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



I'm so excited today is the end of week one and I just have one more week until I'm done with this place. Don't get me wrong. The guys here are great, but putting together reports over and over again gets very redundant. And the massive amounts of filing that I procrastinate, keeps building up. I'll feel guilty if I leave it all, so I'll try my best to get a majority of it done. However, I HATE HATE HATE filing. Unfortunately, it's a tedious task associated with most office jobs.

I was woken up by my son last night around 3:30 am. He had a bloody nose. He gets them every-so-often for no reason, and in the middle of the night or sometimes, in the middle of the day. After I got him taken care of, neither David or I could fall back asleep. Would of been a great time to have a quickie, but both of us concentrated on trying to fall asleep, instead our minds were racing with thoughts of work. Him with his present job, and me, thinking about the new clothes I want to buy.

We won't have the kids this weekend, so I'm hoping to get EB72 to come over and have dinner and drinks. Hopefully she'll accept my offer.

Have a fab weekend!


What Would You Do

Tell me what would you have done in this situation? This is something that really happened to me yesterday:

I dropped my daughter off at school and was on my way home. I was stopped in the left hand turning lane when the arrow turned green. It was approximately 7:15 am and I was turning east, into the sun. I was temporarially blinded, then all of a sudden, I see this lady walking in the intersection, and I'm about to hit her. Luckily I wasn't driving fast, in fact I was driving pretty slow, and I hit my brakes. As I hit my breaks, she hit the passenger side of the front of my car then fell. I put the car in park, run out and yell "Are you ok?".

At this time, I'm in shock and feeling as though I'm dreaming, and this is not really happening. Now what happens next is very bizarre....

The old lady then gets up, and opens the passenger side door of my car, gets into my car, sits down, then tells me she's ok and then has the gall to ask me for money! I'm still in shock from what just happened, because here I'm thinking I just ran over someone with my car and I'm about to go to jail and this lady is asking me for money!!!!! WHAT!?!? Is this the Twilight Zone?

I don't remember if I said anything to her or if I was contimplating giving her the twenty bucks I have in my wallet, but the lady then proceeds to run away through the middle of the intersection!

Sorry folks, I can't make this shit up if I tried.

There was a man sitting in the left hand turn lane facing the oposite direction, who had just seen what happened. He was kind enough to roll down his window and tell me that she shouldn't have been walking there anyways. I then said "I couldn't see her"!

Then I thought, afterwards, it doesn't matter if she should or shouldn't have been in the intersection, the fact is she's a pedistrain and that doesn't give me the right to run her ass over.

Since the lady is now gone, and I'm holding up traffic, I decided to go home, tell David what happened and see what he thinks I should do about it.

Of course, David is still sleeping, I come home in tears and blurt out I just ran someone over. He jumped up and said "WHAT"??????!!!!!!!!!!

I then explained to him what had happened and he told me not to worry about it, since she wasn't hurt and she's the one who ran away.

I was contimplating calling the police and having them take a report to cover my ass just in case someone wrote down my plates and called in a hit and run. But I didn't. Instead, I stayed home sick all day because I have a head cold and I felt like shit. So I slept for most of the day, and then we went to see the Mighty Ducks play at the Pond. It was fun. My first real life hockey game and I loved it!



So far this year, I moved in with David, got engaged to David and have increased my yearly salary by more than $12,000. I got an additional $9k per year when I started at my current job and another $3k when I start my new job.

Oh yah, did I mention I got the job?

I am now an Assistant Property Manager for one of the largest Commercial Real Estate firms in So. Cal. I start on October 10th and as you can imagine I am totally excited! I can tell David is so proud of me. I keep catching him staring at me with a big grin on his face and love in his eyes.

The guys at my current job are bummed to lose me, but also happy for me. Rod came down this morning and said "I had a wierd dream last night that you were quitting". I replied "It's no dream, it's true. Did you call Gerald and tell him his preminition has come true?"

Gerald had a dream about a month ago that I was quitting. I then realized he has psychic powers because I was looking for another job at the time and had an interview lined up.

I think when I get paid on Friday, I'm going to buy myself a kick ass outfit for my first day at my new job. I deserve it! All that worrying about my second interview for nothing. I think it's in my blood.



