THE WORLD THROUGH MY EYES

VACATION

2006-01-05T17:05:00.000-08:00

David and I are leaving tomorrow for a 3 day cruise to Ensanada. I just hope the weather continues to be as perfect as it was today. Mid 80's here in sunny San Diego.

My mom's spirits are up and is scheduled for her biopsy next week and they will remove the lump at that time.

Work continues to get crazier and crazier and I know that I'm going to be paying for taking Friday and Monday off. Then Tuesday I have a meeting in LA all day. So don't even talk to me on Wednesday. I'm going to have to put in some major OT!

Thanks for stopping by to check on me, since my blogging has been selfish the past few months.

LIFE'S WRENCHES

2005-12-29T16:21:00.000-08:00

Reflecting back, this year has been probably the best year of my life. Ever since meeting David, my life has gone from nowhere to fabulous. I am with the man of my dreams, someone I have all the trust, respect, and love that one could possibly have for another person. I couldn’t be more blessed or lucky to find someone like him.

My career has also taken off and I really love my job. I do feel overwhelmed at times, but I’m still learning and taking it all in stride.

Most importantly, my kids, who make me the person I am today. They keep me grounded and fill my life with love and happiness. Again, I am extremely lucky to have the kids I have. They are truly awesome little people.

Then there brings the fabulous friends and family that I have in my life. My parents have been married for 32 years and still get along (and I’m thinking better than ever now that they finally have the house to themselves and Mom has made some comments that I’d rather not have heard).

Now here’s the part where the wrench gets thrown in, just when every thing is going perfect. My mom called me a week ago and said that they found an abnormality in her breast. Which isn’t unusual, considering that she’s had several mammograms that have come up with abnormalities, but have been nothing.

Today she calls me to tell me she’s going to have to have surgery because the abnormality this time is a solid lump which may be cancerous. They need to perform a biopsy on the lump to find out if it is cancer. Needless to say, we have a history of cancer in our family, typically skin cancer and breast cancer. My Grandma, who died two years ago, had breast cancer back in 1995 and lived another eight years after she underwent radiation, kemo and a lumpectomy. I was lucky to have her in my life as long as I did. I love her very much.

So, this is life, and I just have to roll with the punches and deal with these things as they come. I am very close with my mom, and I’m trying to be optimistic, however, it’s hard to do that when I’m also a realist and know the history of my family and that these things usually turn out to be cancer.
I’m doing my best to keep my hopes up. It’s not easy. Please say a prayer for her.

HAPPY HOLIDAYS! MERRY CHRISTMAS!

2005-12-23T09:12:00.000-08:00

MERRY CHRISMAHANAKWANZA! MERRY WHATEVERRELIGIONYOUARE!

Off today at 11.

Gonna finish my Christmas shopping.

Gonna spend the rest of the day wrapping them.

While drinking some yummy Almond Chapaigne.

I'll be toasted and horny by the time David comes home.

Or napping.

Anyways...Here's some pics of my and the Ardenettes!

BTW... They announced yesterday that my company has been sold to GE and Trizek. The transaction should happen by the end of the first quarter. I should still have a job when all is said and done. Who knows what will happen. I'm not gonna stress over it. Things happen and I've been through this before.

Enjoy the pics!

WHAT'S GOING ON?

2005-12-19T11:37:00.000-08:00

Here’s a re-cap of what my life has been like the past couple of weeks, considering I don’t have a free moment to write an actual entry anymore.

Works continued to be crazy, as my boss is still officing at another property. So I’m totally missing out on some much needed training. I’m doing my best, but I know there are things that I should be doing that I haven’t been taught yet, and she doesn’t have the time to teach me.

FuckHead was sentenced to two year in the state pen. I was surprised he didn’t get at least five. However, according to his mom, the DA wanted to just give him 4 months in county and the judge said Hell No! and gave him two years. Which means he’ll be out in a year with good behavior.

We got 3rd place in our company’s holiday talent show. We were robbed out of second which I felt we truly deserved. But, like they say..skin to win. Belly dancers got second, and first place was a band who sand Sweet Child o Mine by Guns N Roses, and they really did a great job and rocked the house. However, I felt that since this band does the same kind of act every year, and we had original lyrics and sang and dance, we could have even possibly got first. But the thing was rigged. Third place however, put an additional $500 bucks in my pocket, plus the three hundred dollar bills that handed out at the front door of the party. $800 for a night isn’t too shabby.

SOOOO BUSY

2005-12-06T08:51:00.000-08:00

I guess the saying "You should be careful what you wish for" is true. I used to complain that I didn't have anything to do. Now I have too much to do.

Since the new PM they were going to switch with my boss got fired, and they still moved my boss over to the other properties, I've basically been running the show, with my not-even-two-months of experience.

Yesterday was the first day I've seen my boss in two weeks.

So yes, I've been quite busy.

Barely taking a lunch...just long enough to eat.

Working late.

And learning as much as I possibly can.

I really don't have time to even write this, but I figured since I got that nice message from Mallory, I'd take 5 minutes to give you all a low-down on what's been going on.

Last weekend I went to Bakersfield, where my cousin and her husband were visiting. Her husband just got back from Iraq about 2 months ago. They live in North Carolina, and came out to Cali to visit us all. We had so much fun. I love hanging out with them. Can't wait until they move closer. I've posted a few pics of Eric when he was in Iraq. We had fun bagging on him. He's an easy target, and a good sport about it.

David and the kids are doing great. David is just as awesome as always. I came home last night to a clean kitchen! Plus he cleaned the kids room, had laundry going and even vacuumed the house. Ladies, guys like this don't come around much. Luckily I snatched him up before someone else got her dirty little paws on him.

I'll try to post more when/if things slow down. Sorry I haven't even stopped by my usual blogs to catch up on what's been happening with you all. Take Care!

CHANGES

2005-11-23T11:18:00.000-08:00

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!

WHERE'S AUNT FLOW?

2005-11-18T12:03:00.000-08:00

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!

STRESS

2005-11-16T16:17:00.000-08:00

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….

Negative!

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.

I CAN'T WATCH ANYTHING!

2005-11-15T12:50:00.000-08:00

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.

MAN IS JAILED AFTER STOLEN PICKUP PROBE

2005-11-10T16:00:00.000-08:00

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!

DON'T DROP THE SOAP!

2005-11-09T08:31:00.000-08:00

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.

IT'S JUST ONE OF THOSE DAYS

2005-11-08T09:00:00.000-08:00

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?

BOYS

2005-11-07T11:34:00.000-08:00

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!

LOOK FAMILIAR?

2005-11-04T08:24:00.000-08:00

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

HAPPY FRIDAY!

PSYCHIC DREAMS?

2005-11-03T11:39:00.000-08:00

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.

OOMPA LOOMPA DIPETY DO

2005-10-31T12:37:00.000-08:00

The moment you've all been waiting for.....

David's payback from making him dress up in a hotpink leopard print caveman costume last year....

Here's what I look like, as an Oompa Loompa.....

And that's David as Willy Wonka. Only I like to call him Willy Wanka.

We went to 2 parties that were an hour from each other. I lost my buzz from the first party by the time we got to the second. But I made sure to make up for that lost hour of drinking. After making a brief appearance at that party, we headed back to the first party. This is the party I go to every year and it's always a ton of fun. I made sure to take a drink to go this time, so that I didn't lose my buzz. David was the designated, because that was the only way I'd agree to go to the other party.

Tonight, David is going to Orange County to take DJ trick-or-treating. There's NO WAY possible I could leave work early enough to go with them, since I've only been at my new job for 3 weeks. So I'm taking the kids, with one of my neighbors trick-or-treating around our neighborhood, and hopefully we can get back home in time to pass out some candy to the late comers. My son is dressing up as Dracula and my daughter is dressing as a Witch. Pretty traditional, but that's what they wanted.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!

ER'BODY IN THE CLUB GETTIN TIPSEY

2005-10-28T11:02:00.000-07:00

Last night was David’s networking group’s wine tasting event in Del Mar. That’s right…Wine Tasting! Plus, I am officially in the “biz” now, and just got my new business cards yesterday, just in time.

I arrived about 15 minutes before David got there, and was greeted so cheerfully by some of the girls that I have met from previous events. They really are an awesome group. I was led straight to the wine, and they weren’t stingy on the servings of wine. If you’ve ever gone to a true wine tasting, they just give you a gulp of wine usually. Well, this place filled your glass! Now that’s what I’m talking about.

I barely saw David the entire time, since I was busy meeting new people and catching up with others that I’ve met before. I gave away all of my business cards and collected a ton, most of which I’ll probably never use, but it was fun to actually be part of the group.

After a few glasses of wine, I was feeling pretty good. Then I came across this guy who does all of the marketing material for the group, he was pretty tipsy himself, then he had the bright idea that we should do tequila shots. Even though I knew better, the peer pressure got the best of me, and I gave in. Well, everybody else was doing it!

After the tequila, I decided upon my better judgment, that it’s time to start drinking water. After all, it was after 8, and I told my neighbors that I’d be picking up the kids between 8:30 and 9. I told David that it would be best if he drove me home and took me to get my car in the morning, even though it will be a huge inconvenience on his part, but it will be an even bigger inconvenience for me to get a DUI.

We picked the kids up at 9:30, however I called them and let them know that we were running late, but on our way. We arrived home and the kids had been taken out to pizza and had a bag full of candy and prizes. I told them next time, they can babysit me, if I get to go out for pizza and get bags full of candy and prizes! They are like the best babysitters in the world!

They were playing Charlie and The Chocolate Factory when we walked in, and the funny part about that is I am going as an Oompa Loompa for Halloween as payback from the costume I made David wear last year. Of course David is going to be Willy Wanka. Oops, I mean Willy Wonka. Only he’s going to be the Johnny Depp version of Willy Wonka and I’m going to be an OG Oompa Loompa, Yes I will be totally humiliated and want to hide in that costume, but I’m trying to be a good sport about it, because now it’s ON! David is going to look so cute in his pink slutty bunny costume next year.

FEEL LIKE MAKIN' LOVE

2005-10-26T14:39:00.000-07:00

Monday night, I wanted to make love, however neither of us were really up to it, and David hasn’t really been feeling good, and I’ve been to the point of utter exhaustion by the time 9:00 rolls around. My head hits the pillow and I’m out for the count. BUT to me, making love to my man is VERY important. And the fact that I always attack him, is one of the many things he loves about me, and brags to his friends about. Of course they all think once we’re married, it’ll stop. I feel that as long as our relationship stays at this level of trust, respect, and love, I can’t see why it would ever stop. We have the key elements that make a healthy lasting relationship.

So Monday night, David comes to bed with me, just so we can make love, turns on the TV, and then starts laughing at America’s Funniest Videos. I’m naked, laying next to him, expecting him to do SOMETHING and at the same time, he’s expecting me to make the moves. Of course I get a little bent, and turn over and act like I’m going to fall asleep. He then exclaims that if I want it I have to take it. (Because I have the man so spoiled that’s what he’s used to). I then inform him that it’s kind of hard to “take it” when he’s more involved with Americas Funniest Videos than he is me, and I’m tired and need a little more help.

He turned off the TV, got up, put on his shorts and left the room with the lights still on. However, he closed the door. Now I’m really pissed because the lights are on, I didn’t get any, and I have to get up and turn them the lights off. I was more pissed about having to get up and turn off the light, than not getting some, just because I was so flippen tired. He came back in the room after hearing me yell at him to turn off the light. And like the good boy that he is, he turned off the light, got naked and climbed into bed with me and made the best love to me. He’s really lucky he gave it up, or else he would have me to reckon with the next day when I was all rested.
Last night, he put me to bed and the intensity of our love making sessions has been absolutely incredible the past two nights. The passion has been so intense, it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. The way he kisses me, the way he touches me and the way he moves in me, ever so softly, and with a slowness that leaves me begging for more. To me, the hugest turn-on is being teased with his dick. I can’t even express how hot that gets me. I can’t wait for more tonight!

The way he's been looking at me lately, is like he's found this new or deeper love for me and it's awesome!

SICK WEEKEND

2005-10-24T10:04:00.000-07:00

I’ve definitely had better weekends. Friday, I finished up my New Employee Orientation in LA, which was a total bore, however, I did learn some stuff, so it wasn’t a total waste, and the food was really good, I left LA at 5, made it to Orange County to pick up DJ (David’s son) by 7, and got home around 8:30. DJ was sick. So before we got home, I stopped at the store to pick up a few things and get him some medicine. As I was looking for what I wanted to get him, he stated that he can only take non-flavored medicine because the flavored kind makes him throw up. All children’s medicine is flavored! So I immediately called his mom to find out what she gives him. Of course she didn’t answer, so I left her a voice mail, and told him he’s going to take what I give him.

As soon as I got home, she called me back and told me to tell him that he’s going to take what I give him, because she said. Then she told me that he makes himself throw up because he doesn’t like the way it tastes. GREAT! She did offer to pick him up, but I told her that I’m a mom too and can totally take care of it.

