been snowboarding - yeah right!
(X) met someone in person from the internet (I know, but he was cute!)
(X) been moshing at a concert (I didn't mean to, Julie and I got stuck in the pit at an AFI concert.. she got her hair ripped out)
(_) been in an abusive relationship
(X) taken painkillers
(X) love someone or miss someone right now
(X) laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by
(X) made a snow angel
(X) had a tea party (do Long Island's count?)
(_) flown a kite - I don't think I've ever successfully done that
(X) built a sand castle (does a big hole count?)
(X) gone puddle jumping
(X) played dress up (Hell yes, unfortunately there are many, many pictures of this)
(X) jumped into a pile of leaves
(X) gone sledding
(X) cheated while playing a game
(X) been lonely
(X) fallen asleep at work/SCHOOL (I got in big trouble because I kept falling asleep in Kindergarten and I used to nap in the bathroom lounge of NAR)
(X) used a fake id
(X) watched the sun set
(X) felt an earthquake
(X) touched a snake (one eyed and otherwise
(X) slept beneath the stars
(X) been tickled (don't touch me)
(X) been robbed - my car got broken into once, but they didn't really get much
(X) been misunderstood
(X) petted a reindeer/goat
(_) won a contest
(X) ran a red light
(_) been suspended from school
(X) been in a car accident (not bad though, just fender benders..)
(X) had braces
(X) felt like an outcast
(X) eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night
(X) had deja vu
(X) danced in the moonlight
(X) hated the way you look
(X) witnessed a crime
(_) pole danced (yeah right, scared of that)
(_) been obsessed with post-it notes
(X) squished barefoot through the mud
(X) been lost (all the freakin time!)
(X) been to the opposite side of the country (Virginia and Georgia)
(X) swam in the ocean (Clara and I nearly drowned, don't smoke pot and then swim in rip tides)
(X) felt like dying
(X) cried yourself to sleep
(X) played cops and robbers
(X) recently colored with crayons/colored pencils/markers
(X) sung karaoke (also scared of this one, thank GOD there were no video cameras!
(_) paid for a meal with only coins
(X) done something you told yourself you wouldn't
(X) made prank phone calls when you were younger
(_) laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose
(X) caught a snowflake on your tongue
(X) danced in the rain
(X) written a letter to Santa Claus
(X) been kissed under the mistletoe (hell, I had sex under my Christmas tree once!)
(X) watched the sun rise with someone you care about
(X) blown bubbles
(_) made a bonfire on the beach
(X) crashed a party
(X) gone rollerskating (Clara and I used to a lot in our basement, we did roller dances to Elvis songs)
(X) had a wish come true
(_) humped a monkey
( ) worn pearls
(_) jumped off a bridge
(_) screamed "penis" in public
(_) ate dog/cat food
(X) told a complete stranger you loved them (damn alchohol)
(X) kissed a mirror
(X) sang in the shower
(_) have a little black dress
(X) had a dream that you married someone
(_) glued your hand to something
(_) got your tongue stuck to a flag pole
(_) kissed a fish
(X) worn the opposite sex's clothes
(X) been a cheerleader
(X) sat on a roof top
(X) screamed at the top of your lungs
( ) done a one-handed cartwheel (I can't even do one w/ two hands)
( ) talked on the phone for more than 6 hours
(X) stayed up all night
(_) didn't take a shower for a week (No, but I would LOVE that!)
(_) picked and ate an apple right off the tree
(_) climbed a tree
(X) had a tree house - My cousin had one I played in . . does that count?
(X) are scared to watch scary movies
(X) believe in ghosts
(_) have more than 30 pairs of shoes
(_) worn a really ugly outfit to school just to see what others say
(_) gone streaking
(X) played ding-dong-ditch-
(X) played chicken
(X) pushed into a pool/lake with all your clothes on
(X) been told you're beautiful by a complete stranger (not that they were sober)
(_) broken a bone
(X) been easily amused he he.
(X) caught a fish then ate it
(X) caught a butterfly
(X) laughed so hard you cried
(X) cried so hard you laughed
(X) mooned someone
(X) had someone moon/flash you
(X) cheated on a test
(X) have a Britney Spears CD
(X) forgotten someone's name?
(X) slept naked
(X) French braided someone's hair?
(X) grown a beard (I don't want to talk about it)
(_) belong to the KKK.
(_) rule at Life
(_) Been to more than 10 Countries