Meet Rebecca in today's Whos that Girl


The Roasting of Granpa was a huge sucess and we got big big laughs. After having a few drinks, I wasn't nervous at all. This is how it happened:

Me: We’re here tonight to not only celebrate of our grandpa’s 85th birthday, but to thank Grandpa for all the things he has taught us throughout the years.

Grandpa was great about teaching us little tricks to help remember things. When I was a little girl, I loved to run around in my underwear. It just felt good. Anyways, one day we were visiting Grandma and Grandpa and he noticed that I had my underwear on backwards. He taught me a little trick to always remember which way to put on my underwear. Yellow in the front, brown in the back. (Put on rubber gloves)I was helping him do his laundry this morning... (Pull out underwear, that is BADLY stained with brown shoe polish and yellow marker) Obviously Grandpa still goes by that rule.

Laurie: Grandpa’s taught me about drinking. On my 21st Birthday, he was so happy to have yet another drinking buddy he wanted to start my birthday off properly by offering me a tangueray as soon as I got up that morning. It was something like 7 am. So I said to him “Grandpa, don’t you think it’s a little early to start drinking? It’s not even noon yet! Grandpa said to me “Well, it’s noon somewhere”!

Lisa: Another thing Grandpa has taught me is Good Manners. If you’re at church, and a rather large woman is sitting in the pew in front of you and you notice that her dress is stuck between her butt cheeks, Grandpa has taught me that it is RUDE to pull the dress out of the woman’s behind. He has also taught me that if you just couldn’t help yourself, and went ahead and helped the lady out, by assisting her with pulling her dress out of her ass, you shouldn’t push it back in if she gets mad at you.

JoAnn: Grandpa has also taught us about wildlife. Because of him, I know the difference between the OHNO Bird and the OOHAH Bird. In case you’re wondering they are very rare birds.... OhNo Bird has testicles that hang so low, everytime he comes in for a landing he yells OH NO OH NO and the OohAhh Bird lays square eggs as it lays the eggs, it says Ooooh... Ahhhhh.

April: As you can tell, we have all learned quite a bit from Grandpa growing up. He has been such a great role model for all of us.

We wanted to get Grandpa something for his birthday that he’s always wanted. But what exactly do you get an 85 year old man? This was tough. Then I remembered..... David, could you please present Grandpa with his birthday gift? ........ Grandpa has always wanted a 9” Pianist!

I know most of it isn't very funny to people who haven't heard my granpa's jokes for the past gazillion years, but everyone in attendance has been hearing his jokes forever. I do have to explain the closing joke, because that brought the house down. People were laughing so hard they were in tears.

The joke goes a little something like this:

So this man goes into the bar and he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a little man and a piano and sits them on the bar, and the little man begins to play the piano. The bartender looks at the man and says "What the hell is that? That is remarkable! Where did you find such a thing?"

The man replys "Well, I was walking on the beach in Santa Monica the other day, kicking around the sand, when I kicked a bottle and a jenie appeared and told me I could have one wish".

The Bartender says "Don't you normally get three wishes".

The man says "Yes, but this was one cheap jeanie, so I could only get one wish. Apparently there was a problem with the dialect, because I eneded up with a 9" Pianist".

I have a ton of pictures to share, and will post them later this week!



I'm not posting today other that in my Who's That Girl blog. So keep the story going. It's my new favorite blog thing to do only I'm thinking some of you aren't quite getting the jist of it. I want you to keep the story going and make up some shit about these girls. Use your imagination. It can be quite entertaining.

We're having a potluck today and EB72, you're missing out on some great Smoked Briskette, Pork Sholder, Salmon, Moose (provided by JP himself), and other various meats, besides all the sides of Cole Slaw, Potato Salad, Fruit Salad, and Gerald's Baked Beans (which are awesome I had some for breakfast). Gerald is really a great cook.

Have a great weekend, and hopefully I don't bomb at my Grandpa's roast tomorrow night. Did I mention there's going to be over 100 people there? I'm definately going to have a few drinks before getting up in front of all those people!

Ok so I guess I lied. This turned out to be an actual post.



Meet Juilette on today's Who's That Girl


This is my Grandpa. Explains a lot doesn't it?

We are going to celebrate his 85th Birthday this Saturday. It's going to be a very large party and all of his friends that are still alive are invited. Of course we can't invite the dead ones.