He took the medicine I bought, with mucho hesitation Friday night. He woke up Saturday morning with a fever and coughing his poor little head off, gagging with his head in the toilet, refusing to take the medicine. I left David to take care of the situation while I went back to the store and purchased more medicine. I got chewable children’s Tylenol and chewable Motrin, and the Triamenic strips for his cough and runny nose, hoping that he would take any of it.

I got home and immediately gave him the Tylenol to help bring down his fever. David had a wet washcloth in his head. Luckily, DJ didn’t think the Tylenol tasted too bad and took it with very little trouble. Within an hour, his fever was down, and it stayed down for the rest of Saturday and Sunday. Thank God!
Of course David isn’t feeling well either, and spent the weekend on the couch. Since I hadn’t seen him for a couple days, I spent the time I wasn’t taking care of DJ and my own kids, attacking David and smothering him with love. It’s hard to get it on with 3 kids in the house, so of course we waited until they were in bed and sound asleep. I hate having to be quiet, but what can you do when you have little ears in the house that you want to keep innocent for as long as possible?

TRAINING IN LA

2005-10-21T14:23:00.000-07:00

I've been in New Employee Training for the past 2 days. Luckily they gave us computers to use for today, however, the computer training that I'm receiving is boring as hell and I already am famliar with what is being taught. YAWN! Sill waiting for something I don't know.

Since I'm in LA, I had my cousin come visit me last night and we went to dinner and ordered a bottle of wine, plus had a few beers. We had so much fun talking about old times and about when we were kids and how she made me french kiss the neighbor when I was 7. Of course I looked up to her and wanted to make her happy, so I did what she said. So because of her, I french kissed at the age of 7. sick!

Can't wait to get home tonight and see David. Since I'm in LA it's going to take me around 3 hours to get home because traffic is going to suck big hairy balls. I'm stopping in OC to pick up DJ to save David from the trip.
Have a great weekend!

FINALLY GETTIN' SOME

2005-10-18T08:13:00.000-07:00

David is finally back! He was gone for 6 whole freakin days and lemme tell you, it wasn’t easy going that long without him or without sex. It took me a whole 10 minutes to jump his bones. It helped that as soon as I hugged him, I purposely rubbed up against him and could feel that he was just as excited to see me.

I told the kids to go clean their room. Then acted as if I was going in my room to change and made David come with me. I locked the door behind him and threw his ass on the bed and immediately pounced on him. It was the most incredible feeling to feel him again. Then we went at it again as soon as the kids went to bed. I feel much better now.

The job is going great. I really love it so far. They are sending me to LA for two days for new employee orientation. I’m leaving Wednesday night and coming home Friday night. Not really all that excited about leaving David now that I just got him back, but I have to go. David will have to take care of the kids all by himself. That should be interesting, but I’m sure he’ll do just fine, and call me a bunch.
Now that David is home, hopefully he’ll have the laptop set up tonight so I can catch up on reading all my favorite blogs. Take care.

WHAT A WEEK!

2005-10-16T14:36:00.000-07:00

I started my new job on Monday. Well, kind of. I was sent home sick. I went in and couldn't even talk, so I got sent home. She told me to rest because we were going to have a very busy day on Tuesday. I went home and slept for most of the day.

David left on Tuesday to go to the Jet Ski races with his buddies and has been gone all week. I wasn't happy about the trip because it was just the worst timing in the world. Here I start my new job and I have the kids to worry about if I'm going to be able to get them in time because the HAVE to be picked up by 6 and they are in two different locations. I was sick on top of that, and he's leaving me! They plan this trip every year for Boys Week. Whatever. David also took the laptop from home leaving me without a computer, which is why I haven't been able to blog all week. I'm too scared to blog from work, since where I'm situated, anyone could walk behind me and see that I don't have work on my monitor.

Anyways, so my weeks been extremely hectic getting up at the ass crack of dawn (5:30 ish), dropping off Collin at before school care, dropping off Bre at school and sitting in traffic for an hour, barely making it to work by 8 am. Then working all day, feeling like shit, and sitting in more traffic and barely making it back in time to get the kids picked up. Unfortunately my backup was on vacation. I knew my neighbors would help me out if I really needed them to, but that resource was in Jamaica for 9 days. And my other neighbor doesn't get off work until 6, so she's no help. But, I did it all on my own, and I'm finally starting to not feel sick anymore.

Since David was gone this weekend, I came home to visit my family and friends. I spent the night at Jenill and Joey's last night. A little piece of advise, if you over at their house, make your own drinks. Two of their drinks and you'll be puking your guts out praying to the porcelain God. I knew they were strong, but I hit that wall where I suddenly had no control of my actions and temporary memory loss. For example:

I guess I talked to my sister last night about her date. I don't remember doing this. I called her this morning to see how the date went and she was like "You're joking right? We already had that conversation". So I sat there and thought about it for a minute and couldn't bring that information from my memory bank to surface. It's lost. I made her retell me what happened, and she gave me the version of me making fun of the poor guy for having a fucked up front grill.

Luckily, one of Joey's friends also spent the night, and was able to assist me with my puking. Jenill and Joey both slept through the ordeal. I don't know if I was even nice about giving orders to Joey's friend, but he brought me paper towels and water anyways. It would have been nice if I had my hair clip, but I was able to manage from getting puke in my hair without it.

I haven't had a chance to keep up with anyone's blogs, hopefully, after I'm done having marathon sex with David, (this is the longest we've gone without having sex) I'll get some time to do that. I miss everyone and I'll be commenting on your blogs soon!

ciao!

SENT HOME ON MY FIRST DAY

2005-10-10T10:13:00.000-07:00

Woke up at 5:45

Left the house at 7

Dropped both kids off at school

Got to work at 8

She sent me home because I barely have a voice

THAT SUCKS!!!!

She said..... "If you're sick, we don't want you here". Only she was really nice about it and even added "You look really nice".

I said...... "I couldn't call in on my first day".

Then she told me what she had planned for the day and how we were going on a landscape walk, and she was going to take me around to all the other properties and after lunch she was going to have me sit with one of the other girls so she can show me some basic stuff I need to know.

Tomorrow we're having coffee with the tenants in the morning.

I'm so exctied to begin my new career and just my luck I get sick.

I woke up yesterday morning and my voice was barely a squeek. But I had a birthday party to throw together and a large group of people were arriving around 2 and a million things to do. I don't have time to be sick.

Collin's birthday party was great. There were more people than I expected, and Collin made out like a bandit. Of course his Dad didn't show. But his Nana and Papa did.

I was exhausted by the time everyone went home and took a nap from 6 pm to 7:30. David was a sweetheart and ordered Pizza, so I didn't have to cook. I had Soup. If I'm skipping Pizza for Soup then you KNOW I'm sick.

Now, I'm going to take some meds, drink some hot green tea and rest for tomorrow.

OUTTA HERE

2005-10-07T09:55:00.000-07:00

Today is my last day here and I couldn't be more excited to start my new career on Monday. The only thing I'm dreading is getting up at 5:30 am every morning. That part does not excite me at all. I am NOT a morning person by any means. But, you gotta do whatcha gotta do.

And David is going away next week for 5 days, and I'm extremely nervous about being able to pick up the kids in time. Hopefully, my mom will be able to help me out and come stay with me for a few days. I was going to ask my neighbor if she could at least pick up my daughter for me, but she left on vacation yesterday and is going to be gone for 9 days. So, I'm basically screwed if there's any traffic coming home, and there will be.

David's like..."Just talk to your boss and tell her you'll make up the time next week". I'm all..."HELLLLOOOOOO, not a good thing to ask for on your first week!"

I wish he just wouldn't go! As if that's going to happen.

Sunday is Collin's birthday party. I'm wondering if my ex will show up. If he doesn't he's an even bigger ass than I thought he was.

Have a great weekend!

I GIVE UP for now

2005-10-06T11:10:00.000-07:00

Being the nice mom that I am, I told my son last night that his father had called the night before to wish him a happy birthday, but he was sleeping and I didn't want to wake him up. Then I asked him if he'd like to call his dad.

Of course he did. You should of seen the look on his face when he found out his dad had called, and the tears welling up in his eyes.

I found Fuckheads number in my cell and pressed send and handed the phone to my son. Of course it went straight to voicemail, so Collin left the sweetest message on Fuckheads voicemail that made my eyes well up with tears..

"Hi Dad, I'm calling you back. I guess your busy. I love you so so so so much."

Then he added a bunch of kisses.

You would think after hearing a message like the the fucker would call back.

Well, he didn't.

It breaks my heart. And as a mother, I want to make his father have an active part in my kids life, because I can see the hurt it's causing for him not to be there.

Fortunately, I don't know what its like, because my parents have been married for 32 years, and my grandparents were married for over 55 years. But I am seeing it first hand, and it really sucks because it doesn't have to be this way.

Yesterday I wrote an email to my ex's girlfriend. I befriended her when Fuckhead was missing and she's the one I went to Laughlin with when I met David. She knows about most of the stuff Fuckhead pulled when we were married, and about all the lies, and all of the shit he pulled after I left him, but yet she still wants to be with him. I think she's one of those people who feels the need to "save" somebody.

Well, I've got news for you sister, you can't "save" him, you can't change him. He is who he is, and he's FUCKED UP! As long as you are with him, you will have nothing. You will have to continually bail him out of his scams. The man is thousand and thousands and thousands of dollars in debt, and only a miracle of winning the lottery will get him out of it. He is an alcholoic and will always put alcohol before you, before his kids and before himself. Alcoholics are extremely selfish, and are liars. Hopefully it won't take you 8 years to leave him, like it did me.

Because I know this, I guess you can say it makes it easier on me to not try to figure out why he doesn't call the kids, why he doesn't help support them. I knew this would happen. But the kids don't know this, however my daughter is starting to figure him out.

I told my daughter yesterday that her dad had called to wish Collin a happy birthday last night but it was after they had gone to bed. She said to me "What excuse did he use this time, because I know he always has an excuse". Obviously, she's learning.

COMMUNICATION 101

2005-10-06T03:49:00.000-07:00

I've always told my friends and family that if David and I ever have any problems, communication is going to be it. And I was right.

Lately, David and I have had a few "disagreement" due to his inability to fully explain what he means, and me having to try to fill in the blanks or suddenly become a mind reader. I am not a mind reader. In fact, what woman can actually read a mans mind unless he's staring at her boobs and has a hard on, I think that one speaks for it's self.

Let me further explain:

Example #1: David is planning a boys trip to Havasu and is leaving next week. He originally told me he was leaving on the 25th. Which I wasn't exactly happy about, but delt. Anyways, then he tells me, oh I think we're leaving on the 18th. In which I really wasn't happy about, because I was informed by my new employer that I will have to go to LA for 2 days of training and will be put up in a hotel that week. Who's going to take care of the kids????? We got into it about that a little, so I called my mom and she agreed to come and take care of the kids for me while I'm in training.

A few days pass and I'm leaving for work and David is on the phone with "one of the guys". I receive a call from David shortly after, and he told me that he's actually leaving on the 11th instead, he got the dates wrong. This is my first week at my new job. I don' t know if I'm going to be able to get home in time to pick the kids up by 6, and I need him more than ever, and he's leaving on the SAME WEEK I START MY NEW JOB!

Needless to say, I am NOT happy about this. It's just NOT good timing. I called my mom, and she just might be able to come stay with me and the kids when David is gone, just for back up.

Oh did I mention, David will be in Havasu for 5 days!?

Really not happy about that. Especially when last year he told me I could go. But now that we're engaged, etc. I can't go. But I couldn't go even if I wanted to with the new job and with the kids in school. He said next year, all the wives are invited. Yah we'll see.

Example #2: I help David out with flyers for his networking group. Well, he wants to send the flyer along with a map and sponsorship flyer as a mass email. He sends me the documents with these instructions:

Here Hun,
Hook it up like the golf one were the attachments are at the top. The sheets will be open and I can put a message.

HUH???? First of all, you can't have 3 separate attachments open in one document. You have to make them one document for them to be open. And the "golf one" I did 6 months ago, as one document, I didn't have 3 documents to work off of.

So I basically told him his instructions sucked and I didn't understand exactly what he wanted. The problem is, he didn't know either, and became frustrated with me because I didn't remember what the "golf one" was from 6 months ago. And I was frustrated with him for not knowing or explaining what he wanted.

Something similar happened like this last time he asked me to do something for his networking group, because I didn't understand exactly what he wanted and his directions weren't clear and I guess maybe I didn't ask him in the nicest way what he wanted. I guess when it comes to designing things, he's clueless and I just have to realize that and do what I think is right, because he's always happy with the outcome. It's just getting there that's the hard part.

See, our relationship isn't exactly PERFECT. Hopefully, these kind of things will be the biggest issues we have.

