This is back from Memorial Day weekend... but I love it. Lil man got his chance to go fishing with Santa after behaving nearly all school year (there was only a couple of weeks of school left)... He had a blast. Here he is really in a fish.
Place: Hatteras, NC (my fave place in the world and now Jen's and lil man's as well)
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Makes me smile
I'm once again in a sharing mood. This particular share involves my 10 month old niece Charley... She makes me all warm and tingly inside and I just friggin' love her to death. But anyway, please excuse my appearance, I didn't realize until this video how much weight gain monogamy has caused me, lol. (though I'm not complaining) Jen and I are going on a diet together starting Monday to attempt to drop some pounds that both of us are not comfortable carrying around. I may have to burn that striped polo as well... but anyway here it is.
Charley laughs hysterically while pepper does one of her tricks.
And well since I'm in a sharing mood... here's one from a month or so ago... she was laughing hysterically at the dogs then too...
She's a freakin' sweet heart. I love her.
Charley laughs hysterically while pepper does one of her tricks.
And well since I'm in a sharing mood... here's one from a month or so ago... she was laughing hysterically at the dogs then too...
She's a freakin' sweet heart. I love her.
Friday, July 23, 2010
A soldier's homecoming
I'm keeping this short but felt it important to share my excitement in what I'm about to reveal... MY DAD IS BACK. After a year in Kosovo... our soldier has returned. He flew into Norfolk last night (early no less, so Jen and I were the only ones there to greet him for a few minutes)... It's seems surreal that he was gone that long. But nonetheless he is back and I'm excited. My dad the Blackhawk helicopter maintenance test pilot... my hero. On the not so up side... the word on the street is that he'll be home for maybe 6 months before heading to Iraq. :( (I copied this pics from my mom's facebook page (though I took them...and they got really distorted when I tried to enlarge them, but hey... you'll just have to make due.)
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| Kissey Face |
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| Mom and Dad |
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| Dad met his granddaughter Charley (now 10 mo. old) for the first time |
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| Banner mom had made for the front porch |
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| and of course the BEAUTIFUL Jen and myself (I picked her up from work to meet dad at the airport, then dropped her back off...she had a late work night planned) I just can't help but love her. |
Friday, July 9, 2010
It seems to me
It seems to me that they changed the "branwny guy." Seems to me that he used to be dirty blonde, kinda longer hair, a lil bit eighties style hair... I dunno. I was just watching tv and the new one is dark haired and hella tan... I dont know, it just seemed weird to me. I don't buy brawny paper towels so it's not like I'm going to lose sleep over it, but I was caught off guard nonetheless.
It's been a week since moving into our new place. Pepper is having a hard time adjusting. She stopped eating her food (not people food of course)... finally after the second day of a full food bowl I had to hand feed her the equivalent of two handfuls one piece at a time so she thought she was getting a treat... then it dawned on her that perhaps she was hungry after all. She had explosive diarrhea for a few days as well ... breaks my heart to see her bumped out. I'm going to the country tomorrow to do grandmas hair and to take her the cook out that my brother is having... so she'll be able to run, chase birds and squirrels and what not while we are there. Pretty exciting stuff.
I'm having to adjust to Jen and my completely different sleep schedules, lol. I try to go to bed by no later than 11 so that I can get up and motivated for work in the am... Jen does not. There have been several occassions where she's been getting into bed or brushing her teeth to come to bed shortly before I'm getting out of the bed to go to work. So I pout. Like don't get me wrong, I want her to have her own life and she can stay up as long as she wants, but I guess in my mind I was just super excited knowing that i'd be going to bed and waking up next to her every morning. I have to remind myself that there is plenty of time for this and we are both adjusting.
I'm happy. I have noticed that things like laundry, dishes, cleaning in general are way more fun when you are doing them in your place. Not to say that things get done as quickly...lol... like i see dog hair on the floor and even though it's our place, it doesn't mean I'm going to get my big ass off the couch to actually vacuum right now... lol.
I dunno there's a lot on my mind I cant explain, I'm everywhere and nowhere all at the same time, just like I am most of the time... for now i'm going to walk away from the computer, put the leftovers in the fridge and put some clothes on so I'm ready to meet up with a friend and have a drink. I'm in the mood for music. I'm going to meet a friend of said friend and try to see how my gaydar reacts because my friend's gaydar is all fucked up in reference to her friend, lol... good times. More to come later, when I actually figure shit out.