Anyways.... We are planning to Roast my Grandpa. Me, my sister and two of my cousins are going to be "in" on the Roasting. (Why the hell do they call it "Roasting" anyways)? And I'm writing the script. Obviously by this picture the old guy has a very good sence of humor. In fact, he has his own standup act and a CD that my dad made of him preforming all of his jokes. It's actually pretty good. I've been listening to this CD for the past week, trying to get ideas on the roasting.

This is probally one of the hardest things to do, because it HAS to be funny. I have my own wit and humor, but by no means am I a joke writer. It takes a special person to be able to write good jokes, and I just don't have it in me.

The theme that I came up with for the roast is "What Grandpa Taught Us" and I'm going to incorporate Grandpa's jokes into it.

Here's an example of one of my Grandpa's jokes:

My buddy comes into the bar and he has two black eyes. I say to him "What the hell happened to you"?

He says "Well, I was at Church on Sunday and this very large woman was sitting in the pew right in front of me. When she stood up, I noticed that her dress was tucked into her crack. Being the good guy that I am, I reached over and pulled it out for her. She then turned around and socked me right in the eye".

"Yes but how'd you get the other black eye"?

"I tucked it back in"

That is one of the 35 + jokes that my grandpa has told over the years. All of his buddies and all of the family know most of his jokes and have heard them over and over and over again throughout the years.

Here will be my version of the joke:

Grandpa has taught us about manners. He taught us that when we're at church, it isn't polite to help out the large lady who is sitting in front of us by pulling her dress out of her butt crack. (Pause) We also know it isn't polite to tuck it back in.

Hopefully, it will go off smooth and the audience will laugh. I just hope I don't get nervous and choke. It's a lot easier for me to perform in front of strangers because hopefully if you suck, you never have to see these people ever again.



I joined the PTA! I did it for many reasons, and I actually feel good about it. I also volunteered to help with school fundraisers, since my last job (that I loved) involved organizing many fundraisers that were targeted towards schools. I have experience and skills, so the President of the PTA called me this morning to thank me for offering to help. I'll be meeting her tonight at Back To School Night. I also joined the PTA, so that I can make friends (hopefully) with other mom's that my son goes to school with, and just become more involved with the school.

In other news, I'd like to adress a situation here at work that really bothers me:

Dear Owners Husband,

I would like to politely ask you to flush the freaking toilet when you come on your visits. It seriously grosses me out that not only do you leave the seat up in MY bathroom, but also every flippen time I walk in there, I see piss and toilet paper left in the toilet. I thought you may have figured out by now that you have to hold the handle down a few seconds longer than most toilets, but obviously you're oblivious to this fact. Most people I know, check the toilet to make sure their human waste has been properly flushed, so that the next person doesn't have to look or smell it.

In case you didn't notice, this isn't your home, and I am not your wife, therefore, I get really grossed out when I use the bathroom after you, and feel the need to disinfect the toilet area.


Totally Grossed Out Employee

Meet Laurie in today's Who's That Girl



Last night we had an unbelievable electrical storm that kept me up all night. Just as I was dozing off around 11 pm last night, there was this boom that came from the sky that sounded as if Oceanside was being bombed. I have never heard anything like it before in my life. It was purely amazing.

In between the thunder, lightening lit up the sky, which was so bright that it came right through my window, penetrating through the blinds as if they weren't there, which then reflected off of my closet mirrors. It didn't matter which way I laid, the light was so bright if was if someone had a flashlight right above me and was waving it past my closed eyes.

The storm lasted through the night, in which I would barely doze off just to be awaken by another boom in the sky. Needless to say, I didn't get more than a total of 2 hours of sleep, so I decided to play hooky from work. Heehee. The internet has been down for most of the day, here at the house, and I've been anxiously waiting to post all morning.

I received a call this morning from the PM (Property Manager) that I interviewed with last Wednesday. She said that she was going to call my references, and dependent upon their availability, she would get back to me on Friday. So I quickly called the references to give them a heads up, only to discover that 3 of the 4 of them are at a conference until Thursday and will not be returning to the office until Friday. Looks like I won't be hearing back from the PM until Monday. UHHHH!!!

But if she's calling references, then that's a good sign that I'm getting the job. Right? It's just that this waiting is killing me. I'm so impatient when it comes to things like this.

See who's featured on today's Who's That Girl





Here it is, Monday, and I'm anxiously waiting for my phone to ring with an "Unavailable" number, which will mean that it's the Property Manager that I interviewed with last Wednesday, informing me that I got the job, or not. Hopefully it will be good news.

