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



There have been many good things happening here at work. For one, the PM that was coming to take over the property portfolio that I work for, got fired. I was totally NOT excited about working with her, and now I don’t have to!

A situation that happened between me and one of the girls from my dance team for the company party, turned out to work in my favor. Here’s the short version:

She was making fun of my boss and saying some very not nice things about her. I love my boss and think she is the best boss I’ve ever had. I love her management style and how diplomatic she is, plus we get along great! Anyways, that girl was being just down right mean.

Friday, I was running late leaving the office, and I stopped to use the restroom before heading out. As I was leaving the restroom and heading for the elevators, I saw my boss just enter back into the office. She takes the train, and she’d left a good 30 minutes before I did. So I thought she probably missed the train. I went back and offered her a ride. (We live in the same condo-complex). She happily accepted.

On the ride home, we were talking about the situation with her getting switched with the other PM, and she was wondering if the girls from my dance group had said anything about it. I told her that all of them had only negative things to say about her. Then my boss hinted to see if anything was said about her.

Now this is where the conversation got a little sticky for me. Because for one… there were bad things said about her, but on a more personal level. Two, I HATE lying! I’m a horrible liar. I then told her that the conversation was mainly focused on the other PM, and she was barely mentioned.

Saturday morning, I’m taking a bath, relaxing, and thinking about our conversation, wondering if she could tell that I lied. I stumbled my words, and I’m sure I turned instantly pale. I thought that if she thought I lied to her, then she would wonder who’s side I was on, and not trust me. So I called her as soon as I got out of the bath.

I left her a message and she called me back within 20 minutes. I explained to her that I hate lying and how horrible I am at it, and that I wasn’t completely honest with her because I felt as though she was hinting around to find out if a certain someone from our group had said anything negative about her, and they had. I didn’t want to be the “pot stirrer” or the cause of any drama, however, I felt that she could tell I was lying, and it was important to me for her to know where my loyalties lye. I also told her that I didn’t want to tell her what was said, because it was unimportant, but it showed me what kind of person the shit talker is, and that I know to keep my distance from her.

My boss was so happy that I told her all of this and how thrilled she is that I felt that I could come to her, and more importantly, not fall into that trap and keep above that. She was also very impressed that I could recognize what kind of person the shit talker is.

Apparently they have a long history. The Shit Talker is still an Assistant Property Manager after 5 years. Usually APM’s get promoted within 2 to 3 years. But because of her negative attitude, office gossip, and temper, she’s been held back, even though she knows her job extremely well, and is very good at it and is totally ready in that sense to become a PM.

Monday morning, my boss called me into her office and expressed to me that what I did, showed her that I have the judgment and character to be a PM, and that she is going to recommend me to be the PM of a property that they would start a new PM at. The position is currently available, however I was informed to not get my hopes up, because I am so new, there is a good chance I may not get it, but she has put the word out to the “powers that be” and has given me her complete support.

My boss called the girl and confronted her about what happened, and let her know that this is exactly why she is where she is still. I’m sure the call took the Shit Talker by surprise. She later called my boss back and apologized and said she was totally out of line and it won’t ever happen again.

I was worried that it would affect our group and they wouldn’t want me to be a part of it anymore. But I got an IM from her apologizing to me, and telling me that she wants to make sure I still want to continue with the group. Of course I do….There’s 2 G’s on the line! Lord knows I’ve got credit card bills to pay, and let’s not forget about Christmas!

I went to practice last night, and the Shit Talker was more than sweet to me. She was almost kissing my ass. Seriously. I got stuck talking to her for 45 minutes about her nightmare kitchen remodeling, but not once did she mention anything about the situation, and I wasn’t going to bring it up unless she did. So everything is good!

I get to leave at noon today, off tomorrow (of course), and was supposed to be off on Friday, however, we have a new tenant moving in, and they scheduled the walk-through for Friday. I didn’t have to come in for it, but was given the approval to come in if I wanted. It was left up to me, and since I’m on a roll, I thought I’d definitely score some extra brownie points coming in for that. (And it turns out, that I did).

We’re spending Turkey Day at my parent’s house and David’s family is coming over to meet them for the first time. So that’s a little nerve racking. My sister and I will be cooking all the sides, my Mom bought a pre-cooked Turkey and got a Spiral Cut Ham, in which we just need to heat. Not only will David’s family be there, but my Grandpa and Cousin are also coming. 17 people total. I’m excited, and will be drinking lots of wine.

Have a great Thanksgiving!