It's been a week since moving into our new place. Pepper is having a hard time adjusting. She stopped eating her food (not people food of course)... finally after the second day of a full food bowl I had to hand feed her the equivalent of two handfuls one piece at a time so she thought she was getting a treat... then it dawned on her that perhaps she was hungry after all. She had explosive diarrhea for a few days as well ... breaks my heart to see her bumped out. I'm going to the country tomorrow to do grandmas hair and to take her the cook out that my brother is having... so she'll be able to run, chase birds and squirrels and what not while we are there. Pretty exciting stuff.
I'm having to adjust to Jen and my completely different sleep schedules, lol. I try to go to bed by no later than 11 so that I can get up and motivated for work in the am... Jen does not. There have been several occassions where she's been getting into bed or brushing her teeth to come to bed shortly before I'm getting out of the bed to go to work. So I pout. Like don't get me wrong, I want her to have her own life and she can stay up as long as she wants, but I guess in my mind I was just super excited knowing that i'd be going to bed and waking up next to her every morning. I have to remind myself that there is plenty of time for this and we are both adjusting.
I'm happy. I have noticed that things like laundry, dishes, cleaning in general are way more fun when you are doing them in your place. Not to say that things get done as quickly...lol... like i see dog hair on the floor and even though it's our place, it doesn't mean I'm going to get my big ass off the couch to actually vacuum right now... lol.
I dunno there's a lot on my mind I cant explain, I'm everywhere and nowhere all at the same time, just like I am most of the time... for now i'm going to walk away from the computer, put the leftovers in the fridge and put some clothes on so I'm ready to meet up with a friend and have a drink. I'm in the mood for music. I'm going to meet a friend of said friend and try to see how my gaydar reacts because my friend's gaydar is all fucked up in reference to her friend, lol... good times. More to come later, when I actually figure shit out.
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Weird.
I decided to do something nice and call grandma... yes, the grandma whose house I just moved out of and the same grandma whom I have not spoken to since Saturday. I called her on my lunch break and talked to her for 13 minutes and 11 seconds. Time which she used to tell me about vacation bible school and how she didn't realize she was 80 now until she tried to keep up with 4, 5, and 6 year olds... she told me about some friends of hers that died and how she tried to not call me because she figured I was busy.
She's cute. I explained that she could call whenever she wanted to and that if I was working or busy I'd return her voicemail (this lady has NEVER not left a voicemail.) I kind of feel like this act was my good deed for the day. I mean hell, it made her day... I guess I take for granted the little things that can occur and the emotions that can be experienced just with a simple phone call. It's a shame I hate phones so bad.
The other good deed I did was requesting time off for my brothers wedding on 9/11 of this year. Okay, how is this a good deed you ask? Well for starters, who the hell gets married on 9/11... i mean hello that day in my mind will always be associated with disaster, but eh... not important. It's a good deed because I'm totally not feeling the whole situation. I don't care for her as a person, I don't like who my brother has become... but in short, I'm being selfish and it's not about me. I wasn't down for my sisters wedding either, to the point that I refused to be her maid of honor... I guess I'm an awful selfish person... I'm trying to be better, but damn if it's happening overnight.
She's cute. I explained that she could call whenever she wanted to and that if I was working or busy I'd return her voicemail (this lady has NEVER not left a voicemail.) I kind of feel like this act was my good deed for the day. I mean hell, it made her day... I guess I take for granted the little things that can occur and the emotions that can be experienced just with a simple phone call. It's a shame I hate phones so bad.
The other good deed I did was requesting time off for my brothers wedding on 9/11 of this year. Okay, how is this a good deed you ask? Well for starters, who the hell gets married on 9/11... i mean hello that day in my mind will always be associated with disaster, but eh... not important. It's a good deed because I'm totally not feeling the whole situation. I don't care for her as a person, I don't like who my brother has become... but in short, I'm being selfish and it's not about me. I wasn't down for my sisters wedding either, to the point that I refused to be her maid of honor... I guess I'm an awful selfish person... I'm trying to be better, but damn if it's happening overnight.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Who am I?
I've been really out of character the past few days. I've been a total girl and it's ridiculous. Jen reminded me that the last time she checked, I had a vagina and therefore the "being a girl" thing was a given... I of course reminded her I didn't want to deal vagina unless I was licking it or something similar... which she may have found amusing, but I'm not sure...
I'm whiny and needy and overall irrational at times.