Blah freakin blah blah

I've been quite the slacker lately eh? I have every intention of keeping up on this, but time just slips away, and I only have computer access at work. And, unfortunately I'm not a slacker at work.

Nothing much new. Although, surprisingly I am loving the whole domesticated thing. Brian and I are just happy as freakin clams doing dishes together and things like that. He cooks and we watch TV and just hang out. We have had people over a couple of times and it's a lot of fun to be little hosts.

Oakley and the cat are pretty tight, I noticed the other day that she smelt like Brian's cologne. Oakley had sprayed her with it and brushed her teeth, apparantly he wanted her to smell good. Sigh.

Things are getting busy again. I got the new Leann Womack CD and her greatest hits last night and I now carry them wherever I go and listen to them. I may have a problem, but recommend them.

I read my first John Grisham novel, I always thought of him as too main stream to begin reading. I enjoyed it though, read it in a weekend.

the party don't start til 6 in the Mornin'...

Argh, another early day at the office. I will be here for about twelve hours today. I finally finished entering in all of the lost backorders, but now I am left with paperwork without orders and orders without paperwork so I have to be a detective and try to track down what on earth is going on with them. In the meantime, people are probably wondering where their orders are. And yet, I find time to do this.

I finished reading The Glass Castle last night by Jeannette Walls. I couldn't put it down. I related to it so much, of course on a much smaller scale. I highly recommend it.

The weekend will be spent doing laundry, Oakley and I may go to a movie on Saturday and on Sunday we plan on taking Brian's grandma swimming and then we will come home and maybe hang out with some friends. I just want to sleep and find another good book.

ET Phone Home

So I still don't have a home phone. I finally got Qwest out to my house to set it up and they found that the wiring is installed incorrectly. It goes through the attic and maybe one of the workers put a nail through the wiring. We also realized that that was the only phone jack in the entire house. I guess when we didn't get upgrades on our house, no one was kidding around! I use Brian's cell phone but he is an absolute freak about his minutes and hovers over me while motioning for me to "wrap it up". I didn't understand why something was missing out of my life since I've been in the new house. What did I do in the apartment to occupy time? Oh yeah, talk on the phone for hours at a time.

I called the house people and she said she would try to get an electrician out on Monday (this was on Friday) but that she needed it in writing. What? Anyways, I filled out the form and the second question was home phone number! Argh. Needless to say, nothing yet. I am paying for phone service that doesn't exist. I paid last month for them to hook it up to my old apartment. Maybe I am meant to dissappear into obscurity, I doubt it though... I want to talk people's ears off again!

Mean Monkeys

Saturday night Brian and I didn't sleep a wink. The mattress that we had was so small and squeaky and my side sunk down so I had to hold on to keep from falling out of bed. He woke up and told me that he had a dream about monkeys... monkeys, I asked "yeah, mean monkeys" he said. The next morning he had had enough and decided that we needed to buy a new mattress. We don't have the money to buy a new mattress and to top it off I ran off to the grocery store with his debit card and spent double what I should have. I thought he was going to kill me! Luckily, when I got home the neighbor called me over and said that he had a brand new king sized mattress that he was giving away. They downsized their Phoenix house by about half the size and can't fit all of thir things in their new place. They are 80 and wanted to live where it was cooler. I was so excited because this dear man just saved my ass, and the money it would have cost to buy a new mattress. When Brian got home I quickly told him about the mattress, and added softly what I spent on groceries.

