Wednesday, February 28, 2007

So much for being careful...

I obviously spoke too soon in my last blog. I was really, really, really trying to be careful with my coffee this morning. In fact, my first cup went smooth. It all ended up in my mouth and tummy. The second cup...another damn story. I was doing something new and mixed some cocoa mix with my coffee and as I was stirring it and tasting it to make sure I got it just right, I dumped some right in my lap. That's right, on me. Not on my desk, not on my floor, no where but on my lap. I know, so funny. But really not. The only thing that is keeping me from freaking out about it is I wore brown pants today, so now that it has dried, you can't even tell. You can however see a couple coffee spots on my elbow and I have no fucking clue how they got there. Oh dear...

Wasted Coffee

Ha, so yesterday I found out some news that will need to remain a secret for now, but in the process it was good news and I was excited and shaking and not so sure what to do with myself. In fact, I was so excited that I turned wrong as my desk while on the phone and knocked my entire cup of coffee all over my desk. It was a full cup too. It was lovely. I sat there looking at the puddle that happened to not get on my keyboard or any part of my computer at all. Instead it somehow leaked down into ALL of my drawers and made a nice puddle on the floor. It was splendid I tell you. It really was a chore to clean it up because I literally had to open all my drawers, wipe down all the contents and the puddle in each one of them. Let's just say, today I am being super careful with my coffee because I don't need another mess like that. I was pissed though seeing yummy cup of coffee get shit canned!

Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Time for Surgery

I went back to the eye doctor yesterday. He did many more tests on me, but before he did he said, "I am going to try to find a reason for you not to have lasik done." Really? That is not why I am here. I am here because that is what I want and I want it like NOW! Yes, I am very impatient. So we went through all the tests and whatnot and sure enough, he couldn't find one reason for me not to. That made me super happy. At that point, I was ready to throw on my glasses and start prepping for the surgery. Imagine how disappointed I was to find that I can't do it before I go to Cabo! The reason being, I would only have it done a couple weeks before I left and he recommends not leaving the country for at least a month. That just doesn't work for me. So what I did was schedule it for when I got back. The day after I get back I will start wearing my glasses and on May 23, I will have the procedure done. I am absolutely elated! I am so excited for the thought of knowing I will be able to see without the aid of my contacts or glasses. I can't wait to know what it is like to see the alarm clock when I wake up in the morning or just have normal eyes. I just don't know what that is like. I am not happy about how much it is going to cost, but I think that the reward will be so worth it. I can't wait!

My new bathing suit

I wrote about the new bathing suit that I bought last week and Shannon suggested that I put up a link so y'all could see it. So click here

Ah, but still nice

Oh yes, even though she ripped my ass about everything (my roommate that is), she has been absolutely kissing my ass since I got back from my tournament. When I got home on Sunday night she was awake and there even though she said she wouldn't be there. I remember walking in just hoping that no words were spoken because I was still upset about all her damn text messages (they totalled over 50). I went straight to my room and was starting to unpack when she comes waltzing in and started asking me about the weekend and how the girls played, and then telling me about her weekend as if nothing had happened. It was crazy.

Even last night she was super nice (yes, I was actually home for once). She came home was talking to me, wanted to eat with me, then sat in my room for over and hour and watched TV. So weird.

She really is a nice person, I am just thinking that we don't do well living together.

Monday, February 26, 2007

The roommate is driving me crazy!

Here is an update on the roommate situation that was actually going fairly well. I think a lot of it had to do with me just not letting things bother me like they used to. For example, I wouldn't get upset when she would wake up when she got home even if it was happening at least three times a week. I wasn't getting annoyed with her for not cleaning. Instead, I cleaned and told her what she needed to do to help out, which she did half assed and I let go. She on the other hand is petty and about fried my damn ass yesterday. I haven't bitched about anything and the only thing I have asked from her is to park in our covered parking when it is cold enough that it will frost over or is going to snow so I am not having to leave ten minutes early just to scrape my windows and defrost my truck. To me, I don't think it is much to ask especially since I leave at 7:30am and she doesn't ever leave the house before 10:30am and by that time, it is warm enough that frost is not ice and that's if it is still frosted!

So I was at my tournament yesterday and I get a text randomly with her bitching about me not leaving the mail key while I was out of town. Really? It is Sunday and mail doesn't come on Sunday's. Not to mention, she doesn't get shit in the mail and I have been checking the fucking mail every single day. I wrote her a next time message back along those lines but said that I would leave the key from now on. I don't know what was so pressing but she hasn't asked for it today at all. Her text messages were just rude so I asked her why she felt the need to rip my ass. She said she was just frustrated about some things and just keeps it inside. I couldn't believe it. What the hell could she possibly be upset with me for. All of everything is in my name. She has no responsibility, she pretty much has the house to herself since I am never here, and I have kept everything inside that has even bothered me at all. Due to my curiosity, I asked her what was bothering her. Man, did I feel like I was back in high school with how our text conversation went from there. She played the whole, "Just 'stuff' is bothering me, I don't want to talk about it right now (the why the fuck did you bring it up in the first place!?!!?), I'll tell you but right now I am busy," and so on. So I dropped it. I went and coached a match and got back to my phone and there were eight text messages from her, all completely full and running on to the next.

This pretty much sums up her issues (and then I will explain my point):
-me parking under the covered parking
-me bitching about frost and snow when I have 4-wheel drive
-all I need to do is warm up my car and turn on my windshield wipers
-I act like I don't give a shit about the cats, even though she knows they are naughty
-I stress about mess and trash and she doesn't see the point in stressing about it
-I didn't take a box of trash out before I left for Cali
-I didn't get litter before I left to Cali and it would have taken me 5 minutes
-I ripped her ass for the hole in her wall, but my friend hasn't come through to fix it
(yes, I just went through the texts to pull out all of this...)