I was recently called out on always playing the "gay card" and how there's a time and a place to be gay and that perhaps I should tone it down ... "there's a time and a place for that..." My feelings were hurt to say the least.. it didn't help that I was in "girl mode" and pmsing, overly sensitive and what not...
The next day a situation came up and made it apparent that I was indeed "too gay." I was all to pieces. While I can't divulge details, because it isn't my place...I had convinced myself that Jen and I wouldn't be moving in together because what if it jeopardized her custody situation or something, I had a huge cry fest and really tried to dig down and figure out who I am. I called Jen and talked to her and she assured me that everything was going to be fine... and that my being "super" gay balanced us out since she can't be very openly gay...
Regardless of minor details and probably not making much sense here, I've already gotten rid of my inappropriate Vagyna license plate, as well as cleaned out my entire wardrobe of lesbian humor shirts because lil man is reading pretty well these days and I'm not trying to have something I wear initiate an awkward conversation with a 6 1/2 year old.
But aside from me being seemingly "too gay"... the one place I thought I'd find solace in was a complete let down. Hampton Roads Pride seemed like an amplified high school scene. Every clique split up in their own little groups... barely anyone just openly talking to someone else... the best part was this band called Ffelt... but anyway... at least I got to see that there were other gays in va besides me and Jen.
After spending as much time crying as I have the past few days I'm kind of having a "ah hah" moment. It's hard for me to believe that I'm as in love as I am. I have a woman by my side who completes me for a lack of better words. Our polar opposites compliment each other well and I long to be near her when I'm not.
I was talking to my mom and I admitted that for the first time in my entire life, I don't have the "power" in the relationship. In past relationships, things were always my way or the highway... with Jen it's not a matter of who is in charge or who holds whose heart by the strings but a mutual understanding and acceptance of the other.... It's hard to explain, overwhelming at times.
I'm so excited to begin this next chapter of my life with Jen. To know that we won't have to plan on who's going to be at whose house on which night, but know that we are coming home to each other... I have never looked forward to something so much in my entire life. I feel like for once in my life the control freak in me is surrendering to the unknown and it's okay. (I can't say I'm doing this in every area of my life, but in my relationship and moving in with Jen, absolutely.)
I've never experienced love like this. A mature, grown up emotion that is often times unexplainable. I love everything about her... her smile, her touch, the way she snores softly (normally not like a lumberjack) EVERYTHING. Jen asked me a while ago if I was truly ever really going to be able to handle "this"...this being her and a kid who is a typical boy... and I had to step back and ask are you serious? I failed to realize that she couldn't read my mind. How would she know that I've never been in a relationship where I didn't break up/make up with my partner repetitively or having a wandering eye curious as to if there was something better... if I never remind her of that. How would she know that that for the first time in my life, the anti-marriage me has actually imagined it... with her and only her. I still believe that I don't need a piece of paper to prove my commitment to my partner, but I also have never been in a relationship like this one. It's a good thing for sure. it's new and it's fabulous.
Sure, I'm rambling and probably not making a lot of sense, but the moral of the story is that when it all boils down to it, I know nothing is guaranteed in life, but for once I'm okay with the unknowns... because the person navigating my journey is worth that risk.
I'm whiny and needy and overall irrational at times.
I was recently called out on always playing the "gay card" and how there's a time and a place to be gay and that perhaps I should tone it down ... "there's a time and a place for that..." My feelings were hurt to say the least.. it didn't help that I was in "girl mode" and pmsing, overly sensitive and what not...
The next day a situation came up and made it apparent that I was indeed "too gay." I was all to pieces. While I can't divulge details, because it isn't my place...I had convinced myself that Jen and I wouldn't be moving in together because what if it jeopardized her custody situation or something, I had a huge cry fest and really tried to dig down and figure out who I am. I called Jen and talked to her and she assured me that everything was going to be fine... and that my being "super" gay balanced us out since she can't be very openly gay...
Regardless of minor details and probably not making much sense here, I've already gotten rid of my inappropriate Vagyna license plate, as well as cleaned out my entire wardrobe of lesbian humor shirts because lil man is reading pretty well these days and I'm not trying to have something I wear initiate an awkward conversation with a 6 1/2 year old.
But aside from me being seemingly "too gay"... the one place I thought I'd find solace in was a complete let down. Hampton Roads Pride seemed like an amplified high school scene. Every clique split up in their own little groups... barely anyone just openly talking to someone else... the best part was this band called Ffelt... but anyway... at least I got to see that there were other gays in va besides me and Jen.