TRUTH..NO DARE

2005-10-05T10:59:00.000-07:00

Have you ever…..??
(X) Smoked a joint
( ) Done cocaine
(X) Been in love .. STILL AM
(X) Been dumped – I THINK SO
(X) Shoplifted
(X) Been fired
(X) Had feelings for someone who didn't have them back - MY FRESHMEN YEAR OF HIGHSCHOOL
( ) Been arrested
(X) Made out with a stranger
(X) Gone on a blind date
(X) Lied to a friend
( ) Had a crush on a teacher
( ) Been to Europe
( ) Seen someone die - ALMOST, I LEFT THE ROOM
( ) Been to Canada
(X) Been to Mexico
(X ) Thrown up in a bar
( ) Seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show
( ) Purposely set a part of yourself on fire
(X ) Been snowboarding
(X) Met a celebrity - SEVERAL
(X) Met someone from the internet in person - SEVERAL, INCLUDING EB72
( ) Been moshing at a concert
( ) Gone backstage at a concert
(X) Laid outside in the grass and watched cloud shapes go by
(X) Made a snow angel
(X) Flown a kite (
(X) Cheated while playing a game
(X) Been lonely
(X) Fallen asleep at work - AT LUNCH IN THE CONFERENCE ROOM
(X) Fallen asleep at school - I TOOK NAPS DAILY
(X) Used a fake ID
(X) Been kicked out of a bar - RUM JUNGLE IN VEGAS ESCORTED THOUGH THE BACK...HEEHEE
(X) Felt an earthquake - HELLOOOOOO, I LIVE IN CALIFORNIA
(X) Touched a snake … USED TO OWN ONE
( ) Read “War and Peace”
(X) Slept beneath the stars
( ) Been robbed
(X) Won a contest
(X) Run a red light
(X) Been suspended from school - FOR FIGHTING
( ) Had braces
(X) Felt like an outcast
( ) Eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night
(X) Had déjà vu
(X) Totaled a car - THREE
( ) Stolen a car
(X) Hated the way you look
( ) Witnessed a crime
(X) Been to a strip club
( ) Been to the opposite side of the world
(X) Swam in the ocean
( ) Felt like dying
(X) Cried yourself to sleep
(X) Sung karaoke - I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE KARAOKE
(X) Paid for a meal with only coins - AT DEL TACO OR TACO BELL
(X) Done something you told yourself you wouldn't
(X) Made prank phone calls
(X) Caught a snowflake on your tongue
(X) Been kissed under the mistletoe
( ) Had a bonfire on the beach
( ) Crashed a party
( ) Seen a tornado
(X) Had a wish come true
( ) Gone bungee jumping - I'VE ALWAYS WANTED TO THOUGH
( ) Gone parasailing
( ) Gone sky diving
(X) Screamed in public --on a roller coaster
(X) Told a complete stranger you loved them - I WAS VERY DRUNK AT THE TIME
(X) Had a one night stand
(X) Kissed a mirror
(X) Had a dream that you married someone
( ) Gotten your fingers stuck together with super glue
( ) Been a cheerleader
(X) Sat on a roof top
(X) Talked on the phone for more than 6 hours straight
(X) Stayed up all night
(X ) Not taken a shower for three days – CAMPING
( ) Made contact with a ghost while playing a Ouija board
(X) Had more than 30 pairs of shoes at a time
( ) Gone streaking
(X) Been skinny dipping
(X) Been pushed into a pool/lake with all your clothes on
(X) Had sex in a public or semi-public place
(X) Been kissed by a complete stranger
( ) Broken a bone
( ) Caught a butterfly
(X) Mooned/flashed
(X) Had someone moon/flash you
(X) Cheated on a test
(X) Forgotten someone's name - HAPPENS ALL THE TIME
(X) Slept naked - EVERYDAY
(X) Gone white water rafting
( ) Seen the Grand Canyon

CAN'T EVEN MAKE A PHONE CALL

2005-10-05T09:51:00.000-07:00

You would think that since yesterday was Collin's birthday, he would of at least received a call from his dad right???

At 11:00 pm my phone rings.

It was him.

I answer, and I'm not happy.

He starts telling me that he was working all day and left his phone at home.

I'm sorry, for one, I' m sure he could of found a phone somewhere.

Two, HE'S WORKING??? Then why the hell can't he help support the kids?

I just let him know, it was too late and I wasn't going to wake up Collin because his dad forgot to call earlier.

He then started screaming at me, so I hung up and he called back, so I turned off my phone.

Fuck that pieceofshit asshole cumsucking goodfornothing motherfucker.

Can you tell, I'm a little pissed?

INVITED

2005-10-04T11:20:00.000-07:00

The world works in mysterious ways. I received a call at 4:45 pm yesterday from my neighbor inviting me to get a pedicure with her and the other neighbor. What's the word where you talk about something and then it happens? I don't know, but how strange huh?

Of course I accepted, even though it's only been about a week since my last pedicure, but a girl can never have too many pedicures right?

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY LITTLE BOY

2005-10-04T11:12:00.000-07:00

7 years ago, at 7:30 am I walked (or ummm wobbled) into the maternity ward of the hospital where I was scheduled to be endused. I found a group of bored nurses waiting eagerly for their next patient. I was pleased to see one of the nurses, Suda (yes I still remember her name) and as soon as she saw me she said "She's MINE!"

I had Suda as my nurse just 3 months earlier when I was admitted to the hospital for a really bad kidney infection. She was an AWESOME nurse. Very caring and I just loved her.

Suda walked me into my room and immediately went to work hooking me up to the I.V.'s. By 11:30 am, my healthy little baby boy was born.

He has been such a joy in my life, and I couldn't imagine my world without him.

HAPPY 7TH BIRTHDAY COLLIN! YOU ROCK!

LEFT OUT

2005-10-03T09:46:00.000-07:00

Friday night with David was one of the funnest nights we've had together in a long time. After I dropped the kids off, I came home and we had Sushi and wine. Then we had a few Hurricanes and got our buzz on. We were both feeling pretty playful and ended up having a water fight in bed, then had some really great sex. He was so dominating. I love it when he takes control and just flips me around and makes me do what he wants. It's so much fun.

Anyways..Saturday, our original plan was to clean house. We didn't get much done, but did at least accomplish some of it. Here comes the part in where I felt left out. I wanted to go to the mall and buy myself a new outfit for my job. David wanted to work on something in the garage, so I thought maybe my neighbor would go with me. I found out that her and my other neighbor (the one that I had the little tiff with) were out together, so I went shopping alone.

I was at the mall, and getting ready to leave, when I got a call from David. He was downstairs watching the fight with the guys (my neighbors boyfriend and the other one's husband) and wanted me to bring them all something to eat. I got the food and David met me outside to help me bring it in. I asked him where the girls were and he said they went to the bar but told me to hang out and have a beer.

Obviously I was hurt that they didn't invite me, so I just dropped off the food and went upstairs. They were trying to get me to stay, but I was actually very upset and didn't want to watch the fight or hang out with the "husbands" while their wife’s were out together.

David and I had originally made plans to watch some movies together Saturday night, but since the fight was on, and I knew he wanted to see it, I just went upstairs, by myself, ate my dinner and watched TV. David came home immediately after the fight was over and we talked about it. I was really upset. The problem is, I work with all men right now, so that makes it hard to have any "girl" friends. I was hoping to befriend my neighbors, but since our tiff, things have been different. They don't invite me over anymore and I know they party together all the time, because I can hear them. It just hurts to be excluded when I need friends now more than ever. All my friends live 2 hours away.

David and I watched the movie and went to bed. I was so upset I wasn't even in the mood to make love which sucks because there are only 4 days out of the month when we don't have the kids in the house and we can be as loud as we want to, and this was one of those nights and it was ruined.

Anyways, enough with my pity party. David, of course is so supportive and loving and tried his best to make me feel better, and told me he won't get his hair cut by the other neighbor anymore. I told him, I don't want it to look like it bothers me, and she does a good job, so he should continue to get his hair cut by her.

I'm not the type to call them and invite myself. I feel that if they make plans, and they want me along, then they will call me. Right?

WHAT TO DO

2005-10-03T03:16:00.000-07:00

My son's birthday party is this coming Sunday, at my house. Here's the problem, and I know I've created it for myself, but I can't help how I feel....

I invited my ex-inlaws to the party. I've been contiplating on weather or not to invite my ex-husband and I know I should, and I will invite him, but GOD I don't want to.

I have to be the grown up here and do what's right for my son, because it's important for his dad to be at his birthday party, but it sucks because his dad doesn't help support his own children what-so-ever and I'm going to be paying 100% for the party, while he's in my house, eating the pizza and cake that I payed for.

I'm sure it sounds petty, but hell, I haven't receieved a dime from the asshole since November of 2003. Oh wait, I take that back, he paid for one of my daughters Jazzersize classes, which was $27.

You don't know how bad I want to call him and tell him that if he wants to come, he can pay for 1/2 of the party. I won't do it, but I want to soooooo freakin bad. I'm just trying to calm down enough to where I don't start yelling at him and saying all kind of shitty stuff to him for not calling the kids once since they've started school or calling me to see when the kids are coming out to visit or ANYTHING!!!!!!! He's lucky he has his mom, because if it weren't for her, I'm sure he wouldn't even see the kids at all.

OK my venting is over and I think I feel better, I'm going to call the asshole and tell him about the party.

After work.

Just in case.

ONE WEEK DOWN....ONE TO GO

2005-09-30T10:39:00.000-07:00

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

2005-09-29T09:25:00.000-07:00

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!

IT'S BEEN A GOOD YEAR

2005-09-27T09:09:00.000-07:00

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

2005-09-26T11:12:00.000-07:00

Meet Rebecca in today's Whos that Girl

ROASTING GRANDPA

2005-09-26T09:19:00.000-07:00

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!

POT LUCK

2005-09-23T10:07:00.000-07:00

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.

WHO'S THAT GIRL #4

2005-09-22T17:02:00.000-07:00

Meet Juilette on today's Who's That Girl

GRANDPA

2005-09-22T10:08:00.000-07:00

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.

THE HARPER VALLEY PTA

2005-09-21T10:29:00.000-07:00

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.

Sincerely,

Totally Grossed Out Employee

Meet Laurie in today's Who's That Girl

STORMY WEATHER

2005-09-20T13:59:00.000-07:00

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

WHO'S THAT GIRL

2005-09-19T11:45:00.000-07:00

PLAY THE "WHO'S THAT GIRL" GAME!

WAITING, WONDERING, WISHING

2005-09-19T09:32:00.000-07:00

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!

WISH ME LUCK

2005-09-16T09:26:00.000-07:00

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.

WISH ME LUCK!

RESPECT FOR OTHERS PROPERTY

2005-09-15T14:37:00.000-07:00

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.

Sincerely,

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

I'M TOO SEXY FOR MY FUR

2005-09-15T12:37:00.000-07:00

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.

RE-BONDING AND A NEW BEGINNING

2005-09-14T09:58:00.000-07:00

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.

JOB SEARCH UPDATE

2005-09-13T11:17:00.000-07:00

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!

I GOT FLOWERS!!!!!!!!

2005-09-13T10:03:00.000-07:00

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,

David

How could I not love this man?

DON'T' CRY OVER SPILLED PUNCH

2005-09-12T09:24:00.000-07:00

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 ;-)

1 YEAR ANNIVERSARY PARTY WEEKEND

2005-09-09T09:35:00.000-07:00

CHAPTER 3

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........

Sooooooo

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.

1 YEAR ANNIVERSARY PARTY WEEKEND

2005-09-07T09:57:00.000-07:00

CHAPTER 2

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.

1 YEAR ANNIVERSARY PARTY WEEKEND

2005-09-06T09:25:00.000-07:00

CHAPTER 1

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.

ONE YEAR DOWN, A LIFE TIME TO GO.....

2005-09-01T09:30:00.000-07:00

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!

KIDS FIRST DAY RE-CAP

2005-08-30T10:45:00.000-07:00

Of course I was worried for nothing. Bre said her day flew by and that she liked her school. She didn't really talk to anybody for most of the day, but met a few girls in her after school program. And she ate lunch alone. Hopefully that won't last long.

One thing that pissed me off was that they aren't allowed to wear hooded sweatshirts at school because some of the kids will put them over their heads and sleep in class. Of course I think that is ridiculous, and wrote her a note to give to any teacher who gave her crap for wearing a hooded sweatshirt. It's cold in the morning and as far as I'm concerned, she needs a sweatshirt in the morning and ALL of hers happend to have hoods on them. That's how they are made! I'm a rebel at heart anyways, so I'll be looking forward to a phone call from the school about this.

My son on the other hand, I had no worries about. He makes friends just as quick as snaping your fingers. My daughter is just more shy and doesn't approach people like my son does. Luckily he had a great day too.

EAST SIDE!