I couldn't believe it. She is bitching about such petty shit. Instantly I wanted to rip her fucking head off, but instead, I took a breath and tried to be rational and explained myself.

1) I only want to park in the covered parking because I don't want to leave early. It has nothing to do with 4-wheel drive.
*again, she leaves at 11 in the morning and I leave early when it is ice. Not to mention, she doesn't know shit about snow or scraping cars...she is from fucking HAWAII!!!!!
2) It isn't as easy as turning on your windshield wipers in the morning. You actually have to scrape the shit off your car because it freezes. I think I would know, I have lived here my whole life.
3) At this point, I don't give a shit about the cats. I want them gone. They are breaking my shit and ruining things and it is my name on the lease and my deposit money I am watching drain, not to mention the shit that is getting broken.
4) Yes, I do stress about trash and mess because I live here and I don't like living with shit and garbage freaking everywhere. I don't think that is so un-normal.
*do I have to mention, this is my place and she is renting the room from me?*
5) You're right, I didn't take the box of trash out even though I was parked next to the dumpster, but again, I was in a hurry to get out of town due to a winter storm warning and that wasn't on my mind at the time.
6) I didn't get litter, but I was working a full day and I let you know well ahead of time that I wasn't going to get to it. It's not like I didn't say anything, she got home and noticed and had to go get it. Plus, she had ample time to shop for everything else, that couldn't have been out of her way. Again, I was on my way out of town.
7) As for the hole in her wall, that really isn't my problem. I am not the one that put the fucking picture frame through it and I am not going to go out of my way just to get it fixed at this point. I will however have someone look at it, but it will be on my time at this point.

Seriously, she just frustrates the shit out of me. I don't get how she has the balls to rip my ass about anything. The more I think about it, the more I realize how out of line she is for complaining about anything at all. She is renting a room from me. Her name is no where on the lease. It isn't her money for the deposit, it is mine. She is the one that is here more than me and yet it is all my stuff (furniture, dishes, bath stuff, etc). I don't know. I think that I will be moving out of my place in a month and with that, I will give her 30 days notice because she won't be coming with me. I am just done and don't want to deal with the bullshit anymore. And that is that for now.

What a short, eventful weekend.

Saturday morning comes and I amazingly woke up in a good mood. I was early to work, full of smiles and just pleasant. Work kinda of sucked though. I don't know what it is about a Saturday, but our restaurant is just not busy at all. My normal day is Sunday, and we are always slammed. Still, I didn't let this get me down. I just did my time and started stressing about leaving for California because I heard there was a winter storm warning and we had a five hour drive ahead of us.

I got off work and was rushing home, not paying attention to anything except packing and getting on the road, when I notice a cop. I instantly look down to see how fast I am going since I tend to really speed down Mt. Rose on a normal day without being in a rush, and sure enough my speedometer says I am doing 70mph. Fucking great. I didn't even wait for him to flip around. I just put on my blinker and pulled over. I felt like a pro at getting pulled over and yet, it has only happened once and that was when I was 18 on my way back from California. I wasn't stressing so much that I got pulled over for speeding, I was stressing over just drinking a glass of wine. So before he even gets out of his car to come talk to me, I have my insurance and license out. Oh best part, I didn't have my updated registration in the truck. Sweet. I was shaking so bad when he came the window, I could barely hand him my stuff. Not to mention, he was a complete dick. He walked up to my window and goes, "In case you were wondering, I pulled you over for doing 70 in a 55." Really? Don't you think I pulled over before your lights came on because I figured that out!?! Fucking moron. He was just an ass. So I had him my info and he goes, I need your registration. I looked at him and said, "My mom has it because she was doing my taxes. And the reason I am in a hurry is because I am trying to get out of town before the storm." The son of a bitch just tells me to sit there and walks to his car. At this point, I am not even mad about getting pulled over. I knew it would happen at some point because I speed all the damn time. Not to mention I was happy that it was then and not a time when I left work with a good buzz. I know it is standard to turn down your radio, but I turned mine up and was singing when he came back to my window. He starts explaining to me about the ticket that he was giving me and how he "generously" only put me down for 60 and my fine is $110 and if I was to go to court it is such and such date. While his is babbling I stop listening, sign the ticket, had his clipboard back to him and as soon as he gives me my copy, I start rolling up my window as he is still trying to talk to me. Yep, he was a dick and felt the need to be a bitch, so I was.

I always thought that when I got pulled over I would cry and really try to explain myself and be all emotional. I wasn't. It was the weirdest thing. It was like, "oh well, shit happens," and I continued on with what I had going on. The only thing that bothered me about the entire experience was what a pompous shit-stick he was. Seriously, you don't need to be a dick just because you are wearing a uniform and have a belt on your hip. Sorry dude, you really aren't that cool.

I get home, pack real quick, try blogging about my experience and the damn thing got erased. Fucking lovely. I was going to try to do it again, but decided against it and just waited for my ride. The drive to California was a little slow go and full of either snow or rain. Lucky me though for not having to drive and instead getting to watch movies and sleep. Always the better way to have to travel if you ask me. We got to Santa Cruz around midnight and then had to wake up and be at breakfast by 7am. I love that tournaments start so damn early. You would think sleep wasn't important. Our girls didn't look very good either. It was frustrating to know we traveled so far for them to not play to their potential. Whatever though. It was still a decent time and we made it home late last night even with the shitty roads and I-80 being closed before we got to it.

