Oh.

Heather, let's do Monday. Maybe you can come up here to the mall and we can go to the coffee house I frequent... listen to some open mic jams. Sound good? Let me know. Call me tommorow, leave a message or something.

Adios.

Hang-over the edge of insanity.

I'm not sure where that title came from.

So H-dog, swimsuit shopping. Monday night is good, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday bad. Friday up in the air. I guess just give me a call.

I called Allyson-face, her b-day was on the 25th.... so we were all wrong. Oh well. I didn't talk to her, just left a message, she called back and I was busy... might call her today.

I've been going and doing so many things lately. Tuesday Bradley and I went hiking and canoeing... it was soo much fun. I'm going to take Tom there, maybe on Thursday. Thursday night I went to go see Dodgeball with Denise and Fletch and some other friends, it was okay. Hopefully it fufills the "Seeing Denise" requirement for a few weeks. Yesterday was a BLAST. I haven't had so much fun in a very very long time. The new cute guy from church, plus a ton of other church friends and new people, and I, went to Dave and Buster's. It was sooo much fun. They never carded me so I had a few to drink, which was nice, and we played games all night. Ski-ball, this canoe one that's a riot, we "rode" Harley's, played virtual golf.... Wheel of Fortune... everything. It's Chuckie Cheese with alcohol. Oh, and instead of a stuffed animal I got a shot glass with my tickets. I can't wait to go back, I keep on saying, it was so much fun.

Anywho, so today I'm dead since I had only a few hours of sleep. Ahh... that's okay right?

Tom comes home Tuesday nite!!

Oh! I forgot, Heather-face, once I got off the phone with you the other night he called me. =) I've been smiling ever since.

Earplugs anyone?

The neighbor's are out of town, and their sons have people over. Now, mind you, this is coming from soccer mom me. I wish the would shut up already!! They are out playing basketball and screaming and yelling. I feel like calling the po-lice.

Sigh. I guess I'm cranky?

I thought about calling Denise today. Then I didn't. I don't know if I'm lonely and have no friends or actually miss her. Prolly the first.

WRONG!
A Short Story.
(Par-done le French-e.)

So ThirdFed came up with all these new ideas. One was "summer casual clothing days." All of my previous clothes have been stricken from the "casual list" of items. We are now supposed to wear khakis and capris. (None of which I really own. The pairs I do have don't fit.) Sigh. So, Mum and I drudge up to the mall and go shopping. I did find a sale at Payless and bought some sandals. Since a new rule is "hosiery is not required but recommended." I figure if the guy's don't have to wear ties, fuck the nylons.

WRONG.

Friday I come strolling in with my new nylon free feet, clad with instead, cute white sandals. They have a skinny heel, but have the "thingie between the toes," similar to flip flops... but they aren't. They're sandals in my book. Anyway, I get pounced on by everyone. Supposedly "summer casual" days do not start until the coming Monday. How was I supposed to know? They tell me to sit in my seat and pray our manager Lisa doesn't notice my feet.

WRONG AGAIN.

Not only do I have to walk right by Lisa, (tittering because I'm not used to the heels,) but some woman named Shelly decided to audit me (count my money and make sure it balances.) So Shelly follows me everywhere I go (and has to notice the shoes.) Later in the day, after Shelly leaves (along with Lisa's manager Katie, a district manager,) I begin breathing. No one said anything.

Wait.

WRONG.

Lisa comes over later that day and announces "to the group," that summer casual days do not start today, they start Monday, so we should have nylons or socks on our feet, and we should NOT be wearing any type of shoe with a "thingie between the toe." She glared at me during that little speech. Nice of her not to tack my name onto the end of it... but everyone saw the glare anyway. So, I got a glare. Wheew.

Yeah, right.

WRONG.

She then points to the sweater hanging on the back of my chair. The blue knit one I bought at Abercrombie on sale this past spring. With the brown buttons? Anyways, she also says that anything with a hood is also not permissible. It doesn't matter if it is silk with a fucking hood. If it has a hood, it's banned.

So not only are my cool new sandals forboden, my only source of warmth in the icebox I call work has been thrown out the window.

Damn.

Then, to make my day worse, they tell me the woman, Shelly, who audited me? Yeah, she's Lisa's manager Katie's manager. Fucking figures. If she noticed my shoes and cared more, I could have been canned on the spot.

I think that's the last time I'm going to be a rebel. Fuck, I'll wear nylons to bed if I have to now. Stupid rules.



The End.

Buy Me a Beer

So I just found out that we get off on Monday July 5th in observance of 4th of July. That means another long weekend for me! Yahoo!! We should all plan on doing something. And someone should really call Allyson. Honestly. Maybe Heather and I can come to CBus, Allyson and Scott can come up... and perhaps by then Tom won't suck, Earl will be wonderlishcous, and Em will have met Prince Charming. (So they can all come too.)

