Merry Christmas!!
I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday and got exactly what they were hoping for from Santa!!!
My beautiful J on Christmas morning!
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Monday, December 24, 2007
Your Thoughts?
So, as usual I’m having guy problems. This time i don’t know if it’s really him or if it’s me adding to the problem as well. I started seeing this guy a few weeks back. Yes, it has not been that long. But those who know me know I have issues with guys already. Lots of other stories to explain but we’lll save that for another day. Anyways, the weekend before last is when all the trouble began with this one. We’ll call him X.
It was the day of my office Christmas party. My sis and I had decided to donate plasma, to help out and it puts a few extra $$$ in our pocket. After 4 hours at that clinit and still not being called back we were both tired, irritated, and just over it already. During this X was texting me about what to wear that night. We had discussed it before and I told him just a nice pair of slacks, a shirt, and a tie. It’s dress up type event but not black tie. Well he is texting me that he has no idea what to wear. It progresses and i start to feel like a mother who is instructing their child. Seriously?? How difficult is it to pick those three items out. After a text that said “It’s all so expensive and it’s crap I never wear” I responded to him “Fine, then just don’t go.” His response?? “Ok!”. Now, I’m already tired and irritated. This was just the icing on the cake for me that day. And I’ll admit. I got a little more snotty with him than need be. This conversation escalated to where we were basically yelling at each other. I told him he wasn’t coming to the party as my date and he threatened that if he didn’t go we would never speak to each other again. ya, it was crazy. I finally just told him I was over it and stopped responding.
Well later that same evening after things had calmed down he texted me to check my door. He had come by and left a single rose on my door and told me to have fun. Then a little more later he texts me and asks how it’s going. I responded fine but then I put my phone away. He proceeded to want to “talk” about everything but when I wasn’t responding he got upset again. I got some pretty crazy messages. So I just turned my phone off. And I didn’t turn it back on until later Sunday.
When I turned my phone back on it went crazy bringing up all the messages from the day. Most of them from him. Alternating between normal and having a fit b/c I wasn’t answering. Then he just shows up at my house uninvited. I didn’t waant to deal with him and I wasn’t feeling well so I sent him away and said I’d message him when I was ready. That I needed some space.
Apparently he doesn’t understand that concept though b/c he continued to text and email me every day. Then this past Thursday i get one that says he knows I want space but he has something for me. That he was coming by that night and even if I refuse to answer the door he would just leave it on the step. I was there when he showed up so I walked with him out to his car to see what it was. This is what I got.
It’s a pretty big size painting. The symbols mean “Beautiful, Intelligent, Independent, Woman”. And yes, he painted it himself. i also got a card with the sweetest poem in it. I actually almost teared up right there in my parking lot. If I hadn’t lef tit at home I’d type out what he wrote. Needless to say we was there Thursday evening. Things were ok except I just felt like everything was grating on my nerves. I chalk it up to AF impending arrival b/c it was really stupid stuff that was doing it. not him really. Well, there were a couple things that got me. Like him saying that opening an insurance agency seemed kinda lame. Ya, he won’t make that statement in front of me again!! LOL Men, just don’t think. It really is a open mouth, insert foot type of situation.
So now, I’m stuck on what to do. After the ordeal wtih the christmas party I was pretty much ready to just call it quits. I am a very independent person and I hate conflict. I have someone who keeps pushng me to give him a second chance but I don’t know. If he gets jealous easily thats a major issue for me as I have a ton of male friends. One of which is one of my closest friends.
I don’t know if I’m just using excuses to avoid getting hurt again or is it really a bad match. How do you really know??
Saturday, December 22, 2007
The Christmas Spirit
We arrived in Indiana today and while I delivered a powerwheel I sold on Ebay, J went with my mom to the store. Her refrigerator apparently went out yesterday and they lost all their cold items. So my mom had to go today to replace what she could. Being the holiday season, having to replace a refrigerator unexpectedly put a damper on their finances. My parents are not well off at all to begin with and did not surprise me when she said she only had $7 to work with. I was planning to go and get the milk and such later to help out a little. When my mom got home though she said the nicest thing happened. At the store J reminded her while they were standing in line “Don’t forget milk grandma!”. To which my mom replied that she didn’t have enough money to get it. My mom said the lady in front of her then waited until she had checked out and then walked up and handed her a gallon of milk, telling her Merry Christmas. She overheard what J said and decided to help out. Isn’t that the sweetest thing??