So there is my eventful weekend. It is really impressive how much can happen in just a day or two if you ask me. At least I made it back though and I was at work on time since I am still trying to get a new job and need both my supervisor's references.

Friday, February 23, 2007

Pretty good for a Friday

Today was ok for a Friday I guess. I worked. But when I say worked, I didn't necessarily work. I pretty much just sat around and occupied my time doing other things such as: reading blogs, writing emails, catching up on myspace, and buying a new bathing suit which is SUPER cute. That was my day at the office. Oh I forgot to mention the hour and a half birthday lunch we got to go on to the old Silver Peak for my friend Jessica. That is always interesting. As we are leaving Silver Peak, Jessica tells me she wants to start drinking really early because she needs to catch a flight to Boise. I think that is a great idea and tell her I will find a way to be out of the office early to meet her...all the while keeping in mind that I have to be up at McQueen to coach a 7th and 8th grade camp. I continue to screw off the rest of the day and just happen to skip out of the office early to go run mail to the other office. Yep, I was at Bully's by 4:45 (thank goodness my boss would never think of reading this). I get there and I tell Jessica that I can't be there for long cause I told the head coach I would be at the school by 5:30. A glass of wine and a shot later, I realized I just might not make it there.

Actually, I could have been there at 5:30. I just decided to have another glass of wine before I went up there to ensure the the buzz I had going would last til the end of the camp. It was awesome. I got up to the school at almost six (ooopppppssss!!!) and walked in right as they were taking a break. Great time to make an entrance. And I didn't even bother changing into gym clothes. Not only that, but both my seniors that were helping out with camp came and hugged me and instantly were like, "You smell like wine!" Great!!! So for the next two hours I had to deal with them giving me shit. But I am happy that I showed up with a buzz because teaching young girls volleyball is annoying and would drive you to drink anyhow. I just drank before to make it more endurable.

So all in all, I sat around a camp for two hours and talked to all my players and gave a few pointers. Then went to Pizza Plus with them and the coaches and back to Bully's to end my night with another glass of wine. Now, it's off to bed because I have the joy of working all day tomorrow.

Oh and my weekend looks like this:

*work 8:30-4
*drive home and pack real quick
*leave for Santa Cruz

*be up at 5:30
*breakfast at 6:30
*coach vball all day
*drive home and be lucky to get home by midnight

And then start my week off bright and early on Monday. I love coaching! =)

Please Be Summer Already!

I am so anxious for summer to get here! In fact, to prove my excitement, I ordered a new bathing suit and flip flops from Victoria's Secret. I am now super excited for hot weather, camping, boating, the lake...just all of it. Every year I get a new suit and this one is sssoooo FUN! Yay for me.

Thursday, February 22, 2007

I hate being sick!

I really hate feeling like shit. And that is just how I feel right now. My head hurts, my nose is running, my chest is heavy, my tummy hurts. I HATE IT. I just want to curl up in a ball in my bed and sleep the sickness away. But no, I have to be at stupid work until at least 1pm. After that, I am going to leave because I want to and I would rather feel shitty at home than at work. I am so sick of blowing my nose and I think I might just let myself get sick since I have been trying not to all morning.

I think this is going to be a long day. Oh and everyone else in the office is sick too. Maybe they should just let us all go home.

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Last Saturday...

I was at work at 8:30am. I am used to working Sunday's and let me just tell you that Saturday's don't compare at all. I was bored out of my mind. I did maybe a third of the sales that I normally do on a Sunday. The girl that switched shifts with me I bet is loving me so much right now. I however, was cursing her AND myself since I was the one that wanted Sunday off because I figured I would be hungover. Stupid move on my part. So by the end of my shitty shift I started not feeling so well. It almost felt like I was getting the flu or something. I got off work, rushed to Kara's house and passed out on her bed while she finished packing and getting ready for the BIG night we had planned. That's right, we were going out huge for our friends 30th birthday.

After about an hour, I wake up in the fetal position freezing because she had turned the heat off in the house since we would be staying at a hotel that night. I walk out in the living room and she was curled on the couch just waiting for me to get up. So we finished loading the car and we on our way to the Peppermill where we would be staying, but had to stop and buy alcohol first. We are roaming around the store when we think, "Why the hell are we buying alcohol for the room when we won't even be there an hour before we have to leave for dinner and aren't planning on coming back to the room before we go to 210?" Of course we express ourselves to everyone else and decided we should come back to the room after we go to dinner to drink so we weren't spending so much on alcohol at the club. We are clever. After our stop and valeting our car and getting up to the room, we seriously only had a half an hour to get ready. Some how we manage to pull it off and our downstairs just in time for the limo to be there to pick us up. Yes, we took a stretch limo (I think Expedition) to BJ's where we had some yummy pizza. We had some drinks there and then sang the loudest HAPPY BIRTHDAY I think I have ever heard in my life. The entire restaurant was staring. We took the limo back to the hotel where everyone started taking numerous shots, smoking a little green stuff, and making stiff drinks. It was so fun to have everyone together and having so much fun. I still felt a little poopy though, so I stayed away from the shots and just stuck the mixed drinks. I was also being very conscious and drinking a ton of water. The bad thing with keeping hydrated though is how often you have to go to the bathroom. We had enough drinking at the hotel and were on our way to 210 finally.