I imagine that when most couples move things that they communicate, you grab that end, we'll turn it on its side and I'll go first... things of that nature. Not Brian and I. We lift up and he yells at me for not doing what he is thinking, I throw down whatever I am helping to lift and tell him to do it his damn self. He tells me that I have no sense on how to move things, tries to do it himself and then has to come and apologize to me and promise that it won't happen again so that i will help him. Between moving our old mattress out, moving the new mattress in the garage while we moved the headboard into Oakley's room and then finally getting the new mattress in to our room, this happened about four or five times.

Now, over the past couple of days I have learned that a couple of people are concerned about my relationship and are wondering why I am considering getting married when we fight so much. I think that I should clarify that it's Brian's passion that I love about him. The fact that he gets so irritated and mad and we yell is just part of what I think is great about us. We don't do it in front of Oakley and we always end up crompromising and making up. If we got along all of the time I would get irritated and bored. I have been known to start stupid fights for this very same reason. He is teaching me to be less sensitive and I am teaching him to be less of an asshole. Someday this may even out in which case we will need to find something else to fight about.

Mother's Day Insults

As long as I have been doing clerical work I have never thought of myself as a secretary, although I don't know that we should have gone as far as to change Secretary's Day to Administrative Professional's Day. That makes it sound like a bunch of us had taken time from our typing to bitch about the title, while burning our bras and swapping recipes.

One day that I didn't think could be insulting was this Sunday, Mother's day. Saturday I was going to come in to work (I have been working my ass off to try and re enter hundreds of orders) but everyone who was also going to come in to work... well... didn't. So I decided that I was in need of some retail therapy and headed to the mall. I had just bought a new shirt the night before and it was spaghetti strapped, elastic over the boobs and then flowy (like the ones we all wore in the 80's) I just loved it. I found some perfume and decided to buy it, one because I haven't bought perfume for myself in a long time and two because my boyfriend told me a few days ago that I stunk. I had the lady at Dillards helping me and my total was around $45, she said that there is a free watch for orders over $58, "but since tomorrow is Mother's Day and you are WITH CHILD, I will give it to you anyways". I didn't know what to say so I smiled and took the watch, signed my receipt and went home very butt hurt. I have this stupid watch to show for it and I hate it, I want to slam it against my counters at home.

On Sunday I was with Oakley at the grocery store and everyone kept asking him if he did anything for me for Mother's Day. He's six and didn't know what to say... I'm not his mom! Poor thing, I know that everyone was just trying to be nice, but my hell! I have talked to other girls in the office that ran into the same thing. I don't know of any suggestions to fix all of this, but I sure do feel that I deserve to bitch. I am very proud of making it this far without children, don't wish me a Happy Mother's Day until I am ready to celebrate!

I will write more about the woes of free mattresses.

Jason accused me of "petering off" on my blog entries. I wanted to quote that because I thought it sounded funny and also point out that I have been working 13 hour days to try and save the company's ass and re enter lost data.

Sigh...

The system that we enter all of our orders in has been down for two days now. This should make me appreciate the technology more... but instead we all hate "stupid peachtree". Yesterday we had to write all orders by hand and I had to do all backorders by hand. Then today, once things are up and running, we will be able to go in and completely redo everything we did by hand yesterday. Why wasn't I sick this week instead? ; )

I watched Meet the Fockers last night. Brian and I really enjoyed it especially since we will be getting our families together soon for the wedding. They are beyond opposites also. Brian can't wait to get a bunch of people together that normally wouldn't hang out and just watch what happens. I can't stress about that though, there's plenty more to worry about. He really wants to push for the end of October. We still have to find out what the assessor estimated our house worth at to find out if we will even have the money to throw it all together.

My cat was such a sweet and well behaved kitten. Now she's so naughty all of the time! She is definitely testing boundaries. Last night she was on the kitchen counter looking at us to see if we were going to let her stay or not! The squirt bottle is getting a work out.