I’ve been hearing more and more horrible things about the new PM that’s going to be coming in on Monday, which makes me even less excited about the change. Which means I’m going to have to cover my ass as much as possible and log everything that happens. Luckily I know that I have people within my company who I can talk to in confidence, that give good advise and guidance.

Aunt Flow still hasn’t come to visit and I’m now 8 days late. The “test” was negative, so I’m wondering if the stress between the changes of my job and the fact that I’m late is causing the delay of Aunt Flow. I’m not AS worried about it, since testing negative, however, if I don’t start in another 5 days, I’m testing again.

In other news…….. I was asked several weeks ago to be part of a song and dance act with some of the other girls from my company. We will be performing at our company Christmas party, and competing for the grand prize of $2,000 each. Yes, that’s right, each of us 5 girls have a chance of winning 2 g’s a piece. How awesome is that? Pretty awesome if you ask me.

We’ve had 3 rehearsals and have the song memorized and all of the dance moves down. We just need some rehearsals to polish the act so that it just comes naturally without even thinking that hard about it. I say we’ve made some great progress for just having 3 rehearsals and we’re gonna win this thing! I suggested last night that we do our act in a karaoke bar in front of a crowd, that way we know how we’ll perform in front of an audience, and have drinks too! Of course they loved the idea and we set the date for the Friday before the Christmas Party.

My weekend plans consist of hanging out with the kids and cleaning the house. Real exciting, I know. Hopefully there will be some drinking with the neighbor’s tonight or tomorrow night. I definitely plan on drinking some wine when I get home tonight. I haven’t had one glass all week. See, I told David I’m not an alcoholic! (He likes to joke around like that if I just have one glass of wine during the week, because he doesn’t drink on weekdays).

Have a great weekend!



Yesterday and today were probably a few of the most stressful day’s I’ve experienced in a long time.

My period is 5 days late and my boss informed me and the Office Assistant that she is being moved to another building, and the PM (property manager) from that building will be transferred to where I’m at.

This is discouraging on many different levels. For one, I feel as though I’m missing out on the opportunity to learn from her. She knows our properties inside and out. Plus I love her management style. She’s encouraging and allows for mistakes. She feels if you aren’t making mistakes, then you aren’t learning anything.

The second reason this is discouraging, The new PM has talked shit to other PM’s from my company about David, when she was trying to cover her own ass and blaming him for dropping the ball. David provides the security access system for most of my company’s buildings, and she needed some numbers from David, and sat on it, and only gave him 2 days to provide her with a proposal, then talked shit that he didn’t do his research when some figures were missing for the security conversion.

Luckily, my boss knows how David will bend over backwards for this company, and has always gone out of his way to make sure we were taken care of, so she stuck up for him when this came up in a PM luncheon.

I’ve also heard other bad things about this new PM, and needless to say, there’s a likelihood we’ll be bumping heads. However, I’m going to try to stay as professional as possible, because I do have to work with the bitch every day.

On my lunch today, I got a pregnancy test. Both David and I had a talk last night about what we’re going to do if I am pregnant, because neither of us really want any more kids. We’re perfectly happy with the 3 monsters we have. We decided that we wouldn’t make any decisions until we find out if I’m pregnant or not. I took the test, and it was….


Can I get an AMEN!

Now we’re talking about David getting snipped. That would be the best way to go if you ask me.



Lately, I've come to realize that I cry over almost anything on TV. I TIVO'd the last episode of My Fair Brady, and that show took me on an emotional rollercoaster, crying either for her loss and then because I was happy they made it through. I love that show because I can totally relate to how strongly in love she is with him.

On the same night, David and I rented Million Dollar Baby. Without giving the ending away, I can tell you that I was a blubbering mess at the end of that movie. I was an emotional wreck by the end of the night, after watching both of those shows back-to-back.

Then last night, I finally got to watch my TIVO'd Grey's Anatomy. There were a few different touching story lines in the last episode, where I teared up. But then at the end with the old couple, and she was dying and how they had a trip to Italy planned at the end of the month that they were looking forward to, and how she didn't care that she was dying, because they say that if you and your mate ride a gondola together, you'll be together for eternity, and she was determined to make that one of the last things she did before she died.

Oh the tears were pouring down my face. David was a little teary too. We had a moment together because we both feel the exact same way as that old couple and we are so blessed to have found a love like that.

Ok, I'm about to start crying..so I'll just end this here.



ARREST: The Shit Town Resident is linked to the theft of about $30,000 in goods authorities say.