Out of the limo and into the club we go. Straight into our own little couched VIP section. We got two bottles of liquor along with mixers and had our own cocktail waitress. It was so much fun. Maybe I enjoyed it more because I wasn't hammered and got to see everything that was going on and can remember everything that went on. There were tons of pictures being taken, a lot of drunk people all over. In fact, the birthday boy doesn't even remember making out with one of the girls in a picture. She was hammered. I was making fun of her. It was great. I wouldn't be surprised if she threw up on herself at some point in the night. I saw a bunch of people that I hadn't seen in a long time along with some people I wish I never had to see any more. All in all, we spend the night dancing and drinking away. We went to leave about 3 and realized we weren't done dancing, so we went back in and danced some more. Then it was back to the hotel where I thought I would get to pass out.


We get there, go up to the rooms and no one is there. Come to find out, rather than going to bed like all the drunk ones really should have done, they went to the bar instead and continued drinking!!! What I didn't understand is why they were paying to drink when there was alcohol in the rooms. Whatever though. When you are drunk, you don't think clearly. At about 4am, I had had enough and went up to the room, got ready for bed and crawled in. Not too much longer after I went up did Paul and Kara come in and were set to go to bed. But the phone started ringing and all of the sudden, everyone was in our room taking shots at 4:30am! It was so odd. I didn't even get out of bed. I laid in bed, listened to ruckus and passed out as soon as they left the room.

Lucky me, I wasn't hung over. I consumed a lot of water and made sure to eat good food. I do know a lot of people though that were hungover. Therefore the bloody mary's were flowing on Sunday!

It was nice going out, but I realize that I am quite content working my Saturday night and Sunday day shifts. I don't spend a lot of money and I don't have to worry about hang overs. I just am done with the whole party scene. I got my fix quick and won't be going out again until Shannon is ready for her night out.

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Turns out, I am a good Girl

Turns out, I was a good girl Friday night. I wasn't going to go out because I had to work at 8:30am Saturday morning, but then I got pressured into it. I was sitting at Shannon's house telling her I was going to go out, but I didn't want to be out late and I didn't want to get drunk and all her and Rob did was laugh at me and say ya right. So, I needed to prove a point. I went out and yes, I was out a little late (1am), but I didn't get drunk. I did however have a good buzz going, but it wasn't bad at all. In fact, I was up and ready to go in the morning to go to work and didn't feel like shit. Just a little bit tired, but that is normal since I was out a little late. So Shannon, I just have to say HA! I was a good girl.

Friday night was the first time in ages that I have been downtown to Brew Brother's or really anywhere down there in the Eldorado/Silver Legacy. Since 210 North came to town, there is no comparison. But, we did go there. We started off at Roxy's and I had one of the sickest martini's ever. I seriously thought I was going to puke. Not ok! I followed that with a glass of water because I have realized the hydrating is key to not getting hammered and puking. Then we had another martini, followed by two glasses of water. Then, the shots started coming. I took a shot and drank more water. I was doing good. I only slightly felt that alcohol. We then walked over to Brew Brother's and I just had to laugh at the situation. The atmosphere was so different from 210. The crowd was just random. The best part was, it was pretty much our group of 9 people that were dancing and having a good time. The rest of the bar just sat back and watched. I then had a redbull vodka and a shot of patron. And that was it for the night. I remember all my happenings and never felt like I was drunk. It was good times.

I have more to write about the weekend, but not enough time. So stay tuned for an update on Saturday night.

Friday, February 16, 2007

It's gonna be a long day!

Here is how I know I am bitchy. Things fly out of my mouth without me even realizing! I need to be careful. This is what just happened though.

I am sitting at my desk a guy walks into my doorway and says, "Did I just hear Melinda's voice?"

Me: "Yea." (not looking at him)

Him: "Where'd she go?"

Me: (still looking at my computer) "Maybe out the break room."

Him: "Don't you keep tabs?"

Me: (looking at him with the "are you fucking kidding me expression") "Nope"

Him: "Isn't that your job?"

Me: (getting more annoyed) "Nope"

Him: "Then what is your job?"

Me: "Not to keep tabs on people."

He then looks at me like I was just a big bitch. Then I kind of felt bad. So I said, "I am sorry. I am just really bitchy right now."

Him: "Like I couldn't tell."

Well fuck you very much. Next time I won't say sorry. A couple minutes later he and Melinda walked by my office and just to be more of a bitch I said, "she's right there," and went back to typing. haha

Aunt Flow = Cool Like Shannon

Yep, it happened. I got it this morning. How lovely. Come to find out, I am now on the same schedule and Shannon. Lucky me. Looks like I have to deal with it tomorrow night just like I didn't want to. Not only that, I now get to deal with being bloated AND being emotional. It's great! At least I know that they tests weren't lying and Shannon can rest assured I wasn't peeing on the wrong end of the stick!

Curly: AKA "Super Dick"

Up until I started my serving job, I had never worked with any guys remotely near my age or any that I would ever consider dating. At UNR, I literally worked with 200 men that were all pretty old and just dirty. Plus I was young and in college and always had a boyfriend, so there was never an option. When I started my serving job, that was the first time I had ever worked with guys that were around my age, fun to be around, and I flirt with constantly. Well, there is one that I was attracted to, but of course, he is off the market. But there are two other ones. They are both cute and fun to joke around with and make working there fun. In fact, they both found me out one night at 210 and we danced like crazy people until like 3am. Because we have all gotten along so well and flirting is just fun, working has been awesome. Not only do I love serving, but the people make it great. That was until recently.

One of the two, we'll call him Curly (due to the fact that he really does have curly hair), has lately been making my life miserable up there. I haven't truly enjoyed my last three shifts thanks to him. Some background... Since I started there, I always would sit with Curly after work and we would drink and talk and have fun. Yes, tons of flirting. But that is me. I made sure to explain to him my situation and be sure to say that I am not in a position where I want to date and I even expressed it would be weird to date someone I worked with. Well, there were a couple of nights that him and I would go through a couple bottles of wine and then we would kiss and both be on our way to our own home. Never other than that one time at 210 have him and I hung out outside of work. Not to mention, I think we kissed a handful of times. Even with all this, we still maintained a fun working relationship and I still flirted it up with all the other guys at work.