2005-08-30T09:43:00.000-07:00

A FATHERS WORST NIGHTMARE

2005-08-30T09:21:00.000-07:00

David and I were sitting in the living room with my parents on Saturday night. My Dad had a few glasses of wine already, and when he drinks wine, he gets very chatty and likes to crack jokes. I don't know how it came up, but he said out of the blue, "I'm going to read that poem April wrote at your wedding."

As you can imagine, my face instantly turned red and I wanted to crawl in a hole and hide. My computer is at their house and I was having my dad fix it, and I guess curiosity got the best of him when he saw the title of the poem, and read it!

FIRST DAY

2005-08-29T12:59:00.000-07:00

Today was the first day back to school. The kids were excited and nervous at the same time. I think I may have been more nervous about my daughter beginning Middle School. Part of me was sad because Middle School is the beginning of the corruption from her innocence. This is where most kids start on the path of rebellion and doing stuff behind their parents back. I know this because I was one of them. This is the end of my little girl being my little girl and her path to teenagerhood. Tears ran down my face as I was thinking this driving her to school this morning and thinking how cute she looked, and how she still looks and acts like a little girl.

I was also scared because this is the first time she's going from class to class, instead of being in the same class with the same kids all day long. And who's she going to eat lunch with? I know the feeling of being the new kid in school and not having friends to eat lunch with. It sucks. Which is probabally why I don't like eating lunch by myself.

A few weeks ago, we were at the pool and one of my neighbors was there with their little girl who plays with my son. My neighbor was laughing because my son came knocking on their door wearing his pirate halloween costume from last year. I was laughing too because it's cute, and also because I feel if that's what he wants to wear to play outside in, fine by me. Keep them kids as long as possible, your childhood goes by too fast.

Anyways... I can't wait to see them tonight and hear about how their day was and how they like (or don't like) their new schools. I'm just dreading on Bre coming home crying saying that she hates it and doesn't want to go back. That is my worst fear.

Here's Bre at her new school. Remember we live by the beach, and you can literally see the ocean down the street from her school. Doesn't she look cute?

My son's school is about 4 miles more inland and by the time I got him to school, the sun had come out. Here he is by his new classroom.

WORK OUT

2005-08-26T14:58:00.000-07:00

Let's just say that last night, there was no need to go to the gym for a workout. I got one right in my own bed. I worked my abs, legs, arms (as well as other parts ;-) plus got a great cardio workout all at the same time.

It was awesome!

Have a great weekend! Blog at ya on Monday!

A 2 HOUR INTERVIEW IS GOOD RIGHT?

2005-08-25T13:48:00.000-07:00

My interview this morning took 2 hours! It was definately the longest interview I've ever been on, and I'm very confident that I will be hired. I just have to decide if I want to drive all the way down to San Diego every day. That part will be challenging.

The job sounds great and like I'd be a perfect fit in their company. It's for a Project Coordinator for an office furniture company. I'd assist the Sales team with getting out proposals and customer followups, processing new orders and getting them placed with the manufacturer, and coordinating delivery between the customer, manufacturer and deliveries. I'll be working with PEOPLE! There will also be some marketing involved. Since it's a newer company (2 years), and they are growing, there will be room for me to advance.

I just got a call from a Property Manager that David knows, who also lives in our Condo Complex. I sent her my resume last week to for an Assistant Property Manager position that she's hiring for. She said she hasn't been able to get back to me, but didn't want to leave me hanging and that I should expect to get a call from her either tomorrow or Monday so we can schedule an interview. So I guess I'll see what that is all about.

Both jobs pay about the same, and they are both in San Diego so it'll just be what fits me best. Definately looks like I won't be here too much longer. Sorry guys! ;-(

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY LITTLE GIRL

2005-08-25T13:18:00.000-07:00

12 years ago today, I gave birth to the most beautiful little girl in the entire whole wide world. She definately the cutest newborn in the entire hospital, with her bald head, a hint of blonde hair and blue eyes. I've watched her blossom into a taltented, caring, giving, sweet, and happy pre-teen. Yes, my daughter is officially a pre-teen and nobody could be more excited about than than her. Of course, if it were up to me, I would have her start going backwards in age starting at 9, but that's obviously not reality and I can't keep her little forever. But damn I miss those years. She was such a cute kid. Not that she's not now, but it's a different cute.

I wanted to scan her newborn picture, but I forgot it at home because I was in a hurry to leave for my interview this morning. I'll talk about that in another post. Instead, I'll just post some other pictures that I have handy:

This was from her birthday last year:

This was from her Jazzersize Performance. She's the cute one in the middle. Obviously she has the best form.

Her first day of 6th Grade

Me and the kids right after I left their dad. I call this "Our New Family Picture", since it was at the time. I guess this was taken in November of 2003.

BIG DAY TOMORROW

2005-08-24T14:20:00.000-07:00

Tomorrow is my daughters 12th birthday, and I couldn't be feeling any older about it. Not only is she turning 12 tomorrow, she's also entering the 7th grade! I'll post more about her tomorrow, complete with pictures.....

I also have an interview tomorrow with a company that is basically trying to recruit me. David's friend Stephanie works for this company, and has been talking about me to her co-workers and boss, and thinks that I'd fit in perfectly with their company. Well, after meeting her co-workers at the Del Mar Races, they all apparently agreed. The races was on a Thursday, and one of the girls told the boss about me the next day. So he's hearing all kinds of great stuff about me and called me yesterday morning to schedule a time and place for us to meet. We decided to meet tomorrow at 8 am at a Starbucks half way between my office and his.

The job would be a Project Coordinator and I'd be a liazon between customers, the sales team, manufacturer, and deliveries. It sounds like a great job and I'd have to find out if I'd get my own office. I've always wanted my own office. I know that I'd love working there, and all the girls that I've met were great. The only downfall is, it's another 20 miles south from where I'm working right now. Which means approximately 35 miles from home, which means more traffic to deal with. I doubt I'd have the flexabliity that I have at this job.

The upside it, more money (which will ultimately go towards gas and car repairs), working with actual people on a more consistant basis, and I'm sure I'd like the job a lot more than what I'm doing right now.

What I hate, is leaving the guys here stranded. It took corporate foever to hire me, and I'm sure it will take them even longer to find my replacement. Anybody want a job in Escondido?

HOLY MOTHER OF FUCKING SHIT, THAT HURTS!

2005-08-23T12:18:00.000-07:00

The other day I got a waxing kit, intending to wax some of the hair growth that has formed on David's back for our upcoming trip to Laughlin, and to clean up my eyebrows. So last night I get the bright idea of waxing my bikini area. I've never waxed it before, I just shave it all off usually, but I hate that the next day, it's like sandpaper! David calls it the 24 hour shadow. The box said that it's supposed to last up to 8 weeks. I would be happy if it lasted for a week!

I made sure to buy the "Ouchless" wax, which special "soothing" ingredients for sensitive skin. Ouchless my ass! I'm totally considering suing Sally Hansen for false advertising. I'm surprised my entire condo complex didn't call the cops for how loud I screamed when I pulled the strip. It literally felt as though someone was ripping my skin off of me! The last time I felt pain like that, was when I was giving birth. Oh wait, I take that back, giving birth wasn't that painful! (I had the best drugs in the world for that).

After I ripped the strip off of my bikini area, immediately you can see the blood rushing to the surface, and I immediately thought, "I just totally injured myself, BAD"! Tears came rushing to my eyes and David came to see if I was ok. Then he looked down and said "And you want to do that to my back! That looks dangerous!"

Luckily I was smart enough to do it 2 weeks before I HAVE to get into a bathing suit for Laughlin, so my poor skin has time to heal. It looks like I have a long blood blister on my bikini area. I only did one side, because like hell if I'm going to do the other, AND I can still feel hair! Most of it is gone, but it didn't get it all. I'm pissed!

So tell me what experiences have you had with bikini waxing?

CONFRONTATION & APOLOGIES

2005-08-21T22:13:00.000-07:00

Friday David went to pick up D.J. for the weekend. D.J. has two female cousins that are very close to him (ages 6 & 9), and when they heard that my kids were going to be here too, they wanted to come. So David piled the 3 kids in the car and drove them to our house.

Luckily one of my closest friends, Rosa, was coming out to see me Friday night, so she brought my kids with her, which saved me over 3 hours of driving. Thank GOD for friends! I was kind of worried that she was going to flake on me and not come out, because that would totally be just like her, but she showed up around 9:30 pm with my kids!!!!!

After Rosa arrived, David sat with us and chatted for a few minutes before heading downstairs to our coolest neighbors ever, for a poker party and left Rosa and I with the 5 kids. I cracked open a bottle of wine, and gave Rosa a beer. After chatting some more, we decided to head downstairs so she could meet my neighbors. We hung out for 10 minutes and headed back up to check on the kids. After a while, we were catching a buzz and could hear the laughter from downstairs and decided it was David's turn to come up and hang with the kids while we had some more adult interaction.

I made the kids go to bed around 1 am and Rosa crashed shortly after them. So I went back downstairs with another glass of wine, and hung out with the neighbors. (Oh! I forgot to mention that some other neighbors that live directly across from us were the. Because that's the important part on where the confrontation comes in.) So we were drinking, and I was watching them play poker. Next thing you know my big mouth starts blabbing and I guess I said something that totally pissed off my neighbor that lives across from me. (We'll call her Drew, because she reminds me SOOOOOO much of Drew Barrymore).

Drew is a hair stylest and apparently does extreemly well, since she bought a condo in Oceanside and supports her husband who goes to school full time. Plus, she just bought a beautiful brand spankin new Nissan Altima. (I love those cars). Like I said, she does well. I guess my drunk self said something to the effect that she's the bread winner. Within minutes, she took Jess out to the balcony (Jess lives downstairs) and closed the door, she came out into the dining area where we all were and asked me to go outside so she could talk to me. Next thing you know, she's going OFF on me about my comment, and how I disrespected her husband, and how last time I put down her profession, etc. She was totally in my face and just going off on me.

I was shocked and confused and tried to take it all in and let her know that it was all a misunderstanding and how I never would put down her profession or intentially say things to put them down and that I was sorry she took it that way. I did the best I could under the circumstances of having an entire bottle of wine in me, and being blind-sided with some crazy woman screaming in my face.

After I said all I could, I walked away. The guys had no idea on what was going on. I came upstairs and went to bed. David came in a few minutes behind me and wanted to know what just happend. As I started telling him, I started crying and said that I totally didn't mean to upset her and how bad I feel. Of course he was totally supportive and knows that I would never intentionally hurt someone like that. He did and said everything he could to make me feel better and told me we'd take care of it Saturday. I basically cried myself to sleep.

Well, Saturday came and I was hung over and felt like shit and had a house guest and 5 kids to feed, so I made them Pancakes and Bacon. Rosa went home at 1. I wanted to go talk to my neighbor, but she was at work, so I took the kids to the pool to release some of their energy. David spent the day working on getting the garage situated so he could fit Big Red (his 55 Chevy Truck) and all the other shit we have into a one car garage.

Sunday, my daughter came in my room and said somebody was at the door for me. I was hoping that it was Drew, and sure enough it was! I was really happy to see her, because I knew she had to be coming over to talk to me. She stared off by apologizing and saying that she over reacted, but also explained to be that it was a sensitive subject for her husband and she got defensive, that with the combo of alcohol, she blew up and that I didn't deserve that.

I also apologized and explained how horrible I felt, and that I really liked her and was hoping that we could be friends, and how devistated I was about the whole thing. Serioulsy, my entire day on Saturday was crap, besides the hang-over, I was really upset all day. We then hugged and made up.

EB72....YOU THINK YOU'RE CLUMSY?????

2005-08-18T11:51:00.000-07:00

Last night, I was taking a shower. After my shower, I opened the sliding shower doors and pulled my towel from the bar on the shower door, which then caused the sliding shower door to slide right very hard right into my temple.

I now have a bump and will not be surprised if I get a nice bruise as it heals.

David said "great, now I'm going to look like a wife beater".

I responded "No one could ever think that of you hunny".

OUT OF CONTROL

2005-08-18T11:16:00.000-07:00

David gave me $200 to go grocery shopping with. I spend $273! I was a little out of control. I didn’t go to the gym last night, because after spending an hour and a half at the grocery store, and unloading my car, which consisted of 20 trips up and down the stairs carrying grocery bags, I figured that was my workout for the night. Besides, I was exhausted by the time I got home. So I ate a kick ass salad with craisins, pecans and smoked salmon. OMG smoked salmon, is the bomb! I’ve never had it before, and now I’m pissed because I’ve gone all these years of going without the stuff!

I didn’t get home until around 8:45 last night. David was about 15 minutes behind me, and came home just in time to help me unload the last of the stuff. Yes it took me THAT long to get everything in the house. I practically bought out the store! Eating healthy is expensive!

Lesson learned (again): Never go to the grocery store hungry!

GOING FROM PART-TIME TO FULL-TIME

2005-08-17T10:52:00.000-07:00

This will be the first year that my kids will be going to a different school. I just registered my son today and will register my daughter tomorrow or Friday. My daughter has gone to the same school since Kindergarten and this year she will begin 7th grade. She’s going to be 12 on the 25th of this month. How time flys. I can’t believe I’m going to have a 12 year old!