After spending as much time crying as I have the past few days I'm kind of having a "ah hah" moment. It's hard for me to believe that I'm as in love as I am. I have a woman by my side who completes me for a lack of better words. Our polar opposites compliment each other well and I long to be near her when I'm not.
I was talking to my mom and I admitted that for the first time in my entire life, I don't have the "power" in the relationship. In past relationships, things were always my way or the highway... with Jen it's not a matter of who is in charge or who holds whose heart by the strings but a mutual understanding and acceptance of the other.... It's hard to explain, overwhelming at times.
I'm so excited to begin this next chapter of my life with Jen. To know that we won't have to plan on who's going to be at whose house on which night, but know that we are coming home to each other... I have never looked forward to something so much in my entire life. I feel like for once in my life the control freak in me is surrendering to the unknown and it's okay. (I can't say I'm doing this in every area of my life, but in my relationship and moving in with Jen, absolutely.)
I've never experienced love like this. A mature, grown up emotion that is often times unexplainable. I love everything about her... her smile, her touch, the way she snores softly (normally not like a lumberjack) EVERYTHING. Jen asked me a while ago if I was truly ever really going to be able to handle "this"...this being her and a kid who is a typical boy... and I had to step back and ask are you serious? I failed to realize that she couldn't read my mind. How would she know that I've never been in a relationship where I didn't break up/make up with my partner repetitively or having a wandering eye curious as to if there was something better... if I never remind her of that. How would she know that that for the first time in my life, the anti-marriage me has actually imagined it... with her and only her. I still believe that I don't need a piece of paper to prove my commitment to my partner, but I also have never been in a relationship like this one. It's a good thing for sure. it's new and it's fabulous.
Sure, I'm rambling and probably not making a lot of sense, but the moral of the story is that when it all boils down to it, I know nothing is guaranteed in life, but for once I'm okay with the unknowns... because the person navigating my journey is worth that risk.
The move
I'm at the point where I'm freaking out. There is still a lot to do and this control freak is having a hard time dealing with things that are out of my control. There's a whole lot of what if this happens or what if this occurs, etc etc etc... Don't get me wrong, I'm super excited and soooo ready to move in with Jen. I think it's a great thing for us... I'm just hoping I don't die before all of this goes down.
I have a giant pile of crap for a yard sale once the weather cools down, but even more crap to combine with Jen's and try to fit in an apartment. I'm stressed out with work, despite calling out yesterday and only being here today for 49 minutes so far... I just hate this place. I should be happy that I have a job, but something that seemed so perfect in the beginning is proving to be anything but at this point. My boss is an arrogant asshole who thinks he knows everything and is currently pouting because he's convinced that I stole his idea for a suggestion I made, which I didn't... He doesn't have his facts straight that's for sure... one of my suggestions was something I also suggested at a previous employer and the other one I didn't claim as my own, I simply said, "I understand that ya'll used to do things this way... I think we should go back to that because the cost savings would be great..." I didn't make anything my own idea... I simply took a thought that I had been telling my boss, but who blocks me out because he gets tired of the sound of my voice thereby making nothing happen in the long run and presented the thought to the CEO who just so happened to agree with me.
I really just want to win the lottery. Like tonight. Win it, quit my job, find an awesome, reasonable house in a great school district for lil man, and pay someone to move my shit for me. Then try and get Jen to quit her job as well and we could start something together on our own time... no more of her working every weekend, or every date night, or ALL the time... type of stuff.
It's sad... It's like I tell myself as I lay in bed the night before that tomorrow's gonna be a good day and I'm going to go into work with a smile on my face and get the stuff done that I need to and not let these fuckers get to me, but they always do. I'm bitter.
I hate that I'm the only female supervisor, I hate that anytime I have a thought they think it's me bitching, I hate that I work with homophobes, I hate that my ethics are tested and failed during busy seasons, I hate the heat...
On a lighter note I love Jen. I love that I won't have to wake up in the middle of the night and have pepper laying next to me but not Jen... I love that we get to start a new chapter of our lives and I love how I've never loved someone so intensely in my life even if that is extremely scary for me a lot of the time. For now... I just need to make it to 3 o'clock... The move happens on Thursday the 1st... everyone keep your fingers crossed, please.