Male behavior

Living with two males has taught me a few things:

1. Wrestling and knocking eachother over until one or both are pissed off or crying is a term of endearment. Pretending to punch one in the head or fart on the other means you feel very deeply for that person.

2. NEVER sit down on any toilet seat without checking it first. Either it will be up, or wet, or any other unimaginable prospects.

4. Kittens are not meant to simply pet and look at. They should be placed on your head whenever possible and made to dance hula style.

5. Farting is very, very funny.

6. Cleaning food out of your beard or off of your face is not necessary until the meal is over and then it is usually done with the back of your hand.

7. Sleeping requires at least three pillows. Your mate only needs one.

8. Rocky is great entertainment. All five of them.

9. Putting laundry away means putting the entire load in one place, unfolded and out of sight. Hangers are a waste of time.

I know that I will continue to learn more and more and this is what scares me.

My weekend started off with a mini breakdown after my sister told me I may want to go on the atkins diet before getting married because I have a large ass. Brian didn't disagree right away and this led to absolute hysterics complete with covers over my head and toilet paper everywhere. I guess it didn't help that I had a heating pad in tow for my massive cramps. I can laugh about it now, but lord help anyone that tried to see the humor in it on Friday night.

We went yesterday to get directions from Brian's parents on how to take care of their house and Grandma while they are in Europe for a month.

I have decided that I would like all of my bridesmaids to perform the Nepolian Dynamite dance at my reception.

The detached head

A counselor told me one time that when a child suffers trauma while they are young that they create certain survival skills to get through. Oddly enough, I taught myself to detach from my own body. I honestly do not mentally connect with my body at all. There are times that I don't recognize my own limbs. This is a huge reason for my lack of coordination. I can't catch, dance, or anything of the sort. I need to regain that mind/body connection and that's one of the main reasons that I do Yoga (or attempt to do Yoga). Where most people find it easy to be conscience of their movements I feel that I am a head with parts portruding off of it. One time in a little boutique I was trying to move out of the way for a lady to get through a small doorway. I seemed to keep getting in her way. I couldn't believe it when I finally realized it was a mirror, how does one lose herself so drastically? I am determined to undo this.

I am still working on getting well. Brian is getting very irritated with the fact that he can't seem to shake this cold. He is supposed to run a 10k race tomorrow, but probably won't be able to. He trained for months for this, it's a little disappointing.

I can't wait for the weekend. Hopefully I won't be bed-ridden for this one.

Down with the sickness

It doesn't look good. Everyone that I have talked to have had this for two weeks to a month. Oakley had it first but it's hard to tell with little ones how bad they really feel. I found it odd a few times when he just took a couple of naps out of the blue. He decided to nap at the top of the stairs at his Oma and Opa's house one time so that he could still feel like part of the group and not miss anything. Now that more people are getting this and blaming me I feel horrible. It's amazing how quickly it can spread. If you ever wonder about the eight degrees of separation, just watch where your cold ends up!

So far my best symptom fighters have been decongestants (day time and night time) pineapple juice (for congestion) and honey for my cough. Cough syrup, pain killers, cough drops, antibiotics... none of it has worked otherwise.

Heather said that when she woke up this morning there was magic in the air. I told her that if any of that magic contained immunity to send it my way.

So sick of being sick...

I just want to sit down and throw a tantrum I am so over not feeling well!

I entered in a huge order at work and then realized that the reseller gets special pricing because of the total of this order. We are scrambling to figure out a way to get them that pricing without me having to go in and edit all 150+ line items. And I keep COUGHING!

I took Oakley to school this morning and his mom will pick him up. I just watched him walk across the playground with his backpack for awhile, he is really stealing my heart.

I am finally getting together with Meagan tonight for dinner to catch up. After living with her for months I seem to go through withdrawals when I don't know what she had for breakfast and all other details of her life. Souper Salad... gotta love it.

Monday, Monday....