Well, something has changed. I am not sure what the hell it is, but for the past two weeks, Curly has turned into SUPER DICK. When I ask him questions, he won't answer me. He treats me like shit and is just annoying. I don't know where the switch happened, but it is getting really old and quick. At first I was thinking maybe his feelings were hurt or something because nothing happened between us, but then I found out he is dating another girl. So really how upset could you be? You have moved on and should be happy. So why treat me like shit? Especially when I haven't changed anything. Ok, that's not true. I did change how I treat him and act, but that was only after he turned into SUPER DICK. I am not going to keep being nice and flirting it up if you are an ass. Sorry, I don't work like that. I don't need it.

I guess the whole situation has become very apparent to the rest of the people that we work with because I was in my boss's office yesterday and he told me that whatever is going on needs to be resolved because it makes it uncomfortable for other people. I looked at him and said, how do you think I feel? And then told him I would handle it. Well, SUPER DICK and I have a mutual friend and she tried playing mediator last night. Really, all it did was piss me off. I am a big girl and don't need someone trying to settle things for me. SUPER DICK proceeded to say that he isn't mad at me at all. REALLY!?! Then why the fuck are you treating me like shit? So we kind of go back and forth and all he has to say is that I have an attitude and that one week when we were talking, mostly everything I talked about was negative. Hhhhhmmmmm, if there were serious issues going on with your best friend, wouldn't you be a little negative too? I looked at him, laughed, and walked away. I feel like the whole damn thing is childish and petty. I am not going to sit there and try to have a conversation with you at work, while everyone is there to be witness, and I have a table sitting there waiting for me to greet them. Sorry, I don't work like that. The rest of the night was spent with us pretty much avoiding each other and a little small talk here and there. I did call him though after work and asked him to call me so we could talk about things. I didn't hear from him though. At least I made an effort.

I wonder if he'll call and how things will turn out. All I know is, I need things to be different because I want to be happy at work and not have something negative near me. Just not sure how to help the situation at this point. Sometimes guys can be so childish.

Thursday, February 15, 2007


I just wrote the longest blog ever and it just got fucking erased and I can't get it back. What a way to end the damn day. I am taking a fucking vic and going to bed.

Might be Close...

On another note, I think my 'P' might be close. I noticed last night that I started being a little more emotional than I normally am...and over NOTHING! It was so funny. I seriously almost started crying at work for no reason. The same thing happened today. My eyes started to well up and I thought to myself, you have fucking issues and turned it off. I think that might be a sign. Maybe it has to do with me saying I don't want to be on it this weekend (and no I am not looking to get any this weekend, I just don't want to deal with it). Whatever it may be, it just might be close to hitting! Good thing I am prepared in case it does!


Oh my goodness. Work is completely stressing me out. I don't mind having work to do or anything like that, but when everything is a freaking emergency and everything has to be done like ten minutes ago, then I just want to shut down and say screw it. Let me fill you in on what happened because it started yesterday afternoon.

One of our supervisors new he would be going to Elko for the rest of the week, so he made sure to be running around, giving people work, saying what he needed done for him before he left. Oh and ripping my ass for being on my personal email. Finally at one point I looked at him and said, "I don't know why you are riding my ass about being on my email. My work gets done every day without a problem, you never have to wait for anything when you give me something to do, and it really isn't that big of a deal." He didn't have much to say to that except, "It's state policy." Whatever. So then I start stressing thinking that I might get fired for being on my email. Then I laughed and shrugged it off and went to lunch. When I came back my co-worker was like, "OMG!" and goes into a story about some stuff that was going on in the office while I was gone. It is amazing how much shit can happen in an hours time. It just so happens that one of my other co-workers "resigned". I was so shocked and just didn't really know how to feel. After she was out of the building, there was complete chaos. We had 4 higher ups running around, giving orders. All of them needing something different and all of them needing it done at one time. So not only did I have the stress of them, but then I had the disappointment of a friend being gone and just a weird feeling in general about the situation. The aura of the office just sucked in general. I did run around and I did complete everything and knew that coming to work today would be filled with more of the same.

Today has been crazy. I have been having to go through my friends desk...holy shit, what a chore. I have never seen more random paperwork, misc. stuff shoved places. It was just a complete unorganized mess. It took me all day just to get through it and then another half hour to shred crap. All the while I have two supervisors demanding things from me to the point that they weren't going to have me take a lunch. It has been crazy.

So needless to say, I am worn out. I haven't been tired at all during the day this week until today. Maybe it has to do with being up a little later last night since I had to work, but I really think that majority of it has to do with just the stress and craziness of my job. All I want at this point it to go put on my pj's and curl up on the couch. Instead, I get to go to an eye doctor appointment and then go to my other job. I am SSSOOOOOOOOOO thankful tomorrow is Friday.

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Oh, Happy V-Day to Me!!

I decided that today, since I don't have a Valentine, I was going to do something nice for myself. Actually, that is a lie. I am just using that as an excuse for the amount of money I just spent on myself today.