I'm more confident about the interview I had with her than the Operations Manager. That was definitely the most brutal interview I've ever had. She had a huge stack of papers with "Personality" type questions, that were HARD and full of big words that frankly, I've never heard before in my life, which left me feeling not-so confident about the interview and asking her "what exactly does that mean"? Such as....

OPM: (OPM is Operations Manager) "Do you consider your self a visionary or a (insert big word here that I've never heard of that starts with a P and means the opposite of visionary)."

Me: (I'm sure I had a blank look on my face, or one of complete horror for not knowing another word that she's used) "Could you please explain exactly what that means".

OPM: "(Big word that starts with P) is the opposite of visionary, meaning (at this point I think she was having difficulty thinking of how to explain the question) the opposite of visionary. Such as a visionary is someone who has a vision or idea of what they want to do, but really doesn't know how to get it done, a (big word that starts with P) is someone who takes that idea, and runs with it and makes it happen"

Me: I'm definitely a (big word that starts with P). As long as the "idea" is something that I know about, then I can make it happen.

Another question that she asked me was about my strengths and weaknesses. Seriously, like I'm going to tell her that I have a really bad habit of being habitually late! AS IF! So I told her that I HATE filing, and that I procrastinate filing until it's the only thing I can think about doing. I also added that my desk is usually an organized mess. Someone passing by may look at it and wonder how I can find anything, but I'll be able to find it pretty quick.

I was also asked if there is anyone in my life that I have disrespected. I asked her if she meant in the workplace or personally.

She answered "Both".

Me: "The only person that I've disrespected in my life was my ex-husband, because that fucking bastard deserved it!"

Ok maybe I didn't use those words exactly, but I was thinking it. And also, another lie. I'm sure there are many people that I have disrespected in high-school, or when I was working in retail, because the customers were complete and total idiots. But you don't say those things during an interview that could be a new beginning to your career.

After leaving the interview, I was second guessing my "interview performance", wondering if I was witty enough, or if I said the wrong thing, or gave her the wrong impression about me. I tried very hard to emphasize my knowledge about property management without sounding like I knew it all. After all, it is a training position, and if I knew everything there was to know about managing a commercial property, then I'd be interviewing for a Property Manager position.

There was one question that she asked me, that I feel I royally messed up on, and that is "If you got the job, what would be a few of the first things you'd do during your first week"?

Me: (Desperately trying to think of things "I would learn as much about the property as I could, and try to meet the tenants".

Of course there's more that I could do during my first week, such as learn what's expected of me, find out exactly what kind of things I'm supposed to be doing on a day-to-day basis, meet the staff, read the leases, make sure everybody has their insurance on file and up to date, find out who's our contracted services as far as landscaping, security (which I already know because David handles the security for the property), maintenance, etc.

I'm sure all of that could go in the "Learn as much about the property as I could" but that was a very general statement, and it would have looked better had I elaborated.

At the closing of my interview, she said that she didn't know how long it would take for the PM to make a decision, but that I should call on Monday. I have my phone next to me, and I occasionally check it to make sure it's on and working, just in case she calls, I certainly don't want to miss it.

If I don't hear from her by 2 or 3, I think I'll give her a call, since I was instructed to. But I don't want to look or sound pushy, so I think I'll say "Hey PM, its April, the OPM told me to call you today and see when you might come to a decision."

Honestly, it's going to be awkward if I don't get the job and I see her at a function or around the condo's. Because I know we will run into each other frequently. As soon as I get an answer, I'll post it here, well, after I call David, my mom, my sister, and close friends. You guys will be 6th or 7th on my list.

(Hey at least you're on the list right?)

Have a great MONDAY!



I got a call yesterday afternoon from the Property Manager that I interviewed with on Wednesday. She asked if I could meet with her boss on Friday, which just happens to be TODAY! I am sooooooo excited. This is going to be such a great career opportunity for me (if I get the job). They have great training programs, and professional and personal development courses, online training courses for the employees and their friends and family. Besides how great it will look on my resume that I am the Assistant Property Manager of Such and Such building in San Diego. Even though I am hoping to be promoted in two to three years. Who knows, maybe even sooner than that.

All I know is I am super duper excited about this, and it's going to be torture waiting to hear back from them after this interview.

Now I have to start getting prepared and print out a clean resume, re-type a cover letter, and print out some past work samples.