Days like this usually have the Mamas and the Papas singing in the background of my mind. Somewhat mundane, hard to get back in the swing of things. My cough has gotten worse and keeps me up most of the night, I am better throughout the day and I can't complain about that.

Last night I was walking down the hall and heard what sounded like gurgling bubbles coming from the toilet, I was afraid to lift the lid so I yelled out the garage door for Brian to come quick. We just thought that maybe the toilet was clogged until I happened to notice that both tubs had about an inch and a half of sewage in them. We had Roto Rooter at the house at 9 pm last night snaking our sewer, yes.. it's beginning to sink in that I am a homeowner.

I am very blah...

There's the bell! I'm late for first period!

So, I find out this morning that my ex-boyfriend's new girlfriend (please keep in mind he has been my ex for about a year now) is talking shit about me. Saying that I'm psycho. I feel like I am in high school again and I can't wait to take my cat into her stupid vet office and confront her. She should at least have a conversation with me before she makes those kinds of judgments, I don't hide the fact that I am psycho, Hellooo! I am female! So I am irritated that it happened, irritated that I live in a small enough town that it got back to me through a new waitress that happened to be talking to Brian and mostly irritated that I am irritated! I really shouldn't give a damn.

This morning before I left I found my cat in a box in my closet. It was the cutest thing, all I could see were two green eyes blinking at me. She didn't want to get out, but I keep the bedroom door closed during the day so that she doesn't rip up the bed canopy. She is just a little ball of cute.

Heather's speech was so amazing last night. It didn't bog you down with statistics and horrifying stories, it was rather uplifting and inspiring. I cried. I was so proud when she got off stage and came to sit by me... like, I'm with the awesome girl that is changing the world. I got to see Elaine too and I love catching up with her.

Today's my dad's b-day and I can't forget to call. I wrote it on my hand so I won't (knock on wood)

I was up all night coughing. I honestly don't think that I got more than a couple hours of uninteruppted sleep. I hate this, I am ready to be well again.

Well...

I pussed out and had to go home early yesterday. Once the vomitting started I was through. My jeans are easier to get on today... lol, not that I would want to go through this again to lose weight. I have Aunts that used to wish that they would get in a horrible accident and have to get their jaws wired shut so that they would be skinny. That's the most irritating comment I think I've heard to this day.

My friend Heather is staying with me tonight. She is giving a speech at the women's walk in Prescott and me and her mom are going to go watch her. I'm so excited to see her and spend time with her, and even more excited to show off my gorgeous house. I am in the midst of washing sheets and I need to Lysol the place so that nobody else gets sick. It's Spring time, enough of this crap.

Brian had a few too many last night and was talking about some accent pieces he would like to get, like a coat of arms in our hallway. First of all, I am absolutely petrified of statues and life-size things, especially ones lurking in hallways around corners. Second of all, where would we find such a thing and would it cost us our first born, third... what the #$ck!? A Suit of Arms! He said that it would be a tribute to our familie's heritage... he's adopted and I don't know what the hell my heritage is. Then he said maybe a bald eagle statue and an American Flag... neither of us are patriotic and again... STATUE!

Brian said that this would be a great time to face my fears. I suggested in that case that we get a monkey (he is so scared of monkeys), a midget, and a poodle. He said the monkey would be fine if it played football with him, the poodle would just be gross and he would kick it and he doesn't want a midget running around... I forgot that that's one of my issues too. I think it's funny that he doesn't picture a midget walking, it would only run. I might have to kick it in that case.

Tuesday Flu Blues

On Monday I started to feel pretty shitty. By that night I was so miserable. I stayed home yesterday and all of my joints hurt, even my hair hurt. At about seven last night I broke out into a cold sweat and started to feel better. It just felt so odd to sit there and sweat profusely. This is probably pretty disgusting to anyone reading, so I will shut up. Brian was sick before me and becuase we have been having restless nights we haven't slept in the same bed for a few days. I don't like that at all. Neither does he.