My mom hasn’t worked for about 16 or 17 years, and since the kids school was right around the corner from my parents house, my mom has always taken care of the kids after school and she would make sure they did their homework, and have time to play with their friends before I picked them up. Being a single mom for the past 4 years, this has been a great arrangement for me.

Not only is this the first year my kids won’t be going to their own school, it’ll also be the first year that I’m completely responsible for making sure their homework gets done. It’s actually quite scary for me, because I’m going to have to step up to the plate and be more on top of things, instead of going home, cooking dinner, cleaning up and watching TV for a little bit before getting them ready for bed. Life is definitely going to be much more hectic. Then on top of everything else, I’m going to enroll my son into some sort of sports program, and my daughter into dance. I HAVE to get my son into sports this year. He is so athletic, it would be a waste not to get him involved.

So I guess that I’m scared that I’m going to fail, because I’m used to being a part-time parent. Not that I’m not excited about having the kids full time, I just want them to do good, and they won’t do good if I forget to check their homework, or even make them do it. The after school programs that I’m enrolling them in, is supposed to have the kids do their homework after school, but it will ultimately be my responsibility to make sure it got done correctly.

I know I’ll have David there to help and support me, but that’s very limited, because of the amount of work he has to do in the evenings. My heart goes out to him, because his company is going through growing pains and he’s not getting the support he needs. He’s selling the shit out of his products, and just sold a HUGE system to the City of San Diego. As it is now, installation is 8 to 10 weeks out, with rushes on EVERY SINGLE security system he’s sold. He was planning on spending the day yesterday doing paperwork, but had to help his installer (who just started a few weeks ago), install a system, because there were parts that were to heavy to lift by himself. Then today and tomorrow, David has to go to training at his corporate office in The OC. There’s 3 days lost for which he can’t do his paper work, and they are calling him asking why it’s not done yet. I swear, I feel like calling them and telling them to get David some more help because he can’t do the job of 4 people by himself. The poor guy is stressed out and wearing down, and if it keeps going this way, they are going to lose him, because he’s already been scouted by other companies who would love to recruit him. Plus, if they got him more help, then he’d have more time for me ;-) not that he doesn’t make time.

Last night, I put dinner in the oven, took a shower, got out one of my sexy little numbers, that is completely sheer, lit some candles and put on some romantic music. I knew he had a rough day, so I wanted him to come home to something special.

A POST ABOUT NOTHING IMPATICULAR

2005-08-16T15:31:00.000-07:00

Not a whole lot going on in my life at the moment, and I’m feeling kid of blah. I called yesterday to see where the kids were at and my mom had just picked them up! Thank God. I made the mistake of calling my ex-mother-in-law first and she basically told me that I was being petty about the clothes issues and that I should pick bigger battles. I just let it go, because she knows as much as I do that boy do I have bigger battles that I could pick with her son. The first being that he hasn’t givin me a dime since November 2003. Or the fact that he’ll go weeks without even calling the kids. But I decided, it wasn’t worth it telling her that, so I just let it go.

I hate to blog about shit like this, but part of the reason I have this blog is to vent my frustrations and FUCKHEAD is the only frustration I really have in my life, other than the fact that I get bored as hell at work, but there could be worse things.

We almost went to Laughlin this weekend with the kids, but then my poor David decided that he’s got to get the garage cleaned out now that he has Big Red (His ‘55 Chevy Truck) at home, so he can make room to put it in the garage. He’s freaking out about leaving it outside. He woke up at 3 am this morning and I could hear him putting his clothes on. I said “What are you doing?” He said “I have a bad feeling someone is stealing my truck”. Of course I didn’t want to laugh, because it’s not like we live in the hood or anything. So I let him go outside and check on his truck. He’s so paranoid. I’m surprised he doesn’t have a 24 hour surveillance camera set up with a direct feed to his Blackberry while he’s away from the house!

The diet is still going good. I’m down to 124 lbs now, with 4 lbs to go for my immediate target. Then I’ll have 7 lbs to lose after that to reach my goal. I haven’t been that thin in years! But I also want to get toned, so I’ve been using weights at the gym. The weekends totally kill me, but I’m right back on track during the week. Thank GOD weekends don’t last more than a few days, because I’d be a cow!

Q: WHAT DOES RACES, DEAD BEAT DAD, GUNS AND PAINT ALL HAVE IN COMMON?

2005-08-15T14:11:00.000-07:00

A: THIS POST!

Since I haven’t blogged since Thursday, I guess I’ll start my life update back to when I went to David’s networking event at the Del Mar Race Track. All I really have to say about that is I’m so glad I went. I totally needed to get out and be social with other people. They were all so nice and most of the got the email David sent out announcing our engagement, so I got a ton of congratulations and got to show off my ring!

Networking and events like that is one of the many elements I miss about my last job. I loved, loved, loved getting out of the office early, going to a social event at a really cool place where a great meal is served along with cocktails! I may not be able to go to functions like that with this job, but at least I can do it with David.

Friday, David went up to his sisters in The OC and I went to the 909, and spent the night at my parent’s house. I was planning on dropping the kids off out there anyways, so this seemed like a perfect time since David was gone.

I later realized that this was a huge mistake, because I then let the kids go see their dad on Saturday night, and go to their nana’s on Sunday night. Well, I called to talk to the kids last night and they were spending another night. Fuckhead didn’t go to his mom’s house to get the kids any fresh clothes, since he doesn’t have anything at his house for them, so they wore the same clothes and underwear for two days straight! He tried to justify it saying that the kids had gone swimming, but in a mothers eyes that doesn’t matter. My daughter went over there in a dress. What did she sleep in? Don’t get me started, because I’m about to cry over this and of course beat myself up for giving him the benefit of the doubt that he would actually clothe the kids. I didn’t give the kids anything to bring over there, because I knew I’d never get the clothes back, and his mom only lives blocks away and the kids have a TON of clothes over there.

Anyways…

Saturday, after I dropped the kids off at their dad’s house, I drove to David’s sisters house in The OC, since he was having problems fixing his truck, and they were going to barbeque, and I didn’t have anything else to do.

We left their house at about 9 and got home around 10. On my way home to Oceanside, I was driving through Laguna Beach and text messaged The OC girl, saying “Driving through Laguna, waving”. She texted me back saying that she was in Newport getting wasted.

After we got home, David made us some cocktails, which made us both frisky. We had the best sex that night. It was awesome!!!! Plus, I didn’t get any Friday night, so I was extra horney.

Sunday, we went to see the movie “4 Brothers”. It was really good and I highly recommend it. We were walking out to our car after the movie, and noticed there were a swarm of cops in the parking lot, with their cars positioned in a circle as if they had someone boxed in. Then we noticed that the cops all had their guns drawn and a guy on the ground! A little excitement. We watched as we were walking to our car, then realized, our car may also be boxed in. Well, it wasn’t boxed in, but parked just 4 spaces down from the vehicle they had boxed in. Now I wasn’t really down with getting shot by a stray bullet, so I told David that maybe it would be best if we went back in the other way. As we started walking back, we noticed that they withdrew their guns and had the other guy in custody, so we carefully walked to our car and got in and got the hell out of there.

We came home and painted our dining room and I’m so happy the way the color came out. It looks awesome. I’m thinking I might want to bring it all the way into the kitchen, but David doesn’t want to. Maybe he’ll change his mind someday.

Now I’m off to call the kids and see where they are at and make sure they are with their nana and have had showers and have fresh clothes on. Fuckhead will be lucky to get the kids overnight for quite a while.

DAY AT THE RACES

2005-08-11T10:16:00.000-07:00

I’m leaving work early today to meet up with David at the Del Mar Race Track. He’s having some sort of networking event there, and I get to go!

Last night, he mentioned that we can’t be our “normal” selves at this event, so there will be no kissing or hand-holding. Now, the kissing I can understand, but he can’t hold my hand!? WHAT???? I have to admit, this really hurt my feelings. Probably a lot more than it should have, considering it’s “that time of the month” and I’m 100,000 times more emotional and sensitive than I am normally. So I sulked for about 2 hours. I literally, got up from my nice cozy spot right next to him, and went on the other end of the couch and crossed my legs, put a pillow over them, and pouted. My heart was throbbing, and breaking. He then explained that this was a business event with Corporate America, and nobody who brings their spouses, shows any kind of affection towards them. That’s just how it works.

After I put the kids to bed, I came back and sulked some more, while David began to work on his proposals. After Rock Star, I went and did the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen, then got ready for bed. I swallowed my pride to come out and give him a kiss good night. He then said “Do you want to talk about this, because I’m really upset about the situation.?” Well, so was I. I felt as though he was embarrassed of me that he couldn’t even hold my hand! I wasn’t asking him to bend me over the table, pull up my skirt and fuck me in front of everyone!

He told me that he just wanted to give me the heads up before the event, so I knew how things were going to be, so I wouldn’t get upset AT the event. It’s not that he doesn’t love me or is embarrassed to be with me, but it’s going to be business, and he knows that I’ll be fine if I’m not by his side every second. He wants me to go because he knows that I’ll have a good time and meet some people that might be able to help me out with my career, if I wanted to get back into property management. Then he said “ And just think how sexy it would be to look at each other from the other side of the room, and make that moment of eye contact”.

How can I stay mad at that? So I sucked it up, and explained that I was just hurt because that’s not US. We’ve NEVER not been affectionate to each other, so it was kind of a blow, besides the fact that I’m extra sensitive right now, so it doesn’t take much to hurt my feelings. I’ve been to plenty of networking events, so I should have understood from the beginning.

Sometimes I’m my own worst enemy.

I’M THE DUDE…..

2005-08-10T11:02:00.000-07:00

(WARNING: Sis, if you’re about to read this post, I suggest you stop, because I know how much you hate hearing about anything to do with your sister having sex, so I suggest you close this window immediately.)

In some ways, David says that I’m the dude in the relationship. Just in a few, not most. What he means by that is the fact that I’m ALWAYS horney and always touching myself when he’s around. I do things to get his attention, such as wear very short skirts without underwear and bend over in front of him. (This is only when the kids aren’t home). I love the excitement of the sexual tension this creates, and when he finally decides to touch me, it’s pure heaven.

There are nights when he has to work, and so he makes excuses on why he can’t make love to me, just as a women would. His biggest excuse would be that if he cums, then he’d be out for the night, and he has work to do. Nights that I don’t get laid, I end up going to bed with my feelings a little hurt. This is another reason he calls me “The Dude in the relationship”.

A lot of nights he’s up late working (his office is based out of our home). The man is a work-aholic. Which is a good thing, and why we can afford to live in Oceanside. Sure, I understand that he’s tired when he comes to bed (another excuse he uses), but what I don’t understand, is what guy wouldn’t take advantage of the naked girl sleeping in his bed? I always make sure he knows that it is MORE than ok to wake me up to make love. There are some nights that he does, and I LOVE IT! But on the nights he doesn’t, I give him shit about it the next morning.

One more reason he calls me “The Dude in the relationship” is that I’m the instigator when it comes to making love. Not all the time, but most. I’ve never been this sexually aggressive with anybody before. Actually, the way I am sexually, is unlike any of my previous relationships. I’m definitely more open, and much more aggressive. He says that he loves that I’m so aggressive and never wants me to change that part about me and that he intentionally plays the hard-to-get role. I guess there could be WAY worse things about our relationship; I just wish he’d give it up more.

WHAT'S THE POINT?

2005-08-09T09:32:00.000-07:00

Can someone please tell me what the point is of sending junk emails that contain no content or link? I don’t get it.

I don’t normally open junk email, but sometimes I will accidentally click on one instead of hitting the check box to delete it. When the message is opened this is what I see:

Aidfha___________ p_ - -_ _ -_ierfhapierfgaprifha hfhfadh-_-_)(*&(*&*^%&^% ++===-_~ f ifhaofhoae

WTF is that????? Who would actually take the time to send out a mass email with crap like that? Are people really THAT bored?

On another note:

I’m going on day 5 of having nothing to do at work. I’ve done all the busy work I can conjure up. It sucks. I’ve begged the guys to give me something, but they have nothing. I was warned that there will be a slow period during summer, but I never imagined anything like this! I’m afraid that if I don’t have enough billable time on my time sheet this week, they’ll send me to Santa Fe Springs for a couple days. That would be hell. And honestly, I don’t think I can make it when I have my kids out here. It would be rough.

In other news: I worked out for over an hour last night. I stretched for 10 minutes, rode the bike for 40 minutes and did the weights for 20 minutes. Yeah for me!

SEE HOW BUSY I AM?

2005-08-09T02:48:00.000-07:00

As you can see, I've use used my time at work to re-vamp my blog and I LOVE IT! It's totally me, and it's still PINK!!! Yeah!!!!!