Oh ya, I almost forgot, my interview is during my lunch today at 12:30.




Dear Co-Worker,

We get along pretty well. I give you "love/relationship" advise when you informed me that you might have a possible date set up by EB72. We go to lunch together and talk about our ex's and child support, and just every day life stuff. So what I want to know is why this morning, when you parked right next to my car, that you felt it was necessary to open your door right into my car, then keep it pushed their until you got out?

You have to realize that my window is RIGHT THERE and my car is parked RIGHT THERE. Which means that I can see you and I am more than likely watching as you open the door of your 87 Ford Taurus into my 2001 Ford Escape, in which I just bought 11 months ago, therefore I am still making payments on.

I'm sure you wouldn't appreciate someone opening their door into your car, so I would appreciate you to be more careful next time.


Your pissed off co-worker who is too nice to say something to you.


This is my cat Roxy. She is a model, you know what I mean, and she does her little turn on the cat walk.

Actually, she is a food whore. She lives for her can of Fancy Feast every morning and boy does she have my ass trained.

I wake up before David every morning, and as soon as my alarm goes off, so does she. Only she's the snooze that I can't turn off. And since I don't want her to wake up David, I have to get out of bed and feed her immediately. She's just like a baby, cries to be fed, sleeps 20 hours a day, and shits. This picture was taken prior to her 9am nap.

In other news......

I had my interview last night and I would say it went very well, and she was pleasantly surprised to find out that I do have knowledge about Property Management. What I mean by that is, she (the lady I interviewed with who happens to manage 7 different properties in San Diego) is one of David's customers. She also happens to live in our condo complex (which I'm sure I've mentioned before). Well, David one day saw her walking up from the pool, and pulled over (because he was in his car) and said "Hey, you have any positions open because my girlfriend needs a job". Making it sound so random and like I just got fired or something. She said "Well, she needs some experience". In which he replied "She has some".

Luckily, she gave me the time of day, and looked at my resume, and after interviewing with me, found out that I actually know quite a bit about property management, and dealing with tenants. She even said at one point of the interview "It's refreshing to hear you say that". Apparently, she's been interviewing people who have a lot of admin experience, but no Property Management experience, and she's been looking for about 2 1/2 months.

At the end of the interview she said that I definitely had the qualifications and experience she was looking for, and that she will have me meet with the Operations Manager. Which is good. No? Now I just have to wait for her to get back with me, so that I can have a second interview. I do have to say, that I am very excited about this and I'm hoping and praying that I get this job. It will be a great career opportunity for me, plus a little more cash in my pocket, which will ultimately go to gas. Oh well, it's worth it.



It is very important to me to make new friends out here, since all of my bestfriends are back home, it was pretty devistating to me to have that argument/misunderstanding with my neighbor a few weeks ago.

Last night, I was taking out the trash and smell fresh baked cookies. My neighbors window was open, so I thought maybe she was making them. I ran upstairs and told David "It smells like cookies outside, I wonder if it's the neighbors!"

I immediately called her and asked if it was her baking cookies. She said "No, I WISH! Who do you think is baking cookies?"

I guessed that maybe it was the lady who lives below me, who I don't know very well. Oh well.

With that said she then invited me over for a glass of wine. The other neighbor that I got in an almost fight with was over with her husband.

I was so happy that she invited me, because since the arguement I have to admit that I was feeling a little left out, since I've noticed that my coolest neighbor ever and the other neighbors have been doing things together and not inviting me. For example: they went to a club on Saturday, and I was a little upset that they didn't ask me to join them. The other day, I saw them walking to the gym together, and they both know that I workout, plus, my coolest neighbor ever and I used to workout together. My feelings were a little hurt about that one too.

As you can imagine, I was happy to get the invite to join them for a glass of wine. Plus, earlier I was thinking how I'd love a glass of Pinot Grigio and all I had in the house was Chardonay and Merlot. Neither of those sounded good, and my coolest neighbor ever, is the one who got me hooked on the Pinot Grigio.

I told her that I'd love to, but David needed my help with a few things and I was in the middle of cleaning the kitchen, but maybe I'd come down later, if they were going to be up for a while. She told me to come down when I could and the offer still stands.

I told David they had invited me, and he's all for bonding and making and keeping friends, and since we kind of had a falling out, he thought it would be a good idea for me to go down and re-establish the relationship. I, of course felt exactly the same way, so that's what I did (after I finished doing the dishes).

