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You may see things differently, but this is how I view my life.



I HAD to be at work ON TIME today. It was pretty much imperative that I arrived no later than 8:30 this morning, so that I can keep my job. As I’ve said before, I’m habitually late to work. At least by 10 to 15 minutes every day for the past 2 years. If I show up on time or even 5 minutes late, everybody in the office makes a big deal about it and accuse me of being on drugs or something.

Before I left work yesterday, my boss calls me in her office and explains how important it is that I show up on time today. She stresses how our GM put his neck on the line for us so we can keep our jobs, and we HAVE to make a good impression by being here ON TIME! I told her that I’ve already made a mental note in my head to be here at 8:30, and not to worry, I’ll be here. Then I get back to my desk and Bobbie (she’s the lady that sits next to me) stresses how important it is to be here on time tomorrow. Then she reassured me that it’s not only me, because she can’t leave 10 minutes early either.

This morning, I woke up early, did my usual morning routine, put on my best suit, and got in my car at 8:05. I really wanted to leave my 7:45 so I could stop at Starbucks for a Mocha, but as usual, I did something that took more time that I was expecting. I had 25 minutes to get to work. With the way I drive, I should have been at work 5 minutes early! But NOOOOOO fucking people can’t drive and they cause traffic jams because they are going to slow.

The freeway I take to work is 3 lanes all the way into Redlands. It starts backing up about 3 miles BEFORE it becomes 5 lanes. I don’t get it!! Just step on the accelerator people. Once you’re in the 5 lane part, you’re out of the way and the faster the traffic will flow! It just pisses me off because there really is no reason for the hold up, unless of course, there is an accident. But most days there isn’t an accident. I swear I should start a class called “The Way April Wants You To Drive 101”. They can spend a week in the car, during heavy traffic, with me. They will learn how to maneuver through the cars, safely and effectively to get from point A to point B.

So after cussing out everyone on the 10 freeway this morning, stressing hard that I was going to be late despite my efforts and swiftly maneuvering though traffic after finally making it to the 5 lanes and going 90 mph, I made it to work with 2 minutes to spare (according to the clock on my phone which is 5 minutes slow). Only to find out that the corporate people will not be arriving until TOMORROW!



I won’t be blogging or doing much on the Internet, for that matter, for the next week or so. Tomorrow the new company that has taken over the mall I work for, will be here giving us a load of paperwork to fill out. I’ll also get to find out about the new company and the benefits (which I hope are better than the benefits I currently have). I am so looking forward to working for a different company. I’m hoping there will be opportunities for advancement, since they are based out of Southern California. I am also hoping to learn more about my industry and actually have some work to do.

I’ve found out a few things that will be changing that I am excited about is that they don’t contract out their Customer Service. Usually their marketing department is in charge of hiring and firing their Customer Service people. Which means that I’ll be mostly in charge of it. I’ll have subordinates! I’ll enjoy hiring, but I’ll enjoy firing even more! Just kidding. But I know that I will have a huge say in what goes on and get some management skills in the process.

Needless to say, a change in my job is much needed and completely welcomed. Right now I can only speculate what is going to happen. So if you don’t hear from me for a while, just know that Friday night, I’ll be partying for my best friends Birthday, Saturday, we have another birthday party to go to for Jerry’s nephew, and I know we have more things planned but I just can’t think of them at the moment. So have a great rest of the week, and an even better weekend! Caio!



I’m to lazy today, and yesterday, to write about details. But that’s probably a good thing, because sometimes I tend to give out too many. So here’s my weekend, in bullet points…enjoy…

· Helped Rosa move (again), only this time, it’s more permanent.
· Took my son to a birthday party that he was beyond excited to go to.
· Drove around with Jerry, looking for a place to live.
· Picked up my son from party right when it started to rain. I saved his little butt from drowning in the Spiderman Jumper.
· Drove to Anaheim to see the Monster Trucks!