This morning one of my supervisor's came in and told me that she heard on the radio that Rascal Flatts was coming to town again and would be in Tahoe in August. I seriously about died. I wanted to go so bad this year and wasn't able to because the damn tickets sold out so freaking fast. So I searched and searched and finally found the tickets and was looking at prices. They range anywhere from $65.75 to$147. The more I thought about it the more I realized that I just needed to do it and if I was going to do it, I wanted to go big. I started having anxiety I was so excited and yet nervous to spend "too" much money. So I called Kara's fiance to see if he would be willing to go and he was all about it. He told me to ahead and get the tickets and he would surprise Kara with it tonight. And he wanted to go big too. Not just with tickets. We are talking hotel room and all sorts of fun. So as I am on the phone with him I say I want 5 tickets (because most likely Tara and Wes would be coming with us), and start the process. I was seriously about at the point of hyperventilating, Paul was laughing at me and told me it was cool. With his help, I made it final and we are set. We are officially going to Rascal Flatts on Aug. 3. The tickets were expensive, but who gives a shit. I never spend money on stuff like this and we are in the 8th row!!! That is so awesome!!!!!

Now for the side note: I called Tara after the process was complete and I got the confirmation and let her know that Paul and I had just purchased the tickets. She was like, "Well, I just talked to Wes and he needs to get back to me."

I said, "That's fine, but I still have the tickets, so let me know. And just so you know, we got the expensive ones because we wanted good 8th row seats!!!"

(At this point I thought she was going to be just as excited as both Paul and was I wrong.)

Her response: "Really? Well Wes and I wanted the cheap seats."

Me: "That's cool. You can get online and order them. Just go to Harrah's site and it will direct you from there."

Her: "Well, if we did that, we wouldn't all be sitting together then right?"

**HHHHHMMMMM, common sense would say no since the more you pay, the better the seats are!

Me: "No. Just let me know what you want to do. I am sure I can find two people that would jump at seats like we have."

So she was a little poopy pants downer, but you know what? I didn't let it ruin my mood. I am still so ecstatic about it. And if they don't take the tickets, who cares. I can sell them or find two others that would want to go. No skin off my nose. It won't change me having the greatest time!

Oh and just as I was writing this I thought to myself...if they do take the tickets, then all the seats are filled. That is great, but what happens if I actually have a boyfriend by then. Maybe we should have bought 6 just in case. Oh well!

Valentine's Day

For some reason, I have never been a very big fan of this holiday. I can't blame it on the fact that I am always alone, because that is not the case. In fact, this is the first year since high school that I haven't had a boyfriend or someone to spend this day with. I think it stems from not seeing the point in having a day allocated to celebrating love and relationships. If you love someone, you show them all the time. You don't need a certain day in the year that is dedicated to that. Don't get me wrong, there are a lot of cute things that happen and all that, but it just seems senseless to me. And if I had someone to spend it with, I would probably make the most out of it, but it's just funny to me.

I tell my friends and family that I love them and show it to them throughout the year. Most guys that I know see this day as a pain in the ass. It is a day that they have to go out and buy their girlfriends, fiances, and wives something nice. The expectations seem so crazy. I know so many girls that wait for this day to come and expect such grand things...nice jewelry, fancy dinner, and so on. I don't understand that. I would be quite content sitting at home, making dinner, watching a movie, and just spending quality time. That is me though and I realize not everyone is like me. I just don't needs all the frills I guess.

I have had more people ask me what I am doing tonight and if I have a date and more often than not I have gotten the reaction of, "Are you serious? You don't have a date? What are you going to do?" I am being honest when I say that it doesn't bother me. I am at a point in my life that I am so happy with myself and where I am at that it doesn't bother me that I don't have a special someone to spend the evening with. Not to mention, it's not like I am going to be sitting at home alone. Instead, I will be working and serving couples that are out on a date to celebrate today. I am actually looking forward to it. I am not anti-relationship at all and love seeing cute couples. I realize that one day I will have it also it's just right now isn't the time.

So, everyone have a wonderful Valentine's Day and enjoy spending it however you are. If you do end up doing something cute and romantic, I want to hear about it!

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

It Doesn't Work Shannon

Auntie Flow has still not showed herself this month. I don't know what the hell is going on. I am sure that people reading this are thinking, "oh she is probably pregnant." Haha, I laugh at you. Funny though, I thought that too, although it didn't seem very likely considering there was only one instance that it could've happened and it was protected. No, I am not a slut and no it wasn't with someone new. If I am calculating it right, I should've started like 3 weeks ago. I know, freaking crazy. I am thinking that it has to do with me not taking the pill last month and so that threw me off. Who knows.

What I do know is that I have done all except one thing Shannon said I should try that would make me start. I have taken not one, but two tests and there was sex a few weeks ago. Still, nothing. So now I get to wait...STILL. And my luck, the damn thing is probably gonna start when I least expect it and probably at a time that I am not prepared. I just hope it isn't this weekend while I am out. If it has waited this long, then it can wait longer. I do think I will go into the doctor though if I don't get it by the end of next week.

Friday, February 9, 2007

Negative People Take a HIKE!

I hate negativity with an undieable passion. It drives me freaking bonkers!!!!!! I don't like when people get in bad moods and take it out on me. I don't like when you are telling someone something and they have to be negative for no apparent reason at all except they are just being rude. It is just completely uncalled for in my opinion. That is what I hate. Please, if you don't have something nice to say to me, don't say it. If you are going to be nice and give me your opinion, that is one thing. But to just say something bitchy cause that is the mood your are in, go somewhere else. I don't need it. Especially since I am in a great mood today and I don't want anything or anyone changing that.

So negative people, eat shit and leave me alone! Ok, I feel better now!!! :)

Cycling Class

Soooo, last night I tried a cycling class for the first time. Oh and please, let's keep in mind that this is the first time that I have been in the gym since before Christmas and I am definitely out of shape. As Kara and I are waiting to go into the class, we are both sitting there stressing about how hard it is going to and contemplating our decision to go in. Both agreed that if we were alone, we would NOT be taking the class. But you have more motivation with someone else, so we go in. I was impressed with the diversity in people. There were older people, younger, male and female. There were a lot of people in the class that I never would have imagined taking the class before. I know, that is stereotypical on my part, but I can't help it.