I remember in high school when I was home sick I loved to watch day time TV all day long. This was not the case yesterday, there was literally nothing on. I used to love to watch A Wedding Story. I would almost always cry. Yesterday I thought that the groom was a little feminine and thought that it was great that he could still find love. Well, it was a lesbian couple, which is fine... really I don't have a problem with that. It's just not as cute when the groom bursts into tears when there is the possibility that she could have PMS.

I'm pretty sure that it hasn't completely sunk in yet that I am actually living in this beautiful house. It is so perfect. Maybe once I clean it the first time it will! We are probably going to refinance already because we had to go through a preferred lender of the housing development who jerked us around. Brian has a family friend that can do a much better job and I think we may have already locked in a better rate. If we can already get some of the equity out of the house (it's value went up $15,000 before we even moved in) then Brian wants to plan a quick wedding and be married in September. I am so happy, but the thought of wedding stress on top of new homeowner stress... wow! I might as well run out and get knocked up while I'm at it, not that I would run far.

So, there's a tentative September or October wedding date... mark your calendars! I have to laugh because I know some of you have heard me say this type of thing before! lol.

You know skills, numchuck skills, bowstaff skills

I have my own little Napolean Dynamite at home. Little Oakley never ceases to just crack me up. He even has blue moon boots that he is extremely attached to. I was so excited when there wasn't any snow and I could talk him out of wearing them, but then he informed me that they were his mud boots. Yesterday he was practicing his T-ball skills with his Opa (grandpa) and as they were talking about how great he is doing I happened to glance out the window and see that he was wrapping himself up in the rope/ball... like he was the tether ball pole! I just love that little boy. He makes me laugh so hard.

I got my closet put together finally. It isn't easy trying to share it with someone else. Once I was finished Brian remembered that he had three more boxes of clothes in the garage. Sigh.

Brian's dad is upset with me because I made the comment that I want an engagement ring before I get joint car insurance with Brian. We haven't exactly been the perfect couple with all of the stress of the house and he hasn't talked about the wedding in a long time. I just wanted to make sure that things were going to change and get better before I started to make those decisions (I know, I am living with him... but somehow that's different). Brian understands now and will talk to his dad for me. I hate having people upset with me, but I want to do the engagement thing right this time. I want to have a ring and be planning for a wedding before I sign a Power of Attorney for Brian to make car insurance decisions for me. I guess this all sounds a little odd, somehow it makes sense to me.

Some friends came over this weekend to see the house and hang out. It was fun. I didn't realize that two of the girls didn't like eachother! Oh well, they seemed to make it through ok.

Brian finally has most of his music room set up so that he can start writing and recording again. I am so glad, it is really good for him to have that output for his emotions.

Me and two girls from work are talking in nothing but Nepolian Dynamite (I spell that different/wrong ever time I write it!) quotes lately. It keeps us cracking up. That movie slays me! I guess they have Liger air freshners, bred for their skills in magic.

I am having such a hard time trying to get motivated! I have my change of address form on my desk, I guess there are some things that I will take the plunge and do without being engaged! lol. Brian said that it's just a matter of finances right now, we may refinance the house already and get money out of it. We will probably use that money for a ring/wedding. This makes me very happy.

Yawns and stretches

I can honestly say that I think this has been one of the longest days of my life! This work day seems to have taken the equivilant of three 8 hour shifts. I don't know if it's tax day and suddenly schools have decided that, because they are getting shit for tax dollars, they don't need to buy new software for the ungrateful children in attendance or what.

I am feeling more and more large these days. We have lovely captain's chairs as part of the dining room set that we got for free from Brian's Grandmother. I love that the table is antique and used to seat his family, I do not like, however, that my ass barely fits in them. It's like trying to sit in one of those baby swings at the park. I keep thinking that perhaps this means I will remember not to eat as much. But instead I like to stand and shovel food into my mouth. I will start doing my yoga again, lord knows I need the added flexibility. I have to grab my other leg to try to cross my leg and tying my shoes is becoming a bigger chore with every bite!