· Took our bikes out for their first ride since we got them for Christmas.
· Wanted to go back after riding the first block up hill. I swear I was going to die! I know I’m so pathetic.
· Convinced Jerry that he’s perfectly capable of going to the grocery store without me.
· While Jerry was shopping for food, I spent that time dolling myself up for our anniversary dinner.
· Dropped the kids off at my sisters so Jerry and I could have our anniversary dinner by ourselves. Yes, on January 25, we have been together for exactly one year.

I’m sure there is a detail or two that was un-needed, but screw it, I did my best. Now with that said, there is a TON of stuff going on at work. For one, the mall that I work for has been sold. Two, I may, or may not be working for the new management company who is part owner of the mall. I have been here 3 years and this will be the third management company that I’m going to work for. I know there is some email that’s circulated about “You know you live in 2003 when….” and one of the things on the list is…. “you’ve been at the same job and have worked for 3 different companies” or something like that. It’s possible that they won’t keep me on. And I wouldn’t blame them if they let me go. Seriously, I’m completely bored with my job, and my work performance has slacked. I get my stuff done, but I do what I have to. Which is why I’m looking for something else. Something I can get excited over. I need to be challenged and taught new things. Neither of those things is happening anymore. I figured I’d wait and see what’s up with this new company, and if nothing changes, then I’m gone!



Today is my Third Anniversary here at work. I have been at this job longer than anyother job I've ever had in my life. Not that I haven't looked for another job. Well, not real actively, but I'm happy here, I'm comfortable and I know if I stick it out for another year, I could take a test to get my CMD (Certified Marketing Director) license.

I am totally obsessed with American Idol. I absolutely LOVE the bad singing and how people actually totally and completely believe that they have what it takes to be the next American Idol. It amazes me. I'm not a very good singer. I love the Karaoke Bars and I love singing. I can actually sing a few songs pretty well and get applause. But I certainly would NOT try out for American Idol. Not in a hundred million years. Get a clue people! But thanks for the great entertaiment.


This past weekend Jerry and I went to Ensanada. Jerry’s sister and her boyfriend invited us to join them for the weekend and stay the night on their boat. This was my first time EVER into Mexico. I’ve heard stories about the conditions there, but you never really know until you experience it yourself. As soon as you cross the border, it’s like entering into another world. People who appear homeless were walking along the side of the highway with plastic bags. I don’t know what was in the plastic bags but I assume that they may be looking for anything worth money. I don’t know. It’s not like I stopped to ask or anything.

Also, trash is just everywhere! It’s like the entire country is littered. I have no idea if they even have a designated landfill area, because if they do, they certainly don’t use it. The deeper we drove into Mexico, the more unbelievable things I saw. The worst of if was closer to Tijuana. They obviously have no building codes. People were actually living in homes made of plywood and tarps. Who knows what kind of floor they have. There would be a beautiful home and right next to it would be literally a shack! There was also a ton of un-finished construction everywhere! I’m talking unfinished hotels, commercial buildings, homes, etc. The roads were like driving on a roller coaster.

The most depressing thing I witnessed were the children literally begging in the streets. Mothers holding their babies and their small children gathered around them all dirty holding out cups for all the passersby. It broke my heart. But like everything, the more you see the more desensitized you become to it. When I saw the first family sitting on the street, begging for money, It quickly ruined my mood, I became sad and depressed and felt sorry for these poor children. It took a while for me to snap out of it. I think it was after EVERONE was begging for money or business, that I became desensitized. But I still felt badly for the children regardless. The most appalling thing was on the way home and the families in the middle of the road begging. It was like a 10 lane highway and these women had their kids in-between the rows begging. That really pissed me off. I didn’t take pictures of these things because they were depressing to me. Instead, I took happy pictures!

We arrived in Ensanada at 10:30 am on Saturday morning. It took us 3 hours to get there. Shortly after our arrival, we took the boat to an island right of the Ensanada coast. We anchored the boat and dropped the kayak into the water. Since there was 4 of us, and it was only a 2 man kayak, we had to take turns coming and going to the island. First Craig and June went. Craig dropped off June and came back for Jerry. Then Jerry dropped off Craig and came back for me. We had to row through a canal in the rocks. It was a lot of fun.