I have a giant pile of crap for a yard sale once the weather cools down, but even more crap to combine with Jen's and try to fit in an apartment. I'm stressed out with work, despite calling out yesterday and only being here today for 49 minutes so far... I just hate this place. I should be happy that I have a job, but something that seemed so perfect in the beginning is proving to be anything but at this point. My boss is an arrogant asshole who thinks he knows everything and is currently pouting because he's convinced that I stole his idea for a suggestion I made, which I didn't... He doesn't have his facts straight that's for sure... one of my suggestions was something I also suggested at a previous employer and the other one I didn't claim as my own, I simply said, "I understand that ya'll used to do things this way... I think we should go back to that because the cost savings would be great..." I didn't make anything my own idea... I simply took a thought that I had been telling my boss, but who blocks me out because he gets tired of the sound of my voice thereby making nothing happen in the long run and presented the thought to the CEO who just so happened to agree with me.
I really just want to win the lottery. Like tonight. Win it, quit my job, find an awesome, reasonable house in a great school district for lil man, and pay someone to move my shit for me. Then try and get Jen to quit her job as well and we could start something together on our own time... no more of her working every weekend, or every date night, or ALL the time... type of stuff.
It's sad... It's like I tell myself as I lay in bed the night before that tomorrow's gonna be a good day and I'm going to go into work with a smile on my face and get the stuff done that I need to and not let these fuckers get to me, but they always do. I'm bitter.
I hate that I'm the only female supervisor, I hate that anytime I have a thought they think it's me bitching, I hate that I work with homophobes, I hate that my ethics are tested and failed during busy seasons, I hate the heat...
On a lighter note I love Jen. I love that I won't have to wake up in the middle of the night and have pepper laying next to me but not Jen... I love that we get to start a new chapter of our lives and I love how I've never loved someone so intensely in my life even if that is extremely scary for me a lot of the time. For now... I just need to make it to 3 o'clock... The move happens on Thursday the 1st... everyone keep your fingers crossed, please.
Crotchedy
So let me start with a disclaimer that states that I am in no way trying to mask some horrible case of crotch rot, but it's important that I share my routine in order for this whole situation to make sense. You see, I work in a warehouse. Warehouse equal extreme heat... when the temp is 102 with a heat index of 115 you can expect the warehouse to be even hotter on the inside (the same goes for the cold weather too... warehouses, unless climate controlled tend to be colder or hotter than the actual temp and you have to dress accordingly.)
The way I deal with this situation is to of course rock some cargo shorts and a polo (since when I wear my t-shirts, my boss tends to bitch because it's not as professional... even though there is nobody in the fucking warehouse right now except for supervisors and the managers... 5 of us total...but I digress)... What I like to do and what helps in dealing with being a woman, with a lil extra weight working in temperatures that I can only imagine hell to feel like is to (hear comes the tmi... but you'll get over it I'm sure) a. wear a panty liner... (this serves to catch some of the sweat which pools from places you weren't aware you could sweat from previously, b. use powder on inner thighs (this helps to get your pants back up after peeing and cuts down on the "wet bathing suit effect" which makes getting said pants back on more difficult.) and c. Summer's Eve Feminine deodorant spray ... which yes, I use in the crotch region as well as with my regular deodorant in my arm pits...
So yes, there is a system and while it doesn't eliminate all issues associated with the amount of sweating I do at work, it makes me feel a little bit better, so I'm going to run with it. Well the other day was pride. I was going to be going out in 102 degree heat in the baking sun and decided that I should at least follow through with at least one of my normal three additional steps... I opted for just the spray. I picked it up from the bathroom counter and sprayed and grabbed by underwear to start getting dressed and got a whiff of something that didn't smell right... you see... anyone who has ever used any type of feminine product knows that there is generally a powdery smell, or something fresh... well this smelled odd... that's when I looked at the can and realized that I had just sprayed my vagina and arm pits with travel size Rusk Hairspray and not the summer's eve spray at all...
WTF? Needless to say I had to remedy the situation with a wet wash cloth and start all over again before walking out the door and going to pride. (which was a total disappointment by the way)...
So what have we learned from this situation? It's good to have a routine, but read the can before you spray anything around your vagina... I will have to say that never has my bush had such volume and control, haha.