TEXAS NO-HOLD’EM-BACK

2005-08-08T09:36:00.000-07:00

My Coolest Neighbor Ever, had a BBQ for her boyfriend Saturday night. In which I totally cheated on my diet by drinking 3 beers. Then after I realized what I was doing, I moved onto Diet Pepsi and Rum. Something tells me I drank more than that, I just don’t remember exactly.

At the end of the evening, the guys started a game of Texas Hold‘em. I love playing Texas Hold’em and I love to watch the Celebrity Texas Hold’em and the World Tournaments. So, of course, I joined in. Plus the buy in was completely in my budget of $5.00.

Combine Poker with Alcohol = One shit talking Beatch!

Apparently, my mouth becomes bigger than my body, and I get diarrhea of the mouth, especially when I’m winning. I start calling the guys Bitches and tell them to go back to Poker school and come back when they learn how to play. I’m just plain mean! All I remember is winning most of the pot and thanked them for giving me their money.

Since this weekend was pretty much a diet disaster, (did I mention I also had cake and ice cream?), I'm back on the wagon today and starting week 2 of my diet. However, I did reach my weight loss goal of 2 lbs last week. This week, 2 more lbs! No problem!

DAY FIVE

2005-08-05T09:31:00.000-07:00

I'm beginning the fifth day of my diet. So far I have been a very good girl. The only cheating I've done is the 1/2 beer I drank last night. I felt so guilty, that I poured the rest of it out. Now that's willpower because I LOVE beer.

I've also gone to the gym every day this week. So far. I do need to buy some better shoes to workout in, becuase last night I was on the Elliptical Trainer, and on the feet part, it has these bumps on it, I'm assuming to keep your feet in place. Well, after about 15 minutes, I can feel every single bump and it really starts to hurt. But I push myself to finish the entire 30 minutes, despite the pain my feet are in. I go through this every day. So I'm going to buy some new shoes, and hopefully that will help. The sad part about it is, I felt as though I could have kept going, but didn't because my feet hurt so bad.

David said he noticed a change already. I think he's right. I have been eating very good, and have exercised for a minimum of 40 minutes every day. I just have to get through the weekend and the Barbeque tomorrow.

PICTURES!

2005-08-05T09:23:00.000-07:00

This weekend we really don’t have much planned, for a nice change. I’m picking the kids up tomorrow morning. They’ve been at the beach with my ex-in laws for all of last week, and this week they’ve been visiting my parents. The kids love it there because their neighborhood is filled with kids their age, so they can play all day. Tomorrow evening, my coolest neighbor ever is having a Barbeque for her boyfriend, so we’ll be going to that.

Since I really don’t have much to write about today, I figured I’d share some pictures! YEAH!

Here's a self portrait of David & I at Jenill's Wedding. He's not all that thrilled with how he turned out. But I think he's hot anyways!

Here are my kids swimming. The dark one is D.J. , David's son.

It's kind of a tradition in my family to take a goofy family photo, because you can't take life too seriously.

Have a great weekend!

THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN GUYS AND GIRLS

2005-08-04T10:59:00.000-07:00

I wasn't going to post this, but like I say... Fuck it! I couldn't think of anything else to write about.

David came home last night, after spending the day at his corporate office in OC. We were laying in bed talking about his day, when he tells me this story about how some of his co-workers asked about us and if we were planning on getting married. His response "It's headed that way".

Me: "What??????? It's headed that way"

David: "Well, I haven't had a chance to tell some people and I didn't want them hearing it from these guys".

Me: "Why haven't you told them yet?"

David: "I haven't had a chance".

Me: "It's been a MONTH. I was so excited I called everybody within minutes, then sent out an email to everyone else the next day!"

David: "I've been meaning to send out an email, but I've been so busy, I haven't had a chance".

At this point, I have tears in my eyes and I'm pretty hurt and he's feeling like an ass. He had also told me that his sister, who works for the same company, had told everyone, so chances are, the people he had lunch with already knew, and wanted to hear it from him, in which he didn't come through.

Me: "Well, you just made me and yourself look stupid, as if you were too embarrassed to admit you got engaged. They probably had already heard about it around the office".

David: "I'll go send out an email right now, because now I feel like a dick and all I want is to make you happy".

So that's exactly what he did. He sent out an email right then and there to all of this co-workers and networking group. Of course I felt better, but I also felt that if he was as excited about it as I was, then he would have taken care of it already. I guess that's the difference between guys and girls.

SO FAR SO GOOD

2005-08-03T09:50:00.000-07:00

I did really good on my diet yesterday. I ate good, and did my exercise routine. I'm trying hard to keep motivated, and the pictures of the Victoria's Secret Swim Suit Models that I have on my desk are definately keeping me focused. Plus the guys here don't mind one bit. In fact, yesterday Rod said to me "I knew I loved you".

COULD I BE ELOPING?

2005-08-03T09:21:00.000-07:00

Last night, David said something that shocked me, got me all giggely, and totally made me stay up thinking with mixed emotions. What was it? That maybe he has it all planned out for us to get married in Laughlin THIS Labor Day weekend instead of next. I hate it when he does this to me. Not in a bad way, but I don't know if he realizes how much he is playing with my emotions.

First of all.... He knows that it's important to me to have my family at the wedding. Not that I want a big wedding or anything, but I know my family wants to be there.

Second.... He also knows that if he came home one day with a Justice of the Peace or a Rabbi or Priest or Reverand, or even Kevin & Bean , I would marry him right then and there.

Can you see my delima. I wasn't ever planning on even buying a traditional wedding dress. I was just going to go to Macy's or Nordstroms and get a sexy white or off white or even pink dress that would look great on me, and I could party in at the club after the wedding. Of course I would have to get some great shoes, matching bag and accessories as well.

David has never been good at keeping secrets which makes me beleive that he may be planning someting. Then he made the comment that his friend Sam said Laughin is MANDATORY this Labor Day.

I have to admit, it would be much easier this way, because the wedding is already getting out of control. I'm sure there could easily be 50 people at our wedding, just by inviting close friends and family, which is something we really didn't want to deal with.

Maybe I'm thinking about this too much and should just forget it was ever said.

In other news........

It's no secret that David and I are Reality Show junkies. Rock Star INXS is by far, hands down, our favorite reality show and Jordis , is my new favorite singger ever in the history of music. Her voice sounds like an angel and whatever she sings is effortless. When she gets signed, I will be first in line to buy her CD. The girl can do no wrong. If you've missed, then check it out tonight at 9 pm on CBS.

I’M REALLY GOING TO DO IT…..

2005-08-02T10:36:00.000-07:00

I hope.

It’s time.

I’ve gained quite a bit of weight in the past couple years. Ok, I take that back. I’ve gained and lost and gained quite a bit of weight in the past couple years and it’s time for me to take it off. I figured, that I better start now before It gets out of control.

I think that’s the problem with people who are overweight, is that they don’t do something about it soon enough, and next thing you know, they are 40 or more lbs over weight and if they has done something about it sooner, they wouldn’t be in this mess.

I’m doing this for me first and also for David. I know he thinks I’m beautiful, but frankly, we’re going to the river for our 1 year anniversary, with his friends, and I want to be comfortable in a bikini.

My goal:

To lose 8 lbs in one month.

I know exactly what some of you are thinking…I look fine, I don’t need to lose any weight. Well the fact of the matter is…. I am technically over weight by about 10 lbs. For my height, and bone structure, my ideal weight should be between 104 and 115 lbs. I am (from what my scale says) 127. There, I said it…. I told the entire world my weight without lying. My BMI is 24.8.

Here’s my plan, because we all need a plan to lose weight. I think it’s impossible to do it without a plan.

Food:
Eat between 1200 – 1500 calories per day.
Decrease the amount of starches in my diet.
Eat more fruit and veggies, protein and whole grains.
No more 3 o’clock candy bars. (Which is hard since the “Sneak-A-Snack” is so readily available).

Exercise:
Exercise 4 – 5 days a week.
10 minutes of stretching
30 – 40 minutes of cardio
20 minutes of weight training.

Hopefully this plan will be enough to be at my target weight of 119 by September 1st. I know it’s going to be hard and I’m going to need to keep motivated. But I figured it the people on Celebrity Fit Club could do it and lose 4 – 8 lbs in one week, then I can surely lose 2 lbs per week. Right?

I CAUGHT THE BOQUET!

2005-08-01T14:34:00.000-07:00

David caught the garter! I’m telling you, we were destined to be together forever! I don’t quite have the picture of David with the garter or a picture of David and I together from the wedding, but I’m working on that part. Unfortunately I have to rely on the pictures that are given to me by other attendees of the wedding and the Bride. So this is all I have so far…..

It was a beautiful wedding and a ton of fun. I knew it would be because Jenill and Joey are my favoritest couple to hang out with. Plus, they have a way cool family and way cool friends. I feel lucky to have been a part of it.

HERE COMES THE BRIDE

2005-07-30T08:31:00.000-07:00

Unfortunately, it's not me getting married......YET. However, one of my best friends, Jenill, and her soon-to-be-husband, Joey, is getting married today. They have been together since they were 13. They are both 28 now. So you do the math, it's been a long time coming. They had a break during high school, but have been together for a very long time.

I'm not in the wedding, because when they decided on their wedding party, I'd only known Jenill for about a year at the time. She chose her two sisters and close friends that she's known forever to be in her wedding. So, because I'm not actually in the wedding, she's reserving David and I front row seats, and I volunteered to take care of her dog (who is going to be in the wedding) during the ceremony, and then take it back to her mom's house after the ceremony. They got Bubba a tux bib. How cute is that?

Jenill and Joey are the funest couple to be friends with. I highly recomend inviting them to your next party. Chances are Joey will pass out and you can write things all over him like "909 Fag" or "I like Men" all over his body and he will never know it. Jenill will totally help too!

Congratulations Jenill and Joey! I love you guys!

BEST NAME EVER

2005-07-29T09:05:00.000-07:00

So Woz brought me the business card of this guy he met yesterday:

Trampus Grindstaff!

How awesome is that?

CHICK CAR

2005-07-29T09:04:00.000-07:00

I’ve been waiting to post this, due to the fact that a picture would make this story so much better.

David has been driving my car for the past 2 weeks. He needed his truck one weekend, and since we've been storing it at my parents house in Yucaipa (hour and a half away). He had to drive to my parents house to pick up the truck, and leave his car, which he uses for work, at my parents house. So I've been driving the truck to work, since it's much more economical for him to drive my car.

Since David has been driving my car, I haven’t been able to take pictures of it. I know it doesn’t sound like that big of a deal that David has been driving my car around, (picking up clients and business associates and going to company functions), but after I describe my car, then the story gets a lot better.

Here’s a detailed description of my car: 2001 Ford Escape. I have 4 stickers on my car. On the top of the back window is a Butterfly with flames inside the wings and tribal on each side in silver glitter. On the same window, but on the left side bottom corner, is my 909 Princess sticker, complete with the crown. Again, it is silver glitter. Then on the drivers side back window, in silver glitter, is a girl riding a dirt bike. She has long hair coming out of the helmet. On the passenger side in hot pink glitter, is the same girl riding a quad. So if you were to pass by my car, you would definitely know that a girl drives this car.

Interior: Leopard print car seat covers, leopard print mats, matching steering wheel cover, and leopard dice with a black feather string that hang from the rear view mirror.

Now picture a GUY driving around in this car. You’ve never met him before, or have only briefly met him. You see him. You see the car. What conclusion would you make?

TO TRIM OR NOT TO TRIM?

2005-07-27T15:38:00.000-07:00

I walked into the printing room yesterday morning to be greeted by Bob & Woz. Bob then proceeded to show me Woz’s extremely hairy chest, and commented that it was just like Austin Powers. I had to agree. I was very surprised on how hairy poor Woz was.

Later that day, Woz and I were working together on a report and he commented on how he was at the beach over the weekend and that he was probably the hairiest guy on the beach. So, being the helpful co-worker that I am, I clued him in that it is OK and totally NOT Metro Sexual to trim that shit every so often, and that girls actually LIKE a guy who is trimmed. I told him it’s not necessary to go as far as waxing, although it is probably a good idea to wax the back, but just trimming the chest area is perfectly fine and encouraged.

Woz is 33, single, and clueless in some regards to what girls like. He will be a great catch to a lucky girl, and hopefully a little less hairy. I’m sure his next girlfriend will be thankful to my advice. I can only imagine what he’s got going on downstairs. He’ll never get a BJ with it looking like a jungle and approximately 17 years of hair growth. No girl wants to floss as she’s performing some oral gratification. I should of clued him in on that as well, but I might just be crossing the “sexual harassment” line with that suggestion. I’ll leave it alone, unless it falls into a conversation.

So guys, my suggestion to you is to trim that shit! Damn, I’m just full of great advice lately.

(You wouldn't believe all the gross things I had to see to find that picture, YUCK!)