When we got to land, there were about 10 kayaks already on the beach. We hiked to the top and found there were people camping on the island. The trail we took went right through their campsite. We brought some M80’s with us (M80’s are very very large firecrackers) and lit one off. As soon as it exploded, all the Seagulls went crazy! It was hysterical. We waited for them to calm down, then decided to light another one off. The birds went bizzerk again. We decided to get out of there before the campers ganged up on us and decided to have us for dinner and before we got shit on. All of us had a few close calls. I wouldn’t of been happy if I had a splash from above on my head. That would suck.

We took turns kayaking back to the boat, and when we were all aboard, we went back to the dock and made some drinks then went into town. (This is where all the begging children come in). Since my tennis shoes got wet, all I had to wear was a pair of high-heeled boots. And these boots weren’t made for walking! We did a little shopping and bought a bottle of Kalahua for $8 and tequila for $13! We also got a bag of M80’s for $5 and a few other things.

After we finished our shopping excursion, we went back to the boat for a Filet Mignon dinner, a few drinks and some shots of Tequila. When we finally caught a good buzz, we had another drink while we got ready to go out clubbin! Craig and June like to go to the strip clubs in Mexico because they say they are hilarious. Well, they weren’t lying! This was my first strip club experience, and let’s just say, I wasn’t impressed. Almost made me want to get up there and show them how it’s done! Hell, I’ve seen strippers on TV and I know what to do! I was impressed however with the price of drinks. We bought a round of tequila and beer for $8! I’m talkin’ 4 shots of tequila and 4 beers for $8! Hell, in any club in California, 1 shot of tequila would cost you $8.

We had a couple of rounds and I think all of us were pretty plastered by then. That’s about when the drama started. Jerry said something to me that hurt my feelings and I started crying. June was pissed at Jerry for being a jerk, Jerry and I got into a fight and went back to the boat. It was a stupid fight, and I completely over reacted to the stupid remark Jerry said (which I would of blown off if I were sober). After sleeping off the countless tequila shots, and all the other drinks mixed with the tequila, we made up. I had a really bad hangover and couldn’t eat anything all day without thinking I would barf. We left Ensanada around 4 on Sunday and made it home after 8 pm.

This weekend was an experience that I've been looking forward to for a long time. Seeing the poverty and squaller that these people live in makes you appreciate the things you have and this great country we live in.


See yesterday’s post before you read this!

Because I was so appalled that Fuck Head basically keeps getting away with murder, I decided to write a letter to the Chief Of Police. This is what I sent:



Dear Chief of Police,

There is a situation that occurred today that is absolutely stunning to me and completely unbelievable that I would like to bring to your attention. Today, January 15, 2004, my ex husband got pulled over. His name is Joel Edward Craig born on September 30, 1970. Now, I’m sure it’s not unusual for someone to get pulled over, because it happens many times, everyday. But I would think that it is unusual for someone who doesn’t have a valid California drivers license, car insurance and has 3 DUI’s that haven’t been taken care of on his record, to bet let go with a mere ticket for not having his seat belt on! Needless to say, I have been waiting for the day that he got pulled over and sent to jail, because he deserves it!

I’m sure I look like a vindictive ex wife trying to get revenge on her ex husband. That is not the case at all. I have been more than fair to him during our entire divorce. But do feel as though like everyone else, he does need to pay his debt to society. I would hope that you would look into this matter and that incompetence of the police officer that pulled him over.

Thank you for your time.



I sent this letter right before I left work last night. On my way home I couldn’t handle it, so I called the Police Department and told the dispatcher that I would like to file a complaint and would like to talk to somebody. I told her the story and she got me into contact with the officer that pulled Fuck Head over. How much more perfect could that be?

He gets on the phone and I explain who I am then I told him about Fuck Head’s history of DUI’s, suspended drivers license, failure to appears, etc. And I also tell him about how appalled I was that he just let him go and how he has warrants because he doesn’t show up for court!

The officer explained that he arrested Fuck Head but didn’t have enough to take him to jail on and gave him a court date. That’s all the info I got before my phone died. Of course my phone had to die just as I was getting to the good part.