I spent about 45 minutes chatting with the girls and sipping on a glass of wine. We talked about all kinds of things, and they even invited me to go walking with them. I'm glad I'm back "IN" and hopefully this will be a new beginning to a long friendship.



I guess I failed to post about the second interview I had. Well, it wen't well on their part, but I have to admit, they were almost talking me out of taking the position. I could of had it if I wanted it, but they felt that I was too creative and that I wasn't really suited for it.

They presented the position in a totally different way than the owner presented it. I was originally told that I would be assisting with the marketing, as part of being a Project Coordinator. The guys that I would be directly working with told me that I would be so busy inputting Invoices and sending out PO's that I wouldn't have time for that. As if my entire day would be doing Invoices and PO's. I've done that in the past and it is NOT fun, plus I would have to drive a lot further, in traffic for a mere $3 k a year more to do something I didn't really like. Gas would eat up that $3k a year in a few months! So I passed on the position.

I got a call this morning from a Property Manager, that actually lives in our Condo complex. David knows her and had me send her my resume because he knew she was hiring an Assistant Property Manager. This position would be for a commercial building in San Diego and more of where I want my career to be headed. I don't mind driving, as long as it's something I KNOW I want, and I can make more money, and I have a good chance of moving up.

I emailed her my resume a few weeks ago, and she called me to tell me that she's been busy, but she'd call me back soon to schedule an interview. Well, it's been a few weeks, but I know she's been busy with budgets and other stuff. The important thing is, she called me back and I'm meeting with her tomorrow after work. We decided to meet at Starbucks instead of her office since it's more convienient for both of us. She said that meeting in our homes was too personal, which I agee. She is my neighbor after all, but that would just be weird.

Wish me luck!


Aren't they beautiful! I'm so excited because David has never bought me flowers as long as we've been together and this is so unlike him. What makes it more specail is that they are for only one reason, he loves me!

He totally surprised me with them by delivering them to work yesterday. For one, I was not expecting to see him, so when he walked in, that was a surprise in it's self. But then he walked me to the car and opened the door and I shouted "YOU GOT ME FLOWERS!!!!!" as I was clapping my hands and jumping up and down in excitement.

The reason David has never bought me flowers is because the guy I was dating when I met David used to buy me enormous boquets of flowers. I'm talking, they were so big, when my sister saw them, she asked who died. David saw first hand the last boquet the guy sent me, becuase I was trying to break up with the guy right after I met David. The poor guy wasn't accepting it, and I guess he felt if he spent another hundred bucks on a boquet of flowers I'd change my mind. Obviously it didn't work and then I became scared he'd become my stalker.

Anyways...the card! Short but sweet....

I guess you're well over due for flowers, not quite as beautiful as you, but I tried.

Love Always,


How could I not love this man?



David picked up DJ on Friday, so it was a "kid weekend". My car stayed parked in the exact same spot all weekend, which is a good thing with gas prices at over $3.00 a gallon.

Since we had the kids this weekend, that meant that all the other kids in the neighborhood were over at our house to play which meant that when it came to lunch time, I had to feed them all.

Saturday, I made a lemon cake (Me and David's favorite), I invited all the kids over (there was only 5 total) to have some. I poured them all a glass of red punch (can you see where this is going?) and a generous piece of cake. Yesterday morning, David noticed a small red stain on the carpet. Let's just say that he wasn't very happy about it. Of course neither was I, but he was REALLY upset about it. More upset than I have ever seen him. The stain was set. We tried cleaning it with "Tuff Stuff" carpet cleaner, it helped very little. Then I got on the internet and found a website that suggested dish soap and water, but of course it was to be done as soon as the spill happened. The spill had already happened the day before.

Since David was so upset, I could tell he needed some "alone" time. He cleaned the bathroom to vent out his frustrations. (I just love it when he gets angry). I however, felt as though he partially blamed me, since I was the one who gave the kids the red punch in the house.

The reason why he was so upset is that we plan on selling the condo next year, and we are trying to keep the condo looking as new as possible, so that we don't have to invest any money into repairs before we sell. I know this is unrealistic having kids around, but we can try can't we?