RULES FOR ONLINE DATING

2005-07-26T12:45:00.000-07:00

Yes I know my man is a keeper. Thanks for your comments and approval. For those of you that have read my blog over the past few years, or even my archives, you know my history of bad luck with men. Both my ex-husband and ex-boyfriend were assholes. I’m talking, if you look up the word ASSHOLE in the dictionary, you will see a picture of FuckHead and WifeBeater right next to each other. You will also find FuckHead’s picture under the term “Dead Beat Dad”.

My theory to find the right guy is go to Laughlin, get drunk at The Tarzan Room in the Golden Nugget, and grab a cute guy who’s standing next to the dance floor. That’s what I did and it worked for me! I used to date online, and trust me, I met plenty of guys via the internet. In fact, I should write a book about it. (Although, I have made several friends because of the internet. Such as Eclectic Blonde . But we didn’t date ;-) )

Some of you may be in the dating scene and I’m sure have tried Yahoo Personals, Match.com, E-Harmony or others, and with the new Hooking Up show that’s out, I thought this would be an appropriate post and hopefully helpful to some of you.

Upon making initial contact with a prospective date, I would definitely do a background check. See if you can get his full name and an address. Run credit, criminal and check references. See if you can get any former girlfriends phone numbers to see if he’s ever given them crabs, herpies, gonorrhea, syphilis, or any other nasty genital disease. I’m sure she’d be more than happy to relay this information to you. Or maybe she was the one who passed it onto him. So you should ask her about that too.

No seriously…. I’ve never done that. At $39.99 a pop, it can get very pricey. But I would recommend it, because I never would have gone out with Wife Beater in the first place. However, some counties do post public records online for anyone to view. Just do a search for your counties court website and do a little digging. In California, Riverside and San Bernardino County’s both post public records. All traffic, criminal, family and civil court cases are posted. All you need is a name. This information is all free!
My very first and most important rule about meeting someone online is to meet in a public place. Preferably in a restaurant for lunch during the work week. I can’t even tell you how many free lunches I got by doing this. Plus it was much safer then having them pick me up at my house and brutally murdering me. Or being committed for an entire evening with someone that lied in their profile and posted a picture of his cute friend but this guy he really weighs 300 lbs and is 5’ 5”, balding and lives with his mother who owns 50 cats, which you can immediately tell, because he smell as though he used cat urine for cologne to impress you that he likes cats.

All I'm saying is be careful who you pick or you could end of dating Wife Beater

Was it wrong to do that? Fuck it.

BLAST FROM THE PAST

2005-07-25T09:12:00.000-07:00

We had an awesome weekend. David wasn't too excited about the drive, but he knew it was important to me, so he came along with just a little complaining. He's only been around my family once, prior to this trip, and he had a good time, so I just reminded him of this. The only difference was instead of a 9 hour drive to Sacramento, we would be taking a 4 hour drive to Bakersfield. Much better if you ask me.

My dad busted out the old home movies beginning when he was a teenager up to recent, covering from when my parents first got married and most my childhood. He was converting all the VHS home movies to DVD, so David got to see my Grandma. Even though he wasn't able to meet her in person, he got a taste on how important she was to our family. It was very emotional seeing her in the home movies, but it also made it feel as though she was there with us.

David suffered through hours and hours of home movies. Well, I thought he was suffering, but he actaully enjoyed watching them almost as much as I did. It was fun seeing how dorky I was when I was a kid, and now he has a better understanding of where I come from and how I grew up, and how I became such a dork! (Although I have to remind him that he's just as dorky as I am, he's just in denial about it.)

My aunt and uncle that live in Sacramento, invited all of David's family to come visit. They of course love David, and thought it would be fun to have his family come visit. They don't know what they are asking for, and I tried to warn them, but they still insisted. So that will be the next family trip that we plan.

READY FOR THE WEEKEND

2005-07-22T11:41:00.000-07:00

We’re leaving tonight to go to my hometown where I was born and raised….. Bakersfield, California. I know it’s nothing to brag about, but I have no control on where I was born. This will be David’s first time accompanying me to Bakersfield, so it will be a definite experience for him, especially if he meets my drunk aunt. I’ve already warned him about her, and made it loud and clear that in no way, shape or form does her comments or actions reflect upon me. She tends to get a bit out of control and comes up with off the wall shit.

It’s a sentimental trip for me, because every July, up until 2003, my whole family got together at my grandparents house to celebrate my Grandma, Aunt and Dad’s birthday. Their birthdays were one right after the other, so it was always a good excuse to get together. My Grandma passed on June 9, 2003. I can’t remember if we got together in July of that year or not. But I know we missed last year.

My other Aunt, who I totally adore sent this email today in remembrance of my Grandma:

Mom lives on in our hearts and minds - we know that. Isn't this an awesome picture, not because of the beautiful women in it, but because of Mom's sewing machine being used? Amanda made a skirt for her sister, Lisa, on her Grandma's sewing machine - how awesome is that?

My prayer this morning was that the Lord would wrap His loving arms around Mom on her birthday, smothering her with His love - for I know she is with Him. That gives me great comfort and I hope it does for you, too. Mom lives on and is still blessing us.

I love you all so much and I can't wait to see you this weekend.

Love,
Aunt K.

Ok I need to stop crying. I’m at work. But I do miss my Grandma very much. I can picture her sitting at the table next to the window watching the birds eat the food she put out for them that morning, while working on her Crossword puzzle. I really wish David and DJ got to meet her, she was such a special person in my life.

5 CHILDHOOD MEMORIES

2005-07-21T14:44:00.000-07:00

By request of The OC Girl

I was a horrible child and did tons of bad stuff. My parents provided my sister and I with very little supervision and free reign of the neighborhood at a pretty young age (something like 9 or 10). I’ll start with the “good” memories and gradually go to the bad.

Hawaii! At age 12, we went on a family vacation with my grandparents and my older cousin (who was a bad influence). We came back with tons of silly expressions that we made up on the road to Hanna, in which we still use today.

Damn Near County. This was a band that my parents managed. They practiced in our garage and most of them were smokers and left cigarette butts outside the garage. I used to smoke them.

The Playhouse. We had a big red playhouse in our back yard. I used to light fires in the playhouse. I was quite a little arson. Once I light a fire that almost got out of control. I don’t remember exactly what chemicals I was burning, but I do remember that when I poured water on the fire, it flared up so high that it wrapped around the ceiling. Luckily, (and I’m not sure exactly how) I was able to put it out.

TP-ing the house across the street. We lived in a cul-de-sac. I had some friends over spending the night. Someone got the bright idea of toilet papering the house right across the street from us. We didn’t hold back. We used all the classic TP-ing tricks we could think of, and came up with some new ones such as pouring ketchup on a maxi pad and sticking it to the window of their car. We got caught, and I was grounded forever.

Vandalizing the Church at the end of the cul-de-sac. We would break into the Church (which was also a nursery school), using butter knives. We threw confetti all over the chapel, stole boxes of Ding Dongs from the nursery, got up on the roof, threw pickles at each other (the pickles ended up everywhere) etc.

I was such a bad kid. It was the neighborhood kids that showed us how to brake into the Church.

E.S.P.

2005-07-21T11:37:00.000-07:00

I came home last night to find David on the couch waiting for our “I haven’t seen you all day” cuddle. This is a nightly ritual where I lay next to him and shower him with kisses. Then as we’re spooning, he kisses me ever so softly on my head while caressing my arm and hair. These are the moments I live for. I will then turn over and shower him with more kisses. As I’m doing this he says to me “You are so beautiful. Why do you make me love you so much”?

Ok. Is your heart melting like mine is? This my friends, is why I’m stupid for feeling one bit of insecurity. I know the man loves me, probably as much as I love him (if that’s even possible). So I asked him “Did you read my blog today”?

FIGHTING INSECURITIES

2005-07-20T10:30:00.000-07:00

For some reason, I have quite a bit of insecurities, and I don’t understand where they are coming from. I fight them all the time, and swallow my feelings, because in my head I know I’m being silly, but still I get that knot in my stomach, so I try to focus on other things instead of misinterpreting what’s being said.

For example:

Last night, David called me while on his way home from The OC. We were just talking about everyday stuff, then the Bachelor Party came up and we started talking about the strippers. I was totally cool throughout the entire conversation, while he was telling me how hot one of the strippers was, not that I minded that, but then he said that she was the type of girl who looked like a stripper, (kind of like Pam Anderson, all fake and everything) that if you brought around your buddies, they be all high fiving you, because you have the hottest girlfriend and you’d be The Man. But all of your friends girlfriends would be haters. Honestly, I want to be that girl that his friends high five because she's so hot. I don't want to look like a stripper, but it would be fun to be the girl his friends want but can't have. (I know, I'm sick).

I’m know I’m a pretty girl, but in no way, shape or form do I look anything like those girls. This is where my insecurities come in. And the fact that David asked me to strip for him the other night when we got busy for an entire hour. Luckily I was drunk at the time (after having a few glasses of wine with my coolest neighbor ever) and didn’t really care how dorky I looked and did a little strip tease for him. Now being sober, it’s an entirely different story. I feel fat (don’t most women?) and awkward.

I can dance just fine in a club where there’s music and alcohol, but stripping is a whole different animal. I can understand him wanting me to strip for him. I’m his fiancé, and he’s a man and men are very visual. But how can I feel comfortable stripping for him, after he’s gone to a Bachelor party where a girl who actually does this for a living, stripped for him. I’d look like an entire goof ball, and the last thing I want to happen is for him to laugh at me for looking like a dork. Plus in the back of my mind, I’d be wondering if he is comparing me to her.

Like I said, these are insecurities that I’m dealing with, and fighting. I don’t want to say something and make him feel as though he can’t tell me stuff. That is a very important part about our relationship that I treasure. I tell him stuff that I wouldn’t even dare to tell any other guy that I’ve been with, and that’s something else that I think about when I’m felling insecure. It can’t be a double standard. Lord knows, I’ve got things from my past that would probably make him feel a little jealous.

I guess what it really comes down to is the fact that I want to be the only girl David fantacises about and it hurts to know that he fantacises about other girls. I know this is impossible, because he's a man and there are millions of pretty girls out there. Girls who are prettier than me, who will do ANYTHING to get attention. I just have to keep myself in check, because I'm the one he loves, the one he gave his heart (and a ring ;-) to. I'm the one who he comes home to everynight and makes feel so very specail with all of his hugs and kisses.

FRUSTRATION

2005-07-19T11:32:00.000-07:00

So I started writing this post about how I hung out with my coolest neighbor ever and her friends, intead of working out, and how we drank wine and danced and laughed. And the awesome sex I had with David last night, that lasted for an hour after I got home from hanging with the coolest neighbor ever. The words were flowing, and I was really happy about what I was saying and how it was coming together perfectly. But then, MS Word crashed and the post got lost before I could copy and paste it into Blogger. Now I can't re-write it, the way it had begun. The words are lost and I can't seem to find the enthusiasm I had when I began writing it. Sucks!

BACHELOR PARTY

2005-07-18T09:56:00.000-07:00

I finally talked David into going to Joey’s Bachelor Party on Saturday night. I had to fight all jealousy and insecurities I had to let him go. It wasn’t easy for me, but I think I’ve pulled it off. The last thing I want is to make David feel as though I don’t trust him, or most importantly, be uncool about letting him do "GUY" things without me. He doesn’t think it’s my style to be that way, although I did unintentionally show him that side the other night. It’s something I’m working on. I know he loves me and would never do anything to jeopardize my trust or our relationship.

David came home around 4:30 am Sunday morning. I missed him so much that I had to jump his bones before he fell asleep. I knew he was tired, but I’d been up all night waiting for him, lying in bed tossing and turning. I can’t sleep without him.

When we woke up (at 1 pm) I immediately started asking questions. I knew some good shit must have happened, because Joey and his friends are all 28 year old men with mentalities of 16 year old boys. But, because there is that Bachelor Party Code of Secretsey, all he would tell me was:

The first two strippers (and I’m using the term loosely, because he later revealed that they could have been hookers) were ugly, and didn’t know what the hell to do other than give massages. Who gives massages at a Bachelor Party other than hookers? I told David they probably specialized in full frontal massages. They were sent away, and four more strippers came throughout the night. One was drunk off her ass.

And that one of Joey’s friends passed out face first on the front lawn and was spray painted with bright orange construction paint on his back. He woke up wile being painted and proceeded to throw blows.

That’s all the dirt David would reveal. I was quite disappointed. I came home from the Bachelorette party telling David EVERYTHING and he didn’t say shit! Luckily, Jenill called me later in the day and told me everything Joey told her and about the aftermath.

Joey came home around 4:30 Sunday morning wearing nothing but a belt, boots and his hand over his balls. Apparently they had cut his pants and underwear off of him and thrown them in the fire.

One of the strippers played “Feed the Kitty” with some liquorish and a blow pop. Joey ate the liquorish. (GROSS!!!!)