I got a phone call from the Chief of Police today, as his response to my email from last night. He wanted to know how I was so positive that Fuck Head’s license was suspended and about everything else. He explained that they didn’t impound the car because it wasn’t registered in his name. (I’m guessing that he still has it registered under his girlfriend’s name). He also told me that they did ticket him for his warrants as well and that he’s been given a court date.

I explained that it’s more likely than not that Fuck Head will not be appearing in court and that it seems as though nothing happens to him as long as he doesn’t appear. So what if he gets more failure to appears and more warrants if they aren’t doing anything about it other than just giving him more tickets and court dates. It’s not like they are taking him to jail or anything. That’s they only thing that will wake Fuck Head up!

I found out what I needed to know and they said that if he doesn’t show up for court, that they will more than likely pick him up for it.

The lesson learned here today: In California, you can drink and drive as many times as you want. Just don’t show up for court and you’ll get away with it.



For as long as I've known FUCK HEAD, he has NEVER had a drivers license due to all the DUI's he's accumulated since the age of 18. 5 total. In April of 2000, he got 2 DUI's that month! He has NEVER taken care of any of them, nor has he EVER paid any of the fines, gone to Booze School (DUI School), which is required for anyone who get's a DUI. And with 3 on his record (2 were over 7 years ago and after getting the last 2 there was one prior) that should be jail time. And I'm not talkin' house arrest.

I've been waiting for the day that FUCK HEAD gets pulled over. He doesn't have a drivers license. He doesn't have car insurance. I'm not even sure if his car is registered in his name.

Today FUCK HEAD got pulled over. The day I've been waiting for. Well, almost. I figured that they would see that he's not handing them a Driver's License but an ID card. I thought they would run his record and find that he has warrants, a suspended drivers license, and no car insurance. Turns out that the IDIOT must not of done his job and let him go with only a mere Not Wearing A Seatbelt ticket!

I'm stunned! Absolutely stunned.


I’ve lived in California all my life. When I was 15 (which is approximately 14 years ago) my parents bought a brand new home for $130,000. They went from a $280 mortgage to a mortgage of over $1,100. This was scary and exciting to them. Being that I was a teenager and never worried about my parent’s financial status, I was like “whatever”. They however, thought they were totally stretching themselves with this new huge mortgage payment.

They have a nice 2-story house that is a little over 2,200 square feet. In the 14 years that they have lived there, their value on their home has more than doubled. Most of the increase has been in the past few years. It’s gone up over $50,000 in two years! That’s exactly what’s happening all over Southern California.

Another example: My boss bought a brand new home in November of 2002. Within a year, her home increased in value over $100,000!

It’s very discouraging for Jerry and I when we go look at a home or a piece of land. We’re going to be really stretching ourselves to the max when we find something we want to buy. Sure we could buy a nice, new track home with no yard for $220,000 and have our neighbors all up in our business and sell all of our toys because we won’t have any room to store them. OR we could go buy a quarter of a million dollar fixer-upper on a half an acre and not have any money left to fix the place up, since we’ll be strapped with the huge mortgage payment. Seriously, you’re LUCKY to find anything decent for a family to live in for less than $200,000 here.

We’ve been looking at property in the area, and have found a few pieces of land that would be awesome! But those pieces of land are going for $250,000. And that’s without a home on it! We’d have to buy a double-wide mobile home and pay for a septic tank, water, electricity, gas, etc. Besides that, we’d have to pay for the foundation and for someone to truck the thing up to the property! Now we’re talking about another 50 grand easy!

Jerry has about 50 to 60 in equity that we’re going to use but that just isn’t enough. Now I know what my parents went thorough when they were in the market to buy. Jerry and I are talking about more than doubling our current mortgage payment and it scares the shit out of us. But the thought owning acres of land and maybe one day building our dream home, totally excites us. We just have to ask ourselves if it’s worth the sacrifice.