Or perhaps not and Scott with have to deal with being the only male in the bunch.

Talking about Earl - this is for you H-dog:

Goodbye Earl

Mary Ann and Wanda were the best of friends
all through their high school days
both members of the 4-H Club, both active in the FFA.
After graduation Mary Ann went out,
looking for a bright new world.
Wanda looked all around this town
and all she found was Earl.

Well, it wasn't two weeks after she got married
that Wanda started gettin' abused.
She put on dark glasses, and long-sleeved blouses
and make-up to cover the bruises.
She finally got the nerve to file for divorce;
she let the law take it from there.
But Earl walked right through that restraining order
and put her in intensive care.

Right away Mary Ann flew in from Atlanta
on a red-eye midnight flight.
She held Wanda's hand, and they worked out a plan,
and it didn't take them long to decide that
Earl had to Die.

Goodbye, Earl.
Those black-eyed peas, they tasted alright to me, Earl.
You feelin' weak? Why don't you laid down and sleep, Earl.
Ain't it dark, wrapped up in that tarp, Earl?

Well, the cops came by to bring Earl in;
They searched the house high and low.
Then they tipped their hats and said
"Thank you, ladies, if you hear from him let us know."
Well the weeks went by, and spring turned to summer
and summer faded into fall.
And it turns out he was a missing person
Who nobody missed at all.

The girls bought some land and a road-side stand
down on highway 109.
They sell Tennessee ham and strawberry jam
and they don't lose any sleep at night,
'cause Earl had to die.

Goodbye, Earl.
We need a break; let's go out to the lake, Earl.
We'll pack a lunch, and stuff you in the trunk, Earl.
Well, is that alright? Good, let's go for a ride, Earl.

Dixie Chicks

Cranky-Puss

I know I've been cranky lately. So sorry.

Thirteen more days till Tom comes home. Then again, once I see him it will be back to calling him stupid-face and complaining about how he ruins my life. So maybe I should stop counting, eh?

Then again, after this month, I don't think there will be much complaining anymore about him.

I can't do the different religion thing. Sorry Em, no plans to marry Doug in the future.

Anyway, that's all.

Adios.

Oh wait, it's NOT getting any better than this.

Today SUCKED.

Let's rewind.

Sunday
Total Sleep: Five to six hours.

Read my previous post about my family bickering and fighting ALL day. Sunday night I think about Tom wayyy too much. I fall asleep much later than normal and toss and turn all night.

Monday
Total Sleep: Four to five hours.

On Monday I found out that someone I knew from my youth group, a girl who graduated a year after me, passed away. They aren't sure how she died yet, but they did/are doing an autopsy. The wake is tonight (Wed) and the funeral tommorow. I'm going tonite, but will have to work during the funeral. Monday night, it takes me over two hours to fall asleep, and I recall waking up numerous times during the night.

Tuesday
Total Sleep: Possibly five hours.

Tuesday was okay, my guy friend Bryan and I went to the Indian's game with some friends. He and I discuss two things, a trip (just us,) this weekend, and the fling we had a few summers ago. He buys peanuts and keeps the bag on the ground between his legs, so each time I want a peanut I find myself reaching in between his legs. Also, I bring up Tom very often. Tom this, Tom that. Decide later in the evening after the game that if I do go somewhere with him, I will try my hardest to not fool around with him. Or perhaps to leave my conscious at home. I am exhausted, but again sleep very little the whole night.

Wednesday
Total Sleep to be determined.

Today SUCKED.

I kept on fucking up all day long. Customers kept on biting my head off alll day long. Luckally my boss never got around to biting my head off, but she did mention (all day long,) how out of it I was. I balance and I am $1,000 short. I FREAK OUT (quietly,) then find out the problem, so it ended up not being a big deal.

I have to go to the wake tonight.

Oh, and they are talking about some golf ball hail sometime soon. Great.

Happy day. Oh, fucking happy day.

hugging the porcelain god

No, I did not get so drunk as to be "hugging" it. Actually, I only drank two, very awful, Bud Lights. Honestly. Why do people drink that stuff? Better than the other option I suppose... Natty. Anyway, went to my friend Kimberly's last night for some bonfire-ishness and beer. She was in France for the past semester, and is going to be leaving to go back to school in a week. I guess she got an apartment with a friend and needs to move in now. Met a guy from X. He was a friend of Kim's boyfriend. I thought I recognized him, and he said it could be from church up here, but then Kim started talking to me about school and he said that he went there too. How random.