A man was arrested after he stole an ideling pickup from a driveway, authorities said. The man, who was found inside a church, was later linked to the theft of about $30,000 in merchandise, authorities said.

FUCK-HEAD, a 35-year old resident of Shit Town, California, remained in dustody Wednesday in lieu of $35,000 bail at a Correctional Facility near Shit Town, Ca.

Shit Town police officer found Fuck Head hiding in the Church of Latter Day Saints just before 7 am Tuesday. About an hour before that, authorities say Fuck Head stole a Chevrolet utility pickup from the driveway of a home. The pickup's owner told Riverside County Sherrif's Department deputies that he was warming up the vehicle before leaving for work, went inside and found the truck missing when he went back outside.

At the time, defuties had received calls describing a string vehicle burglaries in the surrounding area. After follow-up interviews, deputies searched Fuck Head's home and found $30,000 worth of suspected stolen property, including gardening, and power tools along with a host of mechanical equipment, motorcycles and methamphetimine, official said.

Fuck Head was arrested on suspicion of auto theft, burglary, posession of stolen property and posession of narcotics. His bail was increased from $10,000 to $35,000 due to probation violations, authorities said.

Sounds to me as though Fuck Head will be locked up for a very long time! I say.... Throw away the key and give him a bar of soap-on-a-rope biotch!



Got a call yesterday from my ex-mother-in-law. (See, I knew there was a reason why I had to go home and get my cell phone). She told me that my ex-husband is in jail. Again. For Grand Theft Auto. Again.

This phone call brought to me mixed emotions.

I was actually kind of happy that his loser ass was back in jail.

Then I started thinking of the devastation this will have on my kids. Then I became mad that he could do this to them. Again.

Only this time, he'll be locked up for at least a few years, rather than just a few months since this is his second offence and he's still on probation.

His mom has had it with him too. She was stupid enough to give him a cell phone. His last bill was over $400. She has to pay that bill. I told her he did the exact same thing to me. Only I was stupid enough to let him talk me into keeping it on for one more month with promises he's going to pay me in a week or two. Never happened and the next months bill was even more than the last.

What pisses me off is that he can spend all this time talking to whoever, but he couldn't even take the time to call his own kids once.

After I got home last night I called the kids in for a family meeting. David and I told the kids as gently as possible. They were upset, understandably. I knew they would be. We tried to show them the positive things they have in their lives, and let them know that they can write to their dad, but we won't be able to send the letters until we know where he's going to be at.

They immediately started writing. I think it helped. It helps me.

They're better off without him.



Woke up this morning at 6:20....need to leave the house at 6:30.

The alarm went off at 5:15, however David turned it off. He was just so tired he didn't even realize it.

I wake up and look at the clock and think OH SHIT!

I get Bre up and tell her she needs to haul some boody.

I jump in the shower. Then I think "OH SHIT" again, because I have to take Collin to before school care because David has an appointment this morning. Which is why I really need to leave at 6:30.

After I jump out of my super quick shower, I wake up my son.

I skip the make up, but bring it with me, so I can do it in the car on the way to work, while I'm stuck in traffic. I know you may think it's dangerous, but only if I'm on my cell phone at the same time.

I'm on my way to drop off my son when I realize that Bre's friend lives right around the corner from my son's school and maybe they can take Bre to school for me, if I drop her off.

I tell Bre to look for my phone in my purse.

She can't find it.

I start searching.

It's not there!

I'M FREAKING OUT!!!!!! Can you imagine going an entire day without your lifeline?

Obviously I can't.

Are you stressed out yet? Just wait, it gets better.

Decided it would be rude to just stop by their house and drop off Bre.

Drop off my son, and since I have to pass home to take Bre to school, I run in to get my phone. Luckily David heard me running up the steps, and met me at the door.

Haul ass to take Bre to school. (Those speed bumps in my condo complex are really taking a toll on my car).

Drop Bre off at 7:20.

Which leaves me 40 minutes to get to work. Totally not enough time.

I finally arrive at 8:15.

Boss sees me and calls me in her office.

Has the "You need to be here on time" talk. Then tells me that I was only on time once last week.

Totally NOT TRUE.

She was out Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. But someone here told here I was only on time once.

I was ACTUALLY on time every single day my boss was out (of course) and even 15 minutes early one of those days. I SWEAR!

So that really pisses me off, because I KNOW FOR A FACT that I was on time.

Great way to start a day huh?



Saturday I was taking my daughter (who is 12) to pick up her friend for a sleepover. On our way to her house, she asks me when she can have a boyfriend. Just picture your 12 year old daughter asking you about having a boyfriend. My first reaction is to freak out. I knew this was coming one day. I was just hoping that it would happen later, rather than sooner.