I still have an hour in this hell hole. The techno music being played in the background has my body very confused. Perhaps it's the very end of the party where all of my drugs and booze have worn off and I no longer care if I get laid or a phone number. Thank God those days are over. Also, thank God that I was able to live a little. I was engaged to be married like 10 days after my 21st birthday. That would have been beyond disastrous.

My future father in law has found it very necessary to call me like three times today at work with nothing much to say other than he would like to hang out with Oakley this weekend and bought him a baseball mit at a garage sale for $3. While I find this all very fascinating, it is also a little perplexing as I have never had a future father in law or instant son for him to buy a baseball mit for at said garage sale.

The joys of my instant family are immense. However, I worry all of the damn time. I don't have the luxury of raising an infant into a six year old, suddenly I have a six year old. He had a bump on his arm and I was convinced that it was a spider bite that may kill him in his sleep. This meant checking on him excessivly. I also linger outside the bathroom door while he bathes, if babies can drown in those plastic buckets, my new kindergartner can most certainly drown in the tub. Thank God he enjoys making animal noises and singing so I don't have to open the door to check on him.

Brian plays the guitar while he shits. I like to lay outside the door and listen to the music.

Comfy Green Micro Fiber

I am very thankful that I bought such a comfortable new couch. I didn't realize that I would be butt-hurt and sleeping on it already. Brian doesn't even know why, the coffee thing wasn't as cute this morning.

Why in the hell is it that Mexican and Christian stations come in the best? Do they have some sort of "in" with the radio waves? It drives me crazy. This morning I even found a Spanish Hip-Hop station. Just another sign that I might live in Arizona.

I watched Spanglish last night and really enjoyed it. Adam Sandler is starting to creep me out though. Some of his characters seem that they could snap at any moment, and it's not as funny as it used to be. The actress in there was very beautiful, I was even staring at her. Maybe she knows why her music comes over so well on my damn radio.

The scent of hazelnut in the morning

I woke up to find that Brian had made me coffee before he went to work this morning. He had written a cute note (per the fight we had last night and the fact that I cried... not cute crying, the kind with the hyperventalating and snot, mascara, and saliva on my face crying) He had laid out the creamer and sugar and a spoon. It's all about presentation, the joys of dating a chef! I just love the shit out of him. We get Oakley a day early tonight, I love it when he's around. The new kitten is dying for attention so they can maul eachother and all will be well.

I made sure to put on deoderant this morning. Yesterday I was frantically looking for money to put gas in my car and completely forgot to put anything on that smelt remotely good. I was running on fumes... and putting off fumes!

We have a pot luck today for one of the employees that is leaving. She's been here for 11 years!~ This means that the food will be on the table directly in front of me and I will probably eat entirely too much throughout the day. What a great way to celebrate the moving on of a co-worker! She will be missed though.

virgin blogger

So, it's my first time... go easy on me. One of my favorite people in the world has a blog that simply cracks me up all of the time. It also alleviates him emailing me all of the great information and the stress that follows where I think I need to be bright enough to respond. So Jason baby... you're the reason for my blog cherry popping.

I have decided that my diet is probably one of the worst in the nation. I had chex mix for breakfast, a pickle for lunch and grabbed a package of microwave popcorn (lite of course!) to snack on this afternoon.

I just moved in to a brand new beautiful house with my boyfriend of eight months. You would think that I would want to wait until we were together longer or even engaged to take such a leap of faith, but we have decided to do things completely backwards. I find that I am so excited to go home and vacuum or do laundry. I understand now why people become such homebodies. The part that has me a little perplexed is the things that I suddenly have to take into consideration. Trash day? Sprinklers? Landscaping? and window dressings... that should just come with the house. It's like when I moved out of the house for the first time and realized that toilet paper doesn't just appear under the sink. You have to BUY it!

I am being extremely irresponsible and doing this at work, so I will write more later. . .