Once a year I get a 4% cost of living increase at my job, plus a small bonus that the government taxes 45% of. To me 4% isn’t a cost of living increase, when housing is increasing more than 50% per year in this state. We’ve considered even moving out of state, but for what Jerry does, he wouldn’t make nearly what he’s making now in another state. It’s a catch 22. Housing in California (especially Southern California) is just out of control and I don't even live in Orange County!



For years, Jerry has been looking in a certain neighborhood in our area for a house to go up for sale. We realize that most of the houses in this neighborhood are WAY our of our price range. But there is a couple that we thought could possibly be in our grasp because they just look abandoned.

About 6 months ago, Jerry drove me by these 2 houses in our town. They both need a lot of work and they are right next door to each other. Neither one of them look lived in. They have busted out windows, the yard is overgrown, the doors are broken, and on one house the electrical box looks tampered with. There are even a few abandoned cars parked outside with busted out windows.

Several weeks ago, Jerry had got off work early and decided to drive around to look for a new house for us. He drove by these houses and decided to see if anyone lived there and ask if maybe they wanted to sell. He knocked on the door of one of the houses and noticed that the door was cracked open. After he knocked, he called in the house to see if anyone was there. He could smell an awful odor immersing from the front door so he looked in the house and saw piles and piles of trash laying all over the floor in the house. He walked in still calling out, with no response. Jerry called me while he was walking in the house and told me where he was and described the conditions. Not only was there trash piled a few feet high, there was moldy food laid out all over the kitchen, feces smeared on the floor along with old people diapers piled in the corner of the bathroom. The house is totally unlivable. Jerry kept commenting on how bad the smell was and how it was making him gag.

Jerry gave me the address and I did a search on the Internet to see if I could find out anything about the property. I found the owner’s name and some details about the house. It’s a 3 bedroom 3 bath over 2,300 square feet on 4.6 acres. This would be a very nice home if someone were to take care of it.

We decided to call the Sheriff’s Department to do a welfare check to see if the guy was dead in there. Jerry also said that there was a dog tied up in the back and was skin and bones. We told the Sheriff’s Dept. about the dog as well so they could get animal control out to the house and get the dog. Jerry left and went home then drove by about an hour later and the Sheriff’s were at the house. We never found out the results from the Sheriff’s visit, but we were definitely concerned if someone were living there.

Yesterday we were coming home from visiting my parents, and I suggested to Jerry that we drive by that house. We were driving up the street and I noticed that there was “For Sale By Owner” signs posted on the house next door (which is the other house that looks abandoned). I couldn’t believe it! We also noticed that there were people at the house Jerry had walked though. We called the number on the sign and left a message. Jerry decided that we should walk around the property and check it out. There were no window coverings so we could see inside very well. It definitely looked abandoned. There was furniture, but it looked VERY old and not positioned in a way that someone could actually use the furniture. Other rooms were empty. The front door was busted; the glass next to the front door was shattered. Many windows were broken; the French doors for the master bedroom were also busted. It had looked like someone had kicked them in.

As we were walking around, we came upon a note that said, “I’m next door”. Then we noticed a telephone cord that went from that house to the other house next door (the one that Jerry had walked through weeks earlier.) We followed the cord next door and approached the people that were standing in front of the house. They were a nice looking older couple in thier 50’s and an elderly man in a wheelchair who smelled horrible. His front door was open and I could see inside. There was trash pouring out of the house as well as the worst odor I’ve ever smelled in my entire life.

This poor old man was wearing a very dirty sweater that looked and smelled as if it had been pissed on over and over by a cat. He was wearing shorts and his legs looked very bony, and his knees were swollen. He was talking with the couple and was telling them how difficult it is for him to cook because he can barely stand for more than a few minutes at a time. It turned out that this old man was the owner of both homes. We let him know that we were interested in the house next door. He said that he had someone on their way to show the house to the other couple and that we were more than welcome to look too.

Shortly after, the man showed up and let us in. It smelled as if something were dead in this house too. And you could see an outline of where an animal (I’m guessing a cat) had laid on the carpet dead for probably weeks (I’m guessing), because there was an outline of the body and fur on the carpet still. This house had been trashed by renters, and I’m guessing that he’s stating to move over since it’s not filled with trash like the other house.