The way I deal with this situation is to of course rock some cargo shorts and a polo (since when I wear my t-shirts, my boss tends to bitch because it's not as professional... even though there is nobody in the fucking warehouse right now except for supervisors and the managers... 5 of us total...but I digress)... What I like to do and what helps in dealing with being a woman, with a lil extra weight working in temperatures that I can only imagine hell to feel like is to (hear comes the tmi... but you'll get over it I'm sure) a. wear a panty liner... (this serves to catch some of the sweat which pools from places you weren't aware you could sweat from previously, b. use powder on inner thighs (this helps to get your pants back up after peeing and cuts down on the "wet bathing suit effect" which makes getting said pants back on more difficult.) and c. Summer's Eve Feminine deodorant spray ... which yes, I use in the crotch region as well as with my regular deodorant in my arm pits...
So yes, there is a system and while it doesn't eliminate all issues associated with the amount of sweating I do at work, it makes me feel a little bit better, so I'm going to run with it. Well the other day was pride. I was going to be going out in 102 degree heat in the baking sun and decided that I should at least follow through with at least one of my normal three additional steps... I opted for just the spray. I picked it up from the bathroom counter and sprayed and grabbed by underwear to start getting dressed and got a whiff of something that didn't smell right... you see... anyone who has ever used any type of feminine product knows that there is generally a powdery smell, or something fresh... well this smelled odd... that's when I looked at the can and realized that I had just sprayed my vagina and arm pits with travel size Rusk Hairspray and not the summer's eve spray at all...
WTF? Needless to say I had to remedy the situation with a wet wash cloth and start all over again before walking out the door and going to pride. (which was a total disappointment by the way)...
So what have we learned from this situation? It's good to have a routine, but read the can before you spray anything around your vagina... I will have to say that never has my bush had such volume and control, haha.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Update.
It's no secret that yesterday was my birthday. I turned 29 and had a wicked hangover as some of you may have predicted, lol. I got up at 4 am when my mom called me, showered, tried to function, drank like nine gallons of water because I was totally parched from my antics the night before... well when I sat down behind the steering wheel to drive into work it became rather apparent that I was too trashed to drive. I just couldnt bring myself to risk a DUI on a work day or killing some kid standing outside waiting for a bus. I text my boss and decided to go in around the 9 mark (3 hours later than scheduled)... still nursing my hangover you can imagine how pissed I was to drive into work and discover that we weren't shipping any trucks whatsoever, so I didn't really need to be there...WTF? I could have just slept in on my birthday and no one bothered to share this information with me. Boo.
I was walking out the door (4 o'clock pm) by this point when my phone rang. I figured it was one of the 973 phone calls I received with birthday wishes (I hate the telephone...despise it really, but do appreciate the birthday thoughts...) My sister tried to text me 29 times with a happy birthday message, luckily tiring out by text #6... but I digress... It was not a birthday wish...it was Kathy from the apartments that Jen and I were trying to get into.
She wanted to let me know that we were both accepted... I was very pleased to say the least and then asked how much more of a security deposit we'd need, figuring between the two of us our credit was jacked up somewhere... no more money needed. Our security deposit would stay 99 bucks, which I had already paid to secure the apartment and ensure she wouldn't give it away to anyone else. Now all that has to be paid is my non-refundable pet deposit. No problem. Pepper is coming with us... but Chino is not. Chad's allergies are too bad to live with a cat in a place that size...plus Chino has lived at Grandmas since he was 6 months old and considering he's like 6 years old now... I don't want to uproot him.... now the task is going to be to convince Gma that she wants Chino around for company (which she loves having him around for) and that I'll still come up on the weekends to do her hair/change the litter box... If she says no that I'm going to have to find a home for him and I think that may kill him (or me come to think of it.)...
I left work and immediately called Jen and was like, so do you want the good news or the bad news...she of course wouldn't play along...She was like, "oh my god, just tell me we didnt get the apartment and get it over with..." lol... no fun (I've been calling her debbie downer since recently she has adopted my normal bubble bursting demeanor), lol.... I told her and I could hear the smile on her face... she was stoked... we both were.
It's exciting. It's still nerve racking to know that i'm going to be literally broke and potentially kill me to know that my girl is going to be pulling more of the weight than I will at this place financially, but that won't be forever hopefully...
I shared my theory with Jen the other day... (she didn't find it as amusing as I did and I'm pretty sure she called me a jackass which is my petname as of late, hahah) but My theory is... that gay marriage will be legal in VA (and hell by all states) by the time I make my last student loan payment...at the ripe ol' age of 59. 30 years from now. I mean I figure that buys us some time, hahah.