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
So much to do
And that is the worst thing for a well known procrastinator. I like to tell people I just work well under pressure. Ok, I’ll admit it. Sometimes I let things pile up a bit so that I’m forced to do everything in a short amount of time, running like a crazy person and feeling utterly wiped out afterwards. Thats me now. We leave Saturday for Indiana. Like really early. I don’t really want to be on the road all day so I was thinking if we leave like 3am I can get their mid afternoon. Have time to relax for a bit before the mad dash to visit every person in my family begins. So, since we’re leaving and I’m off work all next week there is a ton to do. I really need to start packing. yes, I haven’t even dragged out the luggage yet. I at least managed to start doing laundry but there are at least 5 loads left and thats not including what we wore the last couple days. Have I mentioned I hate having this tiny washer?? I need to find wrapping paper so i can wrap all J’s gifts and the few things I managed to pick up for my mom. I need to get J’s teachers gifts ready to be delivered. I just hope they are both there on Friday. I think we also need to do cards for all her classmates…blah. I need to go by the library and drop off our current books. They have audiobooks so I’m going to pick up a couple to listen to on the drive. Make it a little different than listening to the same song 50 times. Gotta go to the treasurer office to pay the water bill since I yet again forgot to put it in the mail. And then there is work. I gotta get this week wrapped up and making sure everything for next week is either done or it’s something that can wait till I get back. I’m sure I’ve forgotten something. blah blah blah blah Did I mention I need to get all this done by tomorrow night?? Friday night my coworker is having a christmas party which I promised to attend. Nothing crazy but I know I won’t get anything done that night. Wish me luck!
Friday, December 14, 2007
Do Over Please!!!
I have to say this week has got to be the worst week in history. Well, it ended that way anyways. It started off pretty well. A surprise visit with flowers and chocolate, a decent birthday even though I lost a bet, 2 early days. Then, Thursday happened. I should have known after the first issue occured that I needed to go back to bed and wake up on the other side. It was just all down hill from there. For some reason, one of the ladies in my office is just bent on causing me problems. Every time I turn around she is doing or saying something to try and get me in trouble. Well, I take that back. The last few months all has been quiet. I thought just maybe she had tired of her little game but no, yesterday she had to start up again. I won’t go into details of what was said but she over heard me talking to a customer and butted in making comments that really made me look bad. I told her I was handling the situation and was helping out as much as I could and she got mouthy. After the exchange I went back to my office and not even 2 minutes later my boss calls asking em what happened. Turns out this lady called me boss and told him I was refusing to help this customer. I told him what happened and instead of being understanding he tells me that I must have misunderstood what the lady said. Well that just ticked me off and I got a little mouthy with him. I was already in sort of a pissy mood…probably AF trying to start….so he didn’t help. At this point I really should have gone home.
A little while later our accountant calls me and says that there is an issue when she is trying to reconcile our account. There was a payment taken about 3 weeks ago that doesn’t show deposited. I searched everywhere and the blasted thing can’t be found. No money, nothing in the deposit records, no notes, nothing. Except my coworker says he remembers her coming in to pay. The worst part. it was a $380 payment. Ahhh!!! So now we’re in a whole big issue of what to do. I went to my boss this morning and told him everything. Hoping he’ll be gentle when I get into trouble especially since in 5 years I’ve never lost a payment. The thing is though, I don’t think it was lost. We’ve had history in the building of money being taken. I had a dvd set stolen once. That payment was taken the day before thanksgiving and was not in the drawer the following monday when we got back. It wasn’t on the deposit record so I never caught it. Anyways, I think my boss is going to make me pay it out of pocket. Yikes!! But considering I am responsible for the money and management in the office i guess that is how it goes. That would make $800 in 2 weeks that I’m out though.
But wait! Thats not all!!
Not even 10 minutes after she called me on that payment issue, she calls me again saying there is an issue with the check I gave for my insurance last month. Apparently the bank issued a deposit correction which only happens if our deposit amount doesn’t match what was given. They dont’ actually record every check right then, they do it later so if something is off they will just issue a correction. Anyways, the crazy part is when I had the whole issue with my old bank i had asked them if that check had cleared. The girl told me yes. Apparently not b/c it’s impossible if there was no check to begin with. The only thing I can think of is I forgot to pull it out of my checkbook when I took our deposit to the bank. I’ve done it before but I always caught it. This time though I hadn’t used my checkbook since then and then it got lost. So, I had to deal with that.
yes, there is more.
Yesterday we had our staff lunch and while I was there my boss calls me on my cell phone. i had a customer who had called after I left and got ticked off when I didn’t call back right away. Course, they dont’ esem to listen to my voicemail that said I wasn’t there! Blah.
Needless to say I was so over it yesterday. Whats crazy, I was only at work for 4 hours!! That has got to be a record or something. Sorry Heidi, but i gotta say. given the opportunity I am going to have a big fat margerita tonight!! LOL I’ll let my guy drive home.
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Mommies Christmas Wish
Dear Santa,
I’ve been a good mom all year. I’ve fed, cleaned and cuddled my
children on demand, visited the doctor’s office more than my doctor,
sold sixty-two cases of chocolate bars to raise money to plant a shade
tree on the school playground, feigned interest in the same book 274
times, and have held off my first drink till the kids are in bed seven
times this year. I was hoping you could spread my list out over
several Christmases, since I had to write this letter with my son’s
red crayon, on the back of a receipt in the laundry between cycles,
and who knows when I’ll find anymore free time in the next 18 years.