We walked through the rest of the house and it was AWESOME! Well, in our minds, it could be awesome. It’s a 4 bedroom, 2 ¼ bath, over 3,100 square feet on more than 4 acres. This house needs a ton of TLC. We finally asked how much he was asking for it, and said that he wanted $560,000 for it. Obviously that’s WAY WAY WAY out of our price range so we thanked him for letting us see the place and started to leave. This poor old man must be starved for company because he started insisting that we could afford it, only knowing what Jerry does for a living and nothing about our monthly expenses. We chatted with old man for a while and he had said that he would like to have someone take care of him and let them stay in the house rent-free and he would take care of food, utilities, etc. We kind of blew him off, said thank you again and left.

We spent the rest of the day looking for something more in our price range. We found a vacant lot of 4.36 acres in the foothills with the most bitchen’ view. You can see for miles and miles on a clear night. We’re not 100% sure if this is the land that is for sale, but if it is, we are so on it. We won’t be able to afford to build a house on it right away, but we will put a doublewide mobile home on it until we can afford to build.

Jerry and I couldn’t sleep very well, because our brains were thinking about everything. Well, I take that back, I was sleeping fine until he woke me up at 1:30 am to talk about the land the old man and about his court date on Thursday. Honestly, it was one of the best talks we’ve ever had. We are both pretty excited about the land. We were up all night brainstorming about what we would have to do if we bought a vacant piece of land and the cost involved with developing it or even the possibility of me taking care of the old man full time in exchange for him giving us his house when he died. Which I’ve been thinking long and hard about, plus we’d still half to talk to the old man about it, of course. And we’d have to spend hours finding out his story and why no one is taking care of him when he has all that money. I imagine he’s pretty hard to handle.

We both got only a few hours of sleep last night and considering I’m totally sleep deprived, I’m feeling pretty energetic. It’s probably the adrenalin from thinking about what we may be doing and or building this year.



I was a complete wreck yesterday. The day just started out bad because of my habit of being late for EVERYTHING. And the thing that sucks is that my New Years Resolution is not be late to appointments or to work. Well, so far I’m 0 for 9! Damn I’m bad. So anyways, my daughter is in desperate need of some major dental work. She was afraid of my last dentist and wouldn’t let him do anything more than a cleaning. Then he wanted to put her to sleep to work on her, and the insurance wouldn’t pay for it. It would of cost me $600 just to put her out. I just don’t have that kind of money laying around. Hell, I live paycheck to paycheck. If I have $50 left over by the time I get paid again, I’m happy!

So yesterday was her first appointment with a new dentist. We arrived 15 minutes late and they wouldn’t take her in. I was so upset with myself, everything else in my life that is going wrong all came to surface. I managed to hold it together long enough to get her to school. But on my way to work, I completely lost it.

On the 15th Jerry is going to court for the last “incident” we had. I’m completely stressed over the fact that he may do time for it. He never hit me, but I looked pretty damn bad after the last fight. If he goes to jail, I don’t know what I’m going to do. I feel totally guilty for pressing charges against him, because I know what could happen to him, and it looks like it may happen. Things between us aren’t perfect, but they are a lot better. We’re still going to the counselor and he’s about to finish his anger management classes the end of this month. I know it’s not completely my fault for what happened, but maybe I did over react to the situation. My dad thought I did. Now, we’re going to have to pay the consequences and that fucking sucks. The only way to protect him is to incriminate myself and say that I lied because I was mad at him and I don’t know if I can do that.

On a lighter note (but not much lighter), I did make some use of the time I took off work yesterday. (Oh yah, I never did make it to work yesterday, since I was a hysterical mess). I found out where Fuck Head (my ex hubby) worked and looked the company up on the Internet so I could get an address and phone number to give to the Child Support Services. Jerry and I didn’t know if they are paying him under the table or if they have him on payroll, so I decided to play detective. I called the company and said that he applied for credit and I needed to do an employment verification on him. She was nice enough to tell me the day he started working there, and how much he makes. I couldn’t believe how little he makes, because if he were to be in the Union still, he would be making twice as much as he’s making doing the exact same thing. Just goes to show what an idiot he is. Anyhoo, I took the newly found info to Child Support Services and they will be garnishing his wages soon. He’s only given me one payment, and he’s almost 30 days late with the December payment.