Anyway... thanks everyone for the good luck wishes and crossed fingers. It was a fantastic birthday present to receive.
Now I have one more our to kill at work...I stayed late so that I could set off bug/roach foggers in the breakroom in the warehouse...I've seen way too many roaches to want to bring in a lunchbox and potentially take them home with me...friggin' gross. I can't set them off til everyone is out of the building.... now to finish my work...
I was walking out the door (4 o'clock pm) by this point when my phone rang. I figured it was one of the 973 phone calls I received with birthday wishes (I hate the telephone...despise it really, but do appreciate the birthday thoughts...) My sister tried to text me 29 times with a happy birthday message, luckily tiring out by text #6... but I digress... It was not a birthday wish...it was Kathy from the apartments that Jen and I were trying to get into.
She wanted to let me know that we were both accepted... I was very pleased to say the least and then asked how much more of a security deposit we'd need, figuring between the two of us our credit was jacked up somewhere... no more money needed. Our security deposit would stay 99 bucks, which I had already paid to secure the apartment and ensure she wouldn't give it away to anyone else. Now all that has to be paid is my non-refundable pet deposit. No problem. Pepper is coming with us... but Chino is not. Chad's allergies are too bad to live with a cat in a place that size...plus Chino has lived at Grandmas since he was 6 months old and considering he's like 6 years old now... I don't want to uproot him.... now the task is going to be to convince Gma that she wants Chino around for company (which she loves having him around for) and that I'll still come up on the weekends to do her hair/change the litter box... If she says no that I'm going to have to find a home for him and I think that may kill him (or me come to think of it.)...
I left work and immediately called Jen and was like, so do you want the good news or the bad news...she of course wouldn't play along...She was like, "oh my god, just tell me we didnt get the apartment and get it over with..." lol... no fun (I've been calling her debbie downer since recently she has adopted my normal bubble bursting demeanor), lol.... I told her and I could hear the smile on her face... she was stoked... we both were.
It's exciting. It's still nerve racking to know that i'm going to be literally broke and potentially kill me to know that my girl is going to be pulling more of the weight than I will at this place financially, but that won't be forever hopefully...
I shared my theory with Jen the other day... (she didn't find it as amusing as I did and I'm pretty sure she called me a jackass which is my petname as of late, hahah) but My theory is... that gay marriage will be legal in VA (and hell by all states) by the time I make my last student loan payment...at the ripe ol' age of 59. 30 years from now. I mean I figure that buys us some time, hahah.
Anyway... thanks everyone for the good luck wishes and crossed fingers. It was a fantastic birthday present to receive.
Now I have one more our to kill at work...I stayed late so that I could set off bug/roach foggers in the breakroom in the warehouse...I've seen way too many roaches to want to bring in a lunchbox and potentially take them home with me...friggin' gross. I can't set them off til everyone is out of the building.... now to finish my work...
Sunday, May 23, 2010
wooohoooo
(Me and the love of my friggin' life... Jen, the beautiful)
So tomorrow is my birthday...what's been goin on in my world you ask? well the same ol same ol...right now I'm trashed and it feels oh so fabulsou. my mom did burgers on the grill which got rained out but was still awesome...we broke out the captain morgain and drank and drank and drank...it was great.
Mom gave me my present early (with dad on Skype via kosovo) ... it was a silver pelican necklace..the pelican's mouth is open with a diamond in it... the diamond is from my mom's engagement ring from 29 years ago..>(* I turn 20 tomorrow)... friggin' sweet. Like I love the amount of thought that went into this... it's great. great great.
Jen and I found an apartment which we love...hopefully we'll find out by tuesday if we got it or not... I'm excited. I can't wati to live with her... all the time. Im having one more drink and then it'll be bed time. I've gtotta load 4 containers tomorrow to go to CHina... Happy birthday to me... god today was great... just great... cross your fingers for Jen and i.
It's werid ... my ex prior to Jen sent me a friend request via facebook whcih i wasn't going to accept but Jen said to go ahead becasue she wanted to be flaunted, lol... the ex actually invited me and "my girl" as she put it to this shin dig, but I declined, I just don't see the point...
I draink sooo much captian morgan tonight... now I'm winding down with a lil Jack. god aI Haven drank in soooo long. I'm sure I'll drink next weekend when I take lil man and Jen to the beach again for my annual beach tripo.
(Oh yeah, I totally went there...)... lol....
happy berfday to me. hehe.
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