Jenill also told me that the guy who got spray painted had the gall to call her and tell her that the guy who spray painted him owed him a new couch, because he went home and forgot his back was painted and he sat on his couch.

Since Joey had told Jenill about what he could remember about the party, David felt that that gave him the go-ahead to tell me more:
Joey had already puked three times before the first set of strippers even showed up. Joey was sitting in a chair and the “Hot & Sober” stripper did some kind of acrobatics and ended up with her legs in a Y in Joey’s face. Well the “Drunk and Not-So-Hot” stripper jumped on the two of them and they went flying backwards on the chair and the “Drunk and Not-So-Hot” stripper cracked her head on the entertainment center. She ended up in one of the bedrooms with an ice pack on her forehead.

The night was full of comedy and I knew it would be, knowing Joey and his group of friends. I would have been really bummed had I not known all the funny stuff that went on. I knew David wouldn’t do anything, but that still didn’t keep me from feeling insecure about it. I was able to hide it from David and be cool about everything, just like I should be.

SATURDAY NIGHT IN VEGAS

2005-07-15T11:40:00.000-07:00

Saturday night was all about the Bachelorette. Since she didn’t join us Friday night, we had some making up to do. First we started by plastering her room with men and penises. Lot’s and lot’s of men and their penises and of course the blow up doll with the 18” penis. The only gross thing about it was they got the pictures from gay porn magazines. So I saw men doing things to each other, that I’ve never seen before. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.

After having quite a few cocktails decorating Jenill’s room, and surprising her with all the penises in her room, we went downstairs to the Pub for dinner. If you haven’t been to the Monte Carlo Pub, I highly recommend it. Every time I’ve gone there, it’s been a blast! This time was no let down, except for the fact we had to high tail it out of there at 10:30 in order to catch our ride to OG (Olympic Garden). More about that later…. Back to The Pub. We walk in, and the first thing we run into was a Bachelor Party. Well, Jenill had a spinner on her chest, where the guys could spin and follow the instructions of the spinner. Our first victim spun, and it said “Dance with a friend”. Since I was standing closest to the guy, he took me, spun me around then dipped me all the way to the floor. It was quite fun.

We sat at our table, and my sister quickly checked the room for the next victim, which happened to be a really hot guy from San Jose. He was a good sport, and all the girls loved him. I think he spun “Dance With a Friend” too. But I barely remember because at this point I has pretty hammered. I think my sister danced with him, and then Carrie (who by the way is married) stole him from my sister (being the attention whore that she is), which really pissed me off. This was just the beginning of her pissing me off for the rest of the night. Now don’t get me wrong, I love the girl. She’s been one of my best friends for something like 16 years. (Holy shit, has it been that long?) And we’ve gone through a lot of shit together. Marriage, kids, divorce, dealing with ex’s, I mean EVERYTHING. But that doesn’t mean I can’t be mad at her for a night. I got over it.

I get a call around 10:15, our driver calls to tell me that he’s waiting for us already. We were trying to get our bill. I finally get all the girls out the door, and of course they have to say good bye to the guys, get off the dance floor, go pee, etc. We were late getting on the party bus and our driver was not happy. We were a pretty wild bunch on the party bus. Girls who tried dancing in the isle, quickly realized that wasn’t a good time, when the driver came to a stop and the girls all fell.

We finally arrived at OG, paid the $20 cover charge, and we got bombarded by strippers. They all swooped on us like fat kids on cake. (I was going to use “fly’s on shit” but that would mean we were the shit, didn’t sound good. I’d rather be cake). I think we all had the word “Suckers” written on our foreheads, because I know those dudes could hustle a Bachelorette Party down to our last dollar bill. Only they don’t take dollar bills, they take $20’s. I’ve NEVER EVER been to a strip club. Oh, I take that back, I went to one in Ensenada, but that was just for a laugh.

Jenill sat down, and I immediately put dollar bills all over her. Well, had I known, it’s going to take more than just dollar bills to get the strippers to give her a lap dance I would have saved my money. It was like extra tips for them, when they make $20 every five minutes. Being a rookie to strip clubs, this was an eye opener to never go back. It would have been way cheaper to go to a night club and buy myself $10 drinks all night. I left the club with $11, just enough cab fare to get us back to our hotel.

Anyways, Jenill got up on stage and got the dance of her life, by the hottest guy in the club. It was a lot of fun, and as long as Jenill had a good time, then that’s all that matters.

After OG, we met Sam at the Mandalay Bay. He got us into this exclusive “pool party”, but it was actually a swingers party. Apparently, there was a “swingers” convention at the hotel, and they were having a party, by the pool. There was a girl walking into the party with one of those electric marquee belts, which she programmed to read “Fuck Me”. Nice huh? We decided to check it out. We walked in, some of us got drinks, danced for a few minutes then left. There really wasn’t too much to see other than some girls dancing and rubbing on each other. We were kind of out of place since we weren’t dressed like hookers.

Then we went to the club at the top of Mandalay Bay, which has an awesome view of the strip. Sam was supposed to be able to hook us up with VIP at that club too, but could only get 6 of us in. He was being a dick about it, so we decided to not go in. Then the maid of honor, paid the girl to let us in, only she wouldn’t let Sam in at this point. We all went up and Sam got left behind. By this time, it was getting pretty late and my feet were hurting. I found a spot to sit down with Franchesca. She was talking to a couple guys, who turned out to be very nice and married. Perfect and harmless.

Carrie was still out of control dancing with a guy and a girl who invited her back to their room. (Remember I mentioned there was a swingers convention) Carrie got totally offended, even though she was grinding on both of them just two seconds earlier. We finally left, got breakfast and went back to our rooms about 4 am.

My goal on Sunday was to just get out of Vegas and get back to see my hunny. I missed him like CRAZY! We left Vegas around 1 pm and I got home around 7:30, exhausted. I was so exhausted that I took Monday off and slept and did laundry, which is why I didn’t post on Monday. It was a much needed day off.

FRIDAY NIGHT IN VEGAS

2005-07-13T12:50:00.000-07:00

I figured since I had a ton to write about, I would do it in segments. For one, so it won't be so long to read, and two, I'm so busy right now, I don't exactly have an hour to write about everything that happened in one sitting.

So.......

We arrived Friday night at the Monte Carlo around 10:30 pm. I had been on the road pretty much since 11:30 am, after leaving work, running errands, picking up the kids, dropping off the kids, stopping for stuff, picking up my sister, stopping again, picking up Susie, and finally getting on the road. I had my sister drive from Rancho cushioning to Vegas, since I'd already been driving off and on for about 5 hours.

I started drinking in Barstow at about 7 pm. I did this because I spoke with Jenill and she was already hammered and I had some catching up to do. When we arrived at the Monte Carlo, I had a pretty good buzz going on. We went up to Jenill's room, and she met us there shortly after. She was REALLY hammered at this point. So much so that she passed out before going to the club. We expected the rest of the girls to be with her, only they went downstairs to play the tables. We found Francesca, and caught a cab to Club Risque in the Paris Hotel.

Sam (David's friend) had hooked us up with VIP, so we met Sam at the club around midnight. We danced with a bunch of guys from a bachelor party. They were nice guys. I of course showed off my bling right away, so that they didn't try any funny stuff. Plus, I love showing off my new bling anyways. The guys hooked us up with a few drinks, and after dancing for hours, I realized that not only was I really hammered, my feet hurt like hell.

I sat in the bachelor's "reserved" area and talked with one of the guys and showed him pictures of my man and kids that were on my phone. Meanwhile, Sam I guess realized he wasn't going to get any action from any of my friends, so he bailed without even saying good bye. Susie, met a boy in which she made out with all night, and didn't come back to the room until about 7:30 am. My sister, kissed Sam's friend, who was totally her type, and very cute. Only he said to her "I work out, can you tell". I laughed my ass off when she told me that. I mean, who says that?

After having some very expensive French toast, in which Sam's friend paid for, we made it back to the room around 5:30 am, for about 3 hours of sleep.

2005-07-12T16:54:00.000-07:00

I know I haven't posted about my Vegas Trip. I'm just trying to put it all into words, which is going to take a while, since there is so much that happened. Here's a Teaser:

Srippers
Penises everywhere
Blowup Doll
Hot Men

I'll tell the entire story tomorrow. Here's a cute pic of me and my sis from Saturday night.

WHAT HAPPENS IN VEGAS........

2005-07-08T10:12:00.000-07:00

Will be posted here on Monday.

I’m leaving today to go to Vegas for Jenill’s Bachelorette Party. This weekend will be full of alcohol, dancing, eating, more alcohol, maybe a penis wiggeling in Jenill’s face here and there. I’m sure by Monday, I will be recovering from my weekend at work. Luckily the guys here will be understanding.

David’s friend Sam is hooking us up with VIP at a few clubs, so we won’t be waiting in line forever to get in. Needless to say, I will be partying with one of David’s best friends during at the bachelorette party in Vegas. Which, I don’t care, because he’s our hookup and it’s not like I would ever do ANYTHING to jeopardize my perfect relationship.

Poor David is being stuck with the kids this weekend. I asked Fuckhead (my ex husband) if he wanted to have them this weekend, but he was being a dick saying “I thought you weren’t comfortable with having the kids stay with me” instead of saying “Hell yes, I’ll take them for the weekend” and being cool about it. So when he gives me an attitude like that, like hell if I’m going let him have the kids for the weekend.

I might need to explain something about that here…… I’m ok if it’s just for a few days, but a week at a time, I’m not comfortable with. I’m not even all that comfortable with a weekend here or there, but I really don’t think he’d be stupid enough to go back to how he was a year ago.

Because Fuckhead was being such a dick, David said he would just have the kids for me. It’s his weekend to spend with D.J., anyways. We just had a lot of logistical planning to do, because David is having the rearend of his 55 Chevy Truck redone, and he pulled out the motor to paint it last weekend, and he has to reattach it to the transmission and take it back to the guy who’s rebuilding the rearend by Saturday morning. The fact that David doesn’t mind that I’m going to a Bachelorette party in Vegas is great in it’s self, because Wife Beater never in a million years would of let me go. But to take care of my kids while I’m gone, and to figure out how to make it happen so that I can go, says something all in it’s self. This is why I want to marry the man. He goes out of his way to make me happy, and we have complete trust in each other.

I’m leaving work at 10:30 today, when I was originally planning on leaving at noon. I’m only leaving early because the owner of my company is coming out and I’m wearing pink camo pants and flip flops. From what I was told, she will flip out, and there will be a company wide memo about proper work attire, all because of me. However, there still may be one going out since B. is wearing jeans. They aren’t even nice jeans. They are all frayed in different places. So I’ll let him be the cause of the memo, he’s worked here longer than me. Since I’m leaving earlier than expected, it gives me time to get my car washed and go shopping! Yeah!

2005-07-07T08:57:00.000-07:00

I'm considering mailing him that letter. Not that it will do any good.

GETTING SOMETHING OFF MY CHEST

2005-07-07T08:54:00.000-07:00

Dear Fuckhead (aka, The Ex Husband and father of my 2 kids),

Apparently you think raising kids is free. You must not realize the costs involved in having children and being able to take care of them. That must be why you haven’t given me a dime since November of 2003, which happens to be the first and only child support payment I have ever received.

You don’t understand why I don’t want the kids living with you. I guess you forgot that about the time one year ago, you were missing for an entire month, and never called the kids once. And when I figured you weren’t coming back, I went to the house you were sharing with Julie and got the kids stuff out of your filthy dirty room, where we found drug paraphernalia. That also happened to be the same room our kids slept. I’m sorry, but I don’t exactly call that a safe environment for the kids to be in.

When you were finally found, you were in jail and had been arrested for grand theft auto, and having possession of a concealed weapon. You spent about 6 months in jail. Surely if you were in my shoes you would have concerns.

Also, another reason I don’t feel as though the kids should stay with you is the fact that since you obviously don’t think they cost any money, then what are they going to eat? I think I have a valid point here. Last time I checked, food does cost money, and kids, well, they need to eat food. I hope you understand this now that I’ve explained it.

I understand that I’m sure by now I make much more money than you do, considering that you are only working part time for some old lady doing handyman stuff. Not that you’re not capable of making much more money than I do, considering you did have that great Union job, working in construction. I still can’t figure out why you’re not back in the Union, because surely if you are earning Union wages, you must be financially capable of helping to support your own children. Hell, your own mother feels guilty that you don’t help me out and buys the kids clothes. I know this is how she feels because she told my mom this. I guess she saw or heard about all the new clothes I had bought the kids when I got my tax return, because I did make it a point to tell her.

I know that you know as long as the kids are with me, they will always be well taken care of, and they will never go without anything. They may not always get what they want, but that’s just part of life. Because you know this, and that me and the kids aren’t on the street begging for food, you must figure we are doing fine without your help. Now that we have David in our lives, yes we will be doing just fine, but it’s not his financial responsibility to put clothes on their back, pay for child care or feed them. It’s yours.

Sincerely,

The Mother of Your Children