After David cleaned the bathroom, he finally installed the water line to the fridge (that we bought in May) and then took DJ home. I called David around 8:30 to see if he was on his way home yet, and we talked about the stain some more and I told him that I felt as though he was blaming me for it and how bad I felt about it all day. He reassured me that he wasn't mad at me, he was just upset about the stain and that I am not to buy any more red punch. He knows that I was just trying to give the kids something else to drink since they go through the Capri Suns like crazy and waste about 1/2 of them. (Those things get expensive when you have 3+ kids around).

David got home and made sure to give me lots of attention and hugs and kisses. Then I told him he'd better show me how much he loves me in the bedroom ;-)




I guess I'll start this off by saying that what I did to her, was the one thing in my life I would take back in a heart beat if I could. It wasn't leagally wrong, just morally. It was during a very weak time in my life, which is NO excuse and I don't blame her for hating me. I wrote this appology letter but never sent it. Maybe she needs some sort of closure about the situation and an apology. I never gave her that. I don't know what to do. David thinks I should file a restraining order against her, just in case next time we run into her she doesn't try to kill me. I don't know........


We began our Sunday by getting on the water with David's friends John and Elaine. They came in late Saturday afternoon, so we didn't get to see them much until Sunday. We told them we were DEFINATELY hanging out with them on Sunday.

For the most part, it was a very relaxing day hanging out on the beach on the river. They had brought Skis for us to ride, so David and I would go out back to Gasoline Ally every few hours to see what was going on. On our last ride out to Gasoline Alley, I noticed a bunch of people pulling this guy up onto the back of a boat. He looked lifeless and they were all freaking out. I read in an article that the guy died that night. He had been cliff diving and landed way wrong. The thing that sucks is when you're out on the water like that, you don't have any cell reception, and no way to get any help, plus the boat ride to the marina is hell. The water is so choppy, if you're in a small boat with a shallow hull, you're basically slapping the water the entire way back. I feel really bad for the guy. He was 32 and lived in Ontario, Ca, just 30 minutes from where I used to live.

On a happier note, that night, we went to dinner with the group and went back to our hotel room. Since it was officially our 1 year anniversary on the 4th, while David was taking a shower, I lit candles all over the room, slipped into a little sumpin sumpin, put on some romantic music and popped open a bottle of champaigne. I forgot champaigne glasses, and we had used all the platic cups in the room, so I had to pour the champaigne into empty water bottles. I know, so white trash. We could of just drank straight out of the champaigne bottle! We began with about 20 minutes of foreplay until the sexual tension had me so crazy that I demanded that he do me right now. When you're that horney, the first thrust is the best feeling in the world. That sensation of feeling it slowing glide deep inside was pure pleasure. We made love until we passed out from exhaustion. We both had the best sleep that night. But it's always great sleep after you have the best orgasm. And thats pretty much how our weekend ended.




Sam woke us up early Saturday morning, telling us to meet him at his boat in 45 minutes. We were a little hung over, but more tired than anything. I quickly jumped in the shower and started to get ready as fast as I could. Being a girl, 45 minutes isn't very long. Especailly when you've got food to pack on top of doing hair and figuring out which bathing suit I was going to wear.

We were ready by 9, and on our way down. The way I see it, most friends will wait an extra 5 minutes for you. It's not like anyone was dying and that 5 minutes was a matter of life or death. I guess in Sam's mind it was. Promply at 9 am, David's phone rang. "Where the hell are you guys". David was a little stressed because Sam had told David to bring his easy up, some chairs etc., and we still had to get those from our car.

We got our stuff in our car and drove over to where Sam was. He said he didn't have time for us to load our shit, he was leaving. Luckily, Sam's friends that we partied with the night before had their own boat, so they said for us to just load our stuff in their car and we can ride with them. Meanwhile, Sam's calling Matt (the friend that we're with) and yelling at Matt to keep up and just being a total DICK! It takes a lot to get David pissed, and he was just at that point. There was absolutely NO reason for Sam to act that way. What's the big deal of waiting an extra 5 minutes?

We were pretty stressed and pissed off at this point. David had some other friends that were coming out later that day, and we should have just waited for them, but we thought Sam needed our help launching his boat. We didn't know he had 3 other guys with him to help him or that Sam was going to be such a huge penis head.