We started off totally easy and I thought to myself, I can totally last 45 minutes. HA! Within 15 minutes I was dying and couldn't believe I still had a half an hour left. It was crazy. I think the worst was when you were acting like you were going uphill and there was a fast song on because you are trying to pedal to the beat of the music without even just comes natural. Trust me, I really tried to do it different and it didn't work. I seriously thought my damn legs were going to fall off and I kept looking at Kara like she was out of her mind for even suggesting we take the class. Even though it was torturous, I made it through and so did she. Thank goodness her and I were together!!!

My plan is to do it once a week. Yep, that's right, I am starting to get back in the swing of things and I know I could do it. I really thought that cycling only worked your legs, but it works your ass and abs too. Great cardio and it is more fun than running on a treadmill.

Thursday, February 8, 2007


I am about ready to die...I can't tell if I am annoyed or so amused at how annoying people can really be. My office is right next to the break room. The break room isn't just used by my division, but also some county workers. There are two county employees in particular that have the most annoying laughs. It doesn't matter where you are in the area, they laugh so hard and so annoying you cringe. That's right. It is seriously close to nails down a chalkboard. Well for the last half an hour they have been sitting in there laughing. Most people laugh some what normal and a good tone that isn't compared to screaming. No, not these people. This damn lady continues to cackle louder than anything. My music on right now isn't helping even drown the noise. And the guy...holy shit. It is the weirdest, most annoying laugh I have ever heard in my life...and he is a male. That kind of noise shouldn't come from a male. It just isn't right. I truly hope they are almost done because I am about to stick needles in my eyes. It is taking everything I have to not yell at these people to SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am a Dumbass!

I am still laughing at myself. Ok, so last night I am getting ready to leave work. It is 4:57 and I have shut down my computer, made sure everything was picked up, locked all my drawers and reached into my purse to get my truck keys. Yep you guessed it, they weren't there. I didn't stress because this happens all the time. So I unlocked my desk and started looking around for them, they weren't anywhere. At this point, I start to panic a little. I call my mom telling her not to leave without me (we work in the same building) and go to the parking garage to see if just maybe I was an idiot and left them on my seat. I walk up to my truck, try peering in the window couldn't see shit. That's right. My damn windows are so dark, I couldn't even see my seat. It didn't matter what angle I was looking it, which window (including the front), I couldn't see anything. So now I am stressed. My mom comes over and she tries looking in thinking that I was just being dumb and realized, I wasn't lying, you really can't see in and then have her take me to Paul and Kara's house because we all were going out to dinner.

As we are driving I am stressing. Do I call someone to open my truck, do I wait til tomorrow (being today), what if someone breaks in, where the fuck are my keys? To add to it, my mom and a co-worker were like, "If I were you, I wouldn't leave your truck over night in the parking garage. Someone will probably break into it." So then I start thinking how convenient it would be for someone to break into my truck and magically have my keys sitting right there for them. It was quickly decided I needed to get them. At Paul and Kara's we came up with a plan: go to dinner and drink a glass of wine to calm me down, then Kara would call AAA and we would get in my truck. I calm down and only half way worry that my keys may not be in there. Half way through dinner I get a call from my dad saying that he has a spare key. I was beside myself but kinda thought to myself that I don't ever remember making him a key. Whatever though. So after dinner Kara and I got to my parents, I grab the key, we drive to the parking garage, I put the key doesn't work. Then it hits me. That key was to my Neon that I had a few years ago. Fucking great. At this point it is 9:00pm and I am dragging ass tired and all I want to do is go to bed. So Kara calls AAA and we wait another half hour for them to get there.

AAA guy shows up, shines his flash light in my truck and I ask, "Do you see my keys on the seat?" Him: "nope." Me: "Well then, this might be a waste of your time," and I panic. He still gets in my truck. It seriously took him like 30 seconds. He opens the door, I go over there and look in and no joke, no keys. No keys on my floor, on the seat, in the cup holder, anywhere in sight. I was having some serious anxiety and start tearing my truck apart. I started looking through a pair of clothes I brought to change into for dinner last night and then I see...something shiny. That's right. I found my fucking keys down by the running board of the passenger side of the truck. How the hell do they get over there!?!?

And that was my dumbass experience. It was stressful, but at least I am able to laugh about it now and I found my keys. Now, I will be looking into getting my alarm put back on my truck so I don't have to worry about it anymore.

Wednesday, February 7, 2007


I was sitting here at work and was having the hardest time keeping my eyes open and wishing with all my heart that I could be at home in my bed taking a nap. Seriously, for the last week (probably even more), I find myself dragging ass through the day. So I finally sat back and started questioning why I am so tired (yes, Shannon, I know I work a lot, but it isn't all that!). This is what I came up with when looking back from just Friday.

Friday: work from 8-5 for the State, rush straight to the restaurant to serve, get off late.
Saturday: get up early and go look at houses, go straight to work until late.
Sunday: get up and be to work by 8:30, go to GREAT Superbowl party, then dinner with the roommate and a friend at Bully's, go to bed at or after midnight.
Monday: work 8-5, had a friend gathering right after, everyone go to the Tide for dinner, go to bed around midnight.
Tuesday: work 8-5, have a work meeting at 8:30pm (which didn't start til 9:30) and lasted until 11, so again got to bed late.