Anyway, I'm in a shitty mood cause my fam is being crazy. We went to noon mass then were going to go out to eat, but Linds threw a fit because she had nothing to wear (though she was wearing something to church... so that doesn't make sense,) then Kel threw a fit because Linds is "ruining her life," and then Mum threw a fit because she wanted to have a "nice day off," and she's "the only one who ever does anything around here." (Even though if you point out everything you did do, it doesn't make a difference, she still plays the "woe is me" card.) It ended up with everyone running into their rooms and slamming their doors. I ran into mine and slammed it too just to join the crowd. Then Dad, left alone without a door to slam, tried getting Linds dressed and just made matters worse because she threw a temper tantrum and started fake crying (the most pathetic thing I've ever heard, especially since she's going to be in 8th grade...) and Kel started screaming and so did Mum. So I'm just sittin here wishing I wasn't sittin here and getting quite hungry.

Sigh.

My forget about guy week went not so well. I've seen slight improvements, but it needs work.

The forget about Tom thing is a mess. I was in the mall and found myself pretending to be interested in purchasing his cologne... and now I have a swatch of it in my purse ........ crazy woman I am. There are moments when I don't think about him at all... then there are moments where I am so wrapped up in missing him it hurts.

I talked with Doug for two hours online last night. We were flirting a bit. I told him about my crazy dreams of him, he told me how he made the bunk beds one big bed. He asked me to come visit, I told him I didn't think so. He's amazing. I admit. But he's also not for me right now. It's like what Tom is always telling me, he can't start something with me unless it's going to be serious, and long term. I feel that way about Doug. I don't think I could go down there for a weekend and fool around. (If he even knows how to fool around.....) I can't start anything with him until I stop quoting Tom, smelling Tom's cologne, and thinking about being Mrs. Tom.

Well, time to find some food in this house. Em-face, I have this coming up Saturday, Sunday, and Monday free. Lets do something. Maybe Allyson-face and Scott-ith can drive up and join us. Call me. Or, I'll call you.

So long, farewell, auf wiedershen, adieu. To you, and you

Shipwreck

This forgetting guy thing is impossible.

That's all I have to say about that.

Heather-face, Em says hola, that her computer is a du-fuss-face,
(my words, aka not working) and that she misses us like crazy. *(I think that's a song, because a tune came to my head. Ugh.) Anyway, I have next Saturday, Sunday, and Monday off... would you like to go visit her maybe? I'll have to call her again and ask if she is free. Maybe we all could go visit Allyson too or something. I don't know.

Oh. I had yet another "raunchy" Doug dream. What the hell? I hardly think about him. Well, take that back. I do think about him occasionally, and I do miss him. But I DO NOT daydream about him. And all of a sudden I have these two dreams, not far apart, about him and I having some f-u-n. So the last was yesterday, and today I thought about it non stop. I loved what Em said on the phone, "maybe you're supposed to marry him." I wish it were that easy.... have a few dreams about the guy, know he's "The One..." Yeah... right.

I do not think, or miss, Tom as much as I thought I would. But then, he's only been gone a week. Hmmmmm.

Anywho. Back to life. I might be going to a "party" tonight. Too bad this party girl worked nine f-ing hours today with bitchy women and stupid customers and has to wake up at quarter to seven to go work with them again. Ya-hoo. (That means, no late night for me. Silly job.)

Nighty night amigos.

Day One

Today is Day One of my No Guy Plan. Let's just say it hasn't been working very well. It's like Lent, you give up chocolate or something and by the second hour you've already had three Hershey bars... even though if it was not Lent it would take you a week (not an hour) to eat the same amount. Basically, you give something up and you want it more.

Which, according to the self-help-relationship book I won't admit I'm reading, is the way to win men over. Give them up, and not only are you more attracted to them, they are more attracted to you.

I'm not sure if this is my goal for giving up men completely for a week, (then mostly for the rest of the month...) but I will admit it won't hurt a damn thing.

I struggled the whole day. I've never dieted, and I would say dieting is prolly twenty times worse. Not checking out guys at work, not renting any overtly romance-oriented movies, or books from the library... nothing. Not breathing, thinking, or living in the world of men. For me, it seems impossible. Day one isn't even over.

I must say, I think it will work like that book says it will. (*Again, not like that is my goal.... just an added benifit.) I was at the grocery store shopping for tommorow night's dinner (I'm cooking!) and was completely thinking about food, and chocolate I must say, when this guy who worked at the store called out, from like ten feet away, and asked if I needed help. He catered to my every need for about fifteen minutes. Even my mother was laughing as we left and said she thought he really liked me. Interesant.

Anyway! No talking about guys. No calling, no hanging out with, no thinking... about guys. Lol.

Thought I'd share. More later.