I’m feeling better today. I got over my “Whoa is me” and made it to work. My best friend from Vegas is in town and I’m hoping that I get to see her before she goes home. Her mom isn’t doing very well, and she came to talk to her mom’s doctors to see what they can do to help her or to change her meds. (She’s mentally unstable at the moment).

Hope all is well with you all, and thanks for still coming by my blog to check on me once in a while. I know I haven’t been updating like I used to, but I guess I just got lazy.



Ok I’ve been really lazy about blogging through the Holidays. But now they are over, and things are back to “normal”. I’ll catch you up a little from the past few weeks:
Christmas was great. Jerry, the kids and I went to my parents house on Christmas Eve. I got ALMOST everything I wanted. A digital camera, leather jacket, new boots, earrings, and a bunch of other goodies. The only thing I didn’t get that I toally wanted was my Tiffany’s Sterling Silver Heart Tag Charm Bracelet. I figured that I still have our Anniversary, Valentine's Day and my Birthday for that, so I wasn't too disappointed.

Christmas day, the kids opened their Santa presents and went to their Dad’s later in the day. So Jerry and I spent the rest of our Christmas Day sleeping, making lot’s of good lovin’ and watching movies. It was great!

New Year’s Eve, I worked until about 1 and came home and tried to nap. Jerry worked normal hours, so when he got off work, he had a few things to do and needed my help, which interrupted my much needed nap. Needless to say, I was VERY GRUMPY for most of the evening. We had plans to do a few things that fell through, so we just went to our neighbor’s house and stayed until about 1 am and went home.


I took the day after New Year’s off. Jerry and I had a few things to do around the house, but we got them done fairly early. Around 2 pm Jerry says to me “What do you think about going to Utah to see my dad this weekend”. (Jerry hasn’t seen in dad in over a year, and hasn’t been to Utah in about 10 years) I replied “Let’s go”! We made a few calls, and were on the road by 4!

We live in Southern California. Jerry’s dad lives in Provo, Utah. 10 hours away! We were hoping that we could just get to Hurricane, Utah (where a lot of Jerry’s family lives) and see Jerry’s Grandma. We were hoping that his dad would be able to meet us there since he’s another 4 hours past Hurricane. Well, Jerry’s Dad’s car is in the shop and has no other way to get anywhere, so that didn’t work out.

We arrived in Hurricane at 11 pm (Utah time) and stayed with Jerry’s Aunt and Uncle. We get up in the morning and 7 other relatives come over to have Breakfast with us. After Breakfast, Jerry’s other Aunt and Uncle took us to see Jerry’s grandmother who is in a rest home. He hasn’t seen her in over 10 years and she didn’t even recognize him. But after she figured out who he was, she was thrilled to see him. We visited for about an hour, then got on the road to Provo.

There was a storm that came in while we were on the road. I’m talking snow for hours and hours. I’m a So. Cal. Girl, I see snow once a year and it doesn’t stick for more than a few hours, so this was really something for me. I got to see people sliding off the road, sliding into big rigs, and the thing I couldn’t believe, people stopped in the middle of the highway just to put on snow chains! I had a lot of fun with my new digital camera!

We got to Provo around 4 pm and picked up Jerry’s dad from work. We got a hotel room, then went to dinner at some more relatives house. What a surprise dinner turned out to be. I was expecting good old fashioned Chili, and I didn’t realize how old fashioned it was going to be. The Chili wasn’t made with any meat that you would find in your local grocery store. Oh no! It was made with Elk Meat. I found this out after helping myself to 2 nice big heaping spoonfuls of the stuff. I hadn’t taken a bite before I found out what it was and was completely grossed out. I should of known better when their Game room is actually a “GAME” room. Full of animal heads that he’s murdered in the past. Buffalo, Moose, Elk, some kind of pig that isn’t actually a pig, and a few others.