That's right friends. I don't get enough sleep. It is official when thinking about how many nights I don't go to bed until midnight, go all damn day, get no rest and then get up early and do it all over again. So me being tired is somewhat justified.

Then I started thinking. What should I change?? Should I not work so much? Ya, that could work, but really, I feel like the work schedule is pretty good right now. Should I just not do things after work? No, cause then I really wouldn't see anyone and wouldn't have a social life. So it looks like, I will continue doing everything, getting little sleep, and being able to fall asleep withing 30 seconds. On a brighter note, my plan for Saturday is to sleep in as long as I can. Hell, I don't think I am going to get out of my bed for the simple fact that I love my bed and just want to curl up in it for a whole day. That is my plan.

Tuesday, February 6, 2007


Do you know what it is like to wake up in the morning and have to put your glasses on before you can look at your alarm clock and see it? I do and it sucks ass man. I have been talking about getting Lasik for years now and today, I called and set up a consultation. That's right. It is time to get serious so I can see without the use of contacts or glasses. It is next week and I am nervous and scared all at the same time. I have a feeling it is something that I am going to say, "I want it," and then would be pissed if for some reason I couldn't have it NOW! I don't like to wait for things that I want. And that is what I want. So, looks like I will be having eye surgery soon!

Letting go

I can't remember if it was last night or even this morning that I had a break through. That's right. I realized that M.L. really is just not a big thing anymore. After our dinner two weeks ago, I have thought about him less and less and have actually gone days at a time without thinking about him. That is what crossed my mind finally. To me, that just goes to show that I just needed the whole dinner and talk thing so that I could finally move on and have some closure. It is such a great feeling. For once, I realize I don't want to be with bullshit. Before when I would say that, I would say it because I knew that is what people wanted to hear AND I was trying to convince myself that is how it was because I knew it was for the better. Now I really do feel that way.

What an amazing feeling not to be hanging on anymore.

Monday, February 5, 2007


For the first time in I can't tell you how long, I actually had plans for the Superbowl. All through high school I missed it because I played volleyball and the stupid asses always scheduled tournaments on that weekend. Then I started coaching and again, was gone on tournaments. Now, while I am still coaching, I didn't go to the tournament this weekend because I had to work and actually got to make plans. So fun! Shannon told me to come to her house because she makes yummy food and has people over and whatnot, so I was all geared up.

I got off work yesterday, drove straight to her house (changing my shirt WHILE driving) and made it there a little bit before half time. I showed up to a house full of people, more food than I ever imagined she would have, and people already trashed. So funny walking into a house of drunks when you are the sober one and didn't see them actually get to that point. The funniest part about it, Shannon was sitting there forcing people to take shots. Doesn't sound funny until you realize she is sober and is forcing people to drink because she can't/doesn't want to and find pleasure at getting people trashed. She even chanted and got super excited when she thought a shot actually sent one of the guys over the edge to puking. Literally, she was jumping up and down excited. I didn't get drunk, but I did learn some new drinking games! I can't wait to implement them again and teach new people. Who knew that an ice tray really isn't made for ice?! I didn't til last night.

While the party was tons of fun, poor little Brandon got sick. I have to give more credit to Shannon because not only was she hosting a great party, she was taking care of a sick baby, and handled it all like a pro. Very impressed. She is such a wonderful mother. Brandon is so lucky. I have no doubt that she could easily have another kid and handle it all well. Thank you Shannon for inviting me! I had tons of fun.

Thursday, February 1, 2007

New Additions

So yesterday I was home because I got some shots and they totally made me sick. My roommate has been dying to get a dog and has been begging me to try and figure out how we could since we aren't supposed to have pets. I told her that if there were any way that we could, we would already have one because my baby is at my parents and I want more than anything for him to be back living with me. I of course told her that she should be patient cause we should be moving into a house soon...hopefully. Then she came up with another idea of getting a cat. I thought long and hard about this all the while keeping in mind that we aren't supposed to have animal. This is how my thought process was:

*Do we really need an animal?
*I guess a cat wouldn't be hard. They take care of themselves for the most part and aren't that needy.
*It would be quieter than having a dog.
*The neighbors would never know because we wouldn't be taking them outside.
*A cat would be cute.
*Should I really be spending the money?
*Where would we put a litter box?
*A cat would be super cute to have around.
*Ok, let's go check them out.

Since I was home yesterday and not feeling good, we went to the Humane Society. Randi swore it would make me feel better to be around cute animals. Sure enough we get there and we didn't just like one cat, we liked two. Even though one would have been sufficient, we came up with tons of reasons why we would need to. Here they are:

1) We each needed one to sleep with.
2) They were used to living in a cat colony and would be lonely if there were just one and one of us wasn't home.
3) With two, we wouldn't have to sleep together (us with a cat).
4) It just sounded fun.

That's right. After being there five minutes, our minds were made that we were getting two cats instead of one. We went back and forth in between rooms making sure we had picked the right two (Smokey and Bandit) and then went and filled out the paperwork. Damn, it takes a long time. The longer we were there, the more I started feeling like shit. So we get our cats and then had to make the stop to get the supplies. We did so well. They got cute matching collars in different colors of course, litter box with matching rug, matching food and water bowls, fun little toys (balls and mice), and wet and dry food. We got them home and set up everything and then watched the cute little things get adjusted to their new home. Both are little cuddle bugs and so flippin cute.

So there the new additions to the house.

Oh and on another note, the roommate is making a huge turn around. I don't know what has happened, but I am quite excited about it. She actually cleaned out the refrigerator, is buying groceries, apologizing if she thinks she is loud. It is awesome. It was fun just hanging out with her yesterday. Things are going great finally!