Instead of following my gut reaction to immediately take her home and lock her in her room until she’s 18 and put a chastity belt on her, I took a deep breath, then calmly asked her “Why? Is there a boy you like?”. Yes I realize, there was an obvious answer to this question, but it needed to be asked. Then I got the reply that I was dreading….

“Yes, and he likes me too”.

In my head I was screaming “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

You have to realize that my adolescence immediately came into instant replay in my mind, and it is exactly opposite of how I want to bring up my daughter. I wasn’t exactly a good kid. Now mind you, I have very limited supervision growing up. My parents weren’t bad parents, they just let us run around the neighborhood and really had no idea on how much trouble me and my sister really got into. Which is why I keep my kids on a short leash.

However, the one think I really have no control over is what my kids do in their after-school programs. Especially my daughters. From what I know and have seen, they have tutoring after school for about an hour, then the rest of the time is free time to do homework or just hangout until the parents can come pick them up. And they are basically free to roam around the school’s field or hang out in the lunch area with limited supervision. I definitely will be contacting the after school programs coordinator to express my concern.

After I asked her about the boy, I realized I needed some time to think and also talk with David about this, plus considering we were just blocks from picking up her friend, I told her we’ll talk about this later.

After my daughters friend went home on Sunday, and my son was outside playing, I felt this would be a good time to speak with Bre about her boyfriend. We sat her down, and my first question was “What is your definition of boyfriend”.

She really didn’t have a good answer for this, which may be a bad thing because she doesn’t want to tell me that she’s kissing a boy or something. So we asked what her friends do as boyfriend/girlfriend. And her answer was “sit next to each other and hang out”. My next thought was “Come on, I’m not that stupid. You really mean, Make out behind the handball wall, don’t you”. Of course I didn’t say that, but I was thinking it.

I then told her that if she wants to have a boyfriend, I don’t approve and nor will I tell her it’s ok, however, I can’t control what happens at school and I’d rather her come to me and talk to me about things without her fearing that I’m going to be mad at her, therefore I will let her use her best judgment. We then talked about sex in a round-about way and David threw in his fatherly comments, coming from a guys perspective. I went on to tell her that I have an open door and if she ever needs to talk to me, I’d be more than happy to listen and give her advice and that she shouldn’t be afraid to tell me things.

Later that night, I was hanging clothes in her closet when I found a journal labeled “My Life”. It was out in the open in the closet, so as far as I’m concerned, it was left there for anybody to read. Right?

The first part was talking about how her life was ruined when me and her dad got divorced. Then I found this note that says “I love Nick. I love to lick Nick. I love to kiss Nick” and it went on for a new more lines of rhyming words with Nick. David suggested to wait another week and see if she adds anymore to the book and monitor the situation, rather than confront her about it. The scary thing about Bre is she is very secretive and when I’ve confronted her in the past about things, she immediately starts crying and she shuts down and won’t talk.

I just wish that kids came with an instruction manual at birth. I saw somewhere that you mess up your first kid and by the time you have another, you’ve learned from your mistakes. God I hope this analogy is wrong!



I think he makes a much better Oompa Looma than I do.




Last night I dreamt that I was pregnant with David’s baby. Which is a very scary dream considering that I haven’t been on birth control this month and we’ve only been using the pullout method. Not exactly 100% reliable.

I called in for my prescription a few days prior to when I needed it, but was told that I was out of refills. So I called my Dr. and left a message stating that it would be nice if she’d give me enough refills to last until I come in for my yearly exam.. She’s only been giving me two or three refills at a time. My last Dr. would hook me up for the whole year.

The Dr. got my message but mis-understood and left me a message stating that she’s mailing me a prescription so that I can mail order my BC and get a three months supply. Now I don’t mind purchasing a three months supply, but this isn’t going to help me out for now.

So while we’re playing phone tag, days are passing, I was sick during all of this, and about to start my new job. Then one day I get a message from my pharmacy stating that if I don’t pick up my prescription, they are putting it back on the shelf. IT WOULD HAVE BEEN NICE IF SOMEBODY CALLED ME TO LET ME KNOW IT WAS READY!

By this time, it was too late, I should have started taking it on Friday, and now it’s Tuesday, and I’ve already missed 5 days.
So I’m going this month without and having dreams of being pregnant. I sure hope I didn’t suddenly become psychic and my dreams are channeling through my psychic ability.