Here are my Christmas wishes:
I’d like a pair of legs that don’t ache (in any color, except purple,
which I already have) and arms that don’t hurt or flap in the breeze;
but are strong enough to pull my screaming child out of the candy
aisle in the grocery store.
I’d also like a waist, since I lost mine somewhere in the seventh
month of my last pregnancy.
If you’re hauling big ticket items this year I’d like fingerprint
resistant windows and a radio that only plays adult music; a
television that doesn’t broadcast any programs containing talking
animals; and a refrigerator with a secret compartment behind the
crisper where I can hide to talk on the phone.
On the practical side, I could use a talking doll that says, “Yes,
Mommy” to boost my parental confidence, along with two kids who don’t
fight and three pairs of jeans that will zip all the way up without
the use of power tools.
I could also use a recording of Tibetan monks chanting “Don’t eat in
the living room” and “Take your hands off your brother,” because my
voice seems to be just out of my children’s hearing range and can only
be heard by the dog.
If it’s too late to find any of these products, I’d settle for enough
time to brush my teeth and comb my hair in the same morning, or the
luxury of eating food warmer than room temperature.
If you don’t mind, I could also use a few Christmas miracles to
brighten the holiday season. Would it be too much trouble to declare
ketchup a vegetable? It will clear my conscience immensely. It
would be helpful if you could coerce my children to help around the
house without demanding payment as if they were the bosses of an
organized crime family.
Well, Santa, the buzzer on the dryer is ringing and my daughter saw my feet
under the laundry door. I think she wants her crayon back. Have a safe
trip and remember to leave your wet boots by the door and come in and
dry off so you don’t catch cold.
Help yourself to cookies on the table but don’t eat too many or leave
crumbs on the carpet.
Yours Always, Mom.
P.S. One more thing…you can cancel all my requests if you can keep
my children happy, healthy and always believing.
*Santa has asked that this gets passed on to all the mommies you know*
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Military Christmas Poem
TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS,
HE LIVED ALL ALONE,
IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE.
I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY
WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE,
AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE.
I LOOKED ALL ABOUT,
A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE,
NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE.
NO STOCKING BY MANTLE,
JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND,
ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES OF FAR DISTANT LANDS.
WITH MEDALS AND BADGES,
AWARDS OF ALL KINDS,
A SOBER THOUGHT CAME THROUGH MY MIND.
FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT,
IT WAS DARK AND DREARY,
I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER,
ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY.
THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING, SILENT, ALONE,
CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME.
THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE,
THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER,
NOT HOW I PICTURED A UNITED STATES SOLDIER.
WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I’D JUST READ?
CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, THE FLOOR FOR A BED?
I REALIZED THE FAMILIES
THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT,
OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS
WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT.
SOON ROUND THE WORLD,
THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY,
AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE
A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY.
THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOM
EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR,
BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS,
LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE.
I COULDN’T HELP WONDER
HOW MANY LAY ALONE,
ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE
IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME.
THE VERY THOUGHT BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE,
I DROPPED TO MY KNEES AND STARTED TO CRY.
THE SOLDIER AWAKENED
AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE,
‘SANTA DON’T CRY, THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE;
I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM, I DON’T ASK FOR MORE,
MY LIFE IS MY GOD, MY COUNTRY, MY CORPS.’
THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER
AND DRIFTED TO SLEEP,
I COULDN’T CONTROL IT,
I CONTINUED TO WEEP.
I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS,
SO SILENT AND STILL
AND WE BOTH SHIVERED
FROM THE COLD NIGHT’S CHILL.
I DIDN’T WANT TO LEAVE
ON THAT COLD, DARK, NIGHT,
THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOR
SO WILLING TO FIGHT.
THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER,
WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE,
WHISPERED, ‘CARRY ON SANTA,
IT’S CHRISTMAS DAY, ALL IS SECURE.’
ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH,
AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT.
‘MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND,!
AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT.’
~Written By: United States marine
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
The Perfect Couple
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Happy Birthday To Me!
Is it really my birthday or am I dreaming? Could I possibly really be 28? Where the heck did the time go!!! Nothing all that special today. We’re not going out till Friday night to celebrate. As my boss said “thats probably a good thing”. Haha…my reputation needs a little work it seems. J/K Sucks though b/c I bought my own lunch today. I had bet my coworker that our boss wouldn’t remember it. The loser would by lunch. He hasn’t remembered in the last 5 years so honestly…why would this year be any different? Ha…joke was on me. Although I wonder if he might have been tipped off. Hmmmm….. We got word that he was going to close our office for Christmas Eve (Yippee!!!) and I sent the boss and email to thank him. To which he replied “Your welcome and Happy Birthday!!”. Blah My coworker has been gloating all day. He’s lucky I’m a nice person or I might have done something to his sandwhich to get back at him for rubbing it in. He he….I’m bad. Thats the excitment of my day though. Our office is trimming the tree today which involves food, drinks, and kareoke. I’m just going to stand by with the camera. *evil laugh* Ok, I need to behave!