We finally got on the water with Matt and Chris. We followed Sam to Gasoline Alley, which is a cove off of Mojave Lake. This is one of the many party spots on the river. We pull up next to Sam and attempt to tie off on his boat, but Matt didn't have an anchor, and Sam started freaking out. In the midst of it all, Chris jumps off the boat and starts cliff diving while we're trying to keep the boats from hitting. Then Matt (who's the owner of the boat) follows Chris to make sure the rocks are clear, leaving me and David to tend to the boat. Meanwhile, Sams screaming, we have rocks all around us, it was a mess. We finally got Matt to beach the boat so we didn't have to worry about it. I was on the virge of having a mental break down from stress overload, and I think David was right there with me.

Now that the boat was beached, we could relax. Which is exactly what we did for most of the day. We either sat in the boat or went in the water and just people watched. Later in the day, more and more people began to show up, next thing you knew, it was a huge party, with boobies everywhere, pole dancing, girls doing beer bongs using a big ass dildo and deep throating it. One girl even got completely naked. David and I just hung back on the sidelines and watched everything that was going on. We met some really cool people and saw a lot of tits. I was great about making sure David didn't miss any, since I am the coolest fiance ever. I was the only girl in our group and I had to make sure I fit in with the boys.

After we finally got back to our hotel, and we were exhausted. But it was so late that by the time we ate, it was time to party. So we went with Matt and Chris to a steakhouse at the Flamingo. David and I both had a 6 oz Filet and it was AWESOME! Besides the fact that we were both starving!

After dinner, we had more cocktails, and met up with this girl that Matt and Chris met and headed over to the Golden Nugget's Tarzan Room. We waited for an hour to get in. Once we were in, we ordered drinks and I looked around the bar and saw her . She sent her friend over and said that if I don't go talk to her she's going to fuck me up. Luckily David already knew about the situation, so I didn't have much explaining to do. Her husband was there too, and both of them put on some weight. They are both HUGE! Anyways, I explained to David about the last time I ran into them and how she tried to fight me and how her husband sucker punched my date for trying to get her off of me. It wasn't a comfortable situation, so we danced a couple dances and got out of there before she jumped me.

The thing that really sucks is here we were on our 1 year anniversary weekend, at the place where we met, and we couldn't even enjoy it. We were both really tired, so we just went back to our hotel, made love and passed out.




We arrived in Laughlin very late Thursday night. In fact is was actually more like 1 am Friday morning. Of course we were exhausted and couldn't wait to do it then pass out, which is exactly what we did.

We had friends that were arriving sometime on Friday, so our game plan was to just relax by the pool and enjoy each other.

(He is so HOT!!!!!)

We met up with David's friend Sam and a few of his friends for a show that was playing in our hotel called "Beehive". If you've never been to Laughlin before, it's like a very downsized Vegas. There are about 10 hotels on the strip right on the river. It's a more laid back atmosphere, so a lot of Senior Citizens like to go there. I was by far the youngest adult at the show. My mom would have LOVED the show.

After the show, we all went back to our room for some more cocktails. I brought a ton of alcohol, so I made us some Monster Energy drinks with Raspberry Vodka. Then we had a few shots of Goldschlauger. Sam was a party pooper and went to his room and went to bed, so David and I partied with Sam's friends and went to the Riverside . They have a few clubs. One without a cover charge. So of course that's where we went. Plus, there's not nearly as many people there, so there's plenty of room to dance without bumping into the person next to you. David and I had a few raspberry kamakazie's, and by that time we got pretty hammered. We thought we were the stars of So You Think You Can Dance .

When we realized that we were just sloppy drunks, we knew it was time to go. We attempted to get a cab back to our room, but the cabs were really slow, and since I'm such a friendly drunk, I made friends with this really cute couple that was standing behind us in line. They thought they were in line for Vallet, but we told them we thought we were in line for a taxi, but one hasn't come yet. Then I found out that they were from Temecula, which is 1/2 way between where I live and where my parents live. I drive through Temecula almost every week. They offered to drive us to our hotel, since the taxi's were taking so long.

After we finally got back to our room, we made some drunk love that I barely remember. I guess David had to keep me from passing out.



David and I are going to celebrate our 1 year anniversary this weekend in the town we met....Laughlin, Nevada. We plan on re-living that weekend by getting drunk, dancing, eating, and having lots of sex (not necessarily in that order). And when I say lots of sex, I mean, so much sex to where I'm sore and can't do it any more. (Dont' be haters cuz you won't be getting nearly as much as I will be).

We're leaving tonight and I'll be back on Tuesday to tell you all everything. Have a fabulous Labor Day Weekend!