Needless to say, I wasn’t happy and actually thought about becoming a vegetarian suddenly. I was polite and ate half of it. I filled up on bread and cottage cheese with peaches and tried to eat as little of the elk chili as possible without seeming rude. But it was hard for them not to know how I felt about it when Jerry asks me, out loud, “How do you like it”?! I wanted to kick him as hard as I could under the table. But everyone was looking at me, so I replied, “It’s ok” with tears in my eyes and trying to hold back the puking sensation that I was feeling. He knew I was freaking out about it and thought it was funny. I tried to express to them as politely as possible that I don’t eat “Game” animals. They seemed understanding and apologetic.

We finally got out of there and went to another one of Jerry’s relative. The coolest guy of the bunch and the only Non-Mormon of them all. We walked in and he started cussing and offered us ALCOHOL! I totally loved this guy! I swear I wanted to drink more because it was Taboo. So Greg made me a “Cherry Cheesecake”. It was delicious! We hung out with him until we were exhausted and wanted to go have our own party in our hotel room, so we got out of there, dumped Jerry’s dad off at his apartment and got busy in our room until we dropped with exhaustion.

Yesterday, we woke up so late! We wanted to have been on the road by the time we got up so we hauled some major ass to get ready. I jumped in the shower and Jerry called his dad and Greg (who we were supposed to meet for breakfast) to let them know that we were running WAY late and didn’t have time to go out for breakfast. Jerry was getting dressed as I was getting out of the shower. He didn’t have a shirt on, and was pulling up his jeans, I just had a towel on, as the front door of our room swung wide open. It was the cleaning lady! She didn’t knock or anything, just walked on in. We stayed in an older hotel, so it didn’t have the electronic key, an inside lock, a do not disturb sign or anything! I was sooooooooo pissed! I couldn’t believe that she would just walk in like that without knocking. I called the front desk immediately and completely bitched them out. I still should have them give us a credit on our credit card for that. I just couldn’t believe it.

We said good bye to Jerry’s dad and got on the road back home around 11 am. The trip home was beautiful. Everything was dusted with snow as far as you could see. It was a bright sunny day and the roads had cleared up which helped with the driving conditions. We made it to Vegas by 3pm yesterday and decided to go to Freemont Street (which is the old part of L.V.). I’ve never been to Freemont Street before and it was actually pretty cool. The have an overhead light show that they do at night. (Which we didn’t get to see). Fear Factor actually did a stunt on Freemont Street during their Las Vegas episode.

After Freemont St. we went over to the Stratosphere to go on their rides and to see the view from on top of the tower. The view was spectacular! The rides were ok. The roller coaster completely sucked. They have another ride that shoots you up that was really good, and another one that makes you feel like you’re going to fall off the building. That one would have been a ton better if we had front seats.

We left Vegas around 8:30 and headed home. I’m so glad we stopped, because if we would have just went on through, we would have been stuck in traffic for hours. Traffic was heavy coming home from Vegas, but wasn’t bad. We made it home by 11 and I was exhausted!


Last night I was dreaming that there was an old couple in my room with me and Jerry. The old man wanted my help with something, but I wasn’t comfortable with him being there because I was naked under the covers. Well, the old man started to attack me and I started to freak out. I could actually feel him grabbing me and trying to cop a feel! I grabbed the blankets and tried to wrap them around me and jump off my bed. I could hear Jerry laughing, but I was dreaming that he was trying to be nice to the old man, thought it was funny, but was trying to get him off me at the same time.

In REALITY, Jerry was trying to get me to calm down and WAS touching me, trying to hold me and tell me it’s ok and to calm down. But I was incorporating him touching me into my dream as the old man touching me and grabbing me, which freaked me out even more. When I finally woke up and realized it was a dream, not only did I feel stupid, I was still scared and freaked out by the dream and burst into tears.

Usually when I have night terrors, I don’t get touched in any way. So the touching, and me actually feeling the touching made it more realistic and I was in such a deep sleep, it was hard for me to come out of it. Poor Jerry has to put up with me scarring the living shit out of him in the middle of the night.