So my neighbor Jen is such a goofy drunk. We were just sitting around playing some drinking games like asshole and ring of fire and whatnot and she had her baby at the babysitter's for the night. Well....that means that she was free to get toasty...and toasty she was! haha
It gets to be around 2am and everyone is just kind of relaxing and talking to one another and I step outside to smoke and I hear Jen holler my name.
Jen "OMG Guess what!"
Me "What?"
Jen "You know how awesome I am??"(and she sounded truely exicted about answering that!)
Me "How awesome are you Jen?"
Jen "I am sooooo awesome that if you were to go to college and major in ME(her voice went up a couple octaves on that one) Then you could be a millionaire JUST by being only half as good as me!!"
Me "Is that so?"
Jen "YEAH! If you were to only take 'Jen 101' and no other 'Jen' classes then you'd still be making millions. That is prercisely how awesome I am!"
Me "Wow! That's cool...I think I'll enroll first thing Monday!"
Jen "Damn straight!! You'll be a millionaire in no time at all!"
haha I love my neighbors. Especially since all 15 mexicans moved out (actually we got them evicted) a month or so ago.
Happy monday yall!!!
Monday, April 21, 2008
Thursday, April 17, 2008
one year mark
Ok, so I have to write about this today. This time last year was a very hard week for me. April 16th the VT shooting happened and I live(hometown) about 30 mins from there and know a countless amount of people who go there. April 17th, my grandfather past away. Needless to say, I shed alot of tears this time last year.
First, I want to talk about my grandfather. I will never forget the last conversation I had with him. Last year since I won a special award at my command I got to choose when I got a 4 day weekend. I knew my grandfather wasn't doing that well so this time last year I requested a monday and tuesday off. So I get home and spent time with my family and my grandfather...he had been in the hospital for a few day at this point. The sunday before he past my brother and I went to the hospital to see him. This is what happened as soon as we walked into the room...
Me "Hey grandpa!"
Him "I need my thermas!!"
Bro "umm, it's on the table behind you grandpa."
Him "I know and I can't reach it and I have to pee really bad!"
(since he can't get up to go to the bathroom they had him peeing in this big red thermus)
me "umm, I'm just gonna step outside real quick and let you do your thing grandpa."
It was just so funny considering the circumstances.....it lightened the mood in the room. We sat with him for I don't even know how long and just talked. I was difficult to sit there and talk like nothing was wrong but it was even more difficult to not cry. I was determined not to make it hard on him by crying in front of him.
The very next day
The very next day is when the Virginia Tech shootings happened. I was so scared all day long because I knew so many people that were there. My brother for one and his best friend whom I was very close to also. Plus since I live so close to the school, almost half of every graduating class in my high school attends there. Later when we found out that most of it happened in that 1 classroom I freaked out even more because a very good friend was in that class....or was supposed to be. Him and some of his frat brothers were all hungover and decided not to show up that day. It's really crazy how drinking and being hungover possible saved his life. That was a horrible monday. And it didn't get that much better the next day.
Tuesday I had to leave to come back to Norfolk. As I was saying goodbye to my mom around noon my dad called to tell her that my grandfather had developed fluid in his lungs and wasn't doing well at all. She tried to assure me that everything was ok and sent me on my way. My whole way home tho I had this horrible feeling. When I got to my barracks that night I unpacked took a shower and took a couple of tylenol pms so I could sleep. If I didn't then all my worrying was going to keep me up all nite.
I woke up to a voicemail that morning from my dad telling me that my grandfather past away around 10 the night before. I went to work told my command and was back in my home town by 11:30am. It didn't even really hit me until the viewing. As soon as I walked into the room and saw him laying there, so lifeless...i completely lost it. I ran to the bathroom and cried my eyes out.
My whole point in this post was to say that my grandfather was such a great man, a great person. He loved my grandmother for over 40 years, loved his 3 sons and all of his grandkids. He was an extremely good work ethic, was apart of the Lions club and president of it. He helped with the community and took good care of his horses. I love and miss him very much and just wanted to make it known.
First, I want to talk about my grandfather. I will never forget the last conversation I had with him. Last year since I won a special award at my command I got to choose when I got a 4 day weekend. I knew my grandfather wasn't doing that well so this time last year I requested a monday and tuesday off. So I get home and spent time with my family and my grandfather...he had been in the hospital for a few day at this point. The sunday before he past my brother and I went to the hospital to see him. This is what happened as soon as we walked into the room...
Me "Hey grandpa!"
Him "I need my thermas!!"
Bro "umm, it's on the table behind you grandpa."
Him "I know and I can't reach it and I have to pee really bad!"
(since he can't get up to go to the bathroom they had him peeing in this big red thermus)
me "umm, I'm just gonna step outside real quick and let you do your thing grandpa."
It was just so funny considering the circumstances.....it lightened the mood in the room. We sat with him for I don't even know how long and just talked. I was difficult to sit there and talk like nothing was wrong but it was even more difficult to not cry. I was determined not to make it hard on him by crying in front of him.
The very next day
The very next day is when the Virginia Tech shootings happened. I was so scared all day long because I knew so many people that were there. My brother for one and his best friend whom I was very close to also. Plus since I live so close to the school, almost half of every graduating class in my high school attends there. Later when we found out that most of it happened in that 1 classroom I freaked out even more because a very good friend was in that class....or was supposed to be. Him and some of his frat brothers were all hungover and decided not to show up that day. It's really crazy how drinking and being hungover possible saved his life. That was a horrible monday. And it didn't get that much better the next day.
Tuesday I had to leave to come back to Norfolk. As I was saying goodbye to my mom around noon my dad called to tell her that my grandfather had developed fluid in his lungs and wasn't doing well at all. She tried to assure me that everything was ok and sent me on my way. My whole way home tho I had this horrible feeling. When I got to my barracks that night I unpacked took a shower and took a couple of tylenol pms so I could sleep. If I didn't then all my worrying was going to keep me up all nite.
I woke up to a voicemail that morning from my dad telling me that my grandfather past away around 10 the night before. I went to work told my command and was back in my home town by 11:30am. It didn't even really hit me until the viewing. As soon as I walked into the room and saw him laying there, so lifeless...i completely lost it. I ran to the bathroom and cried my eyes out.
My whole point in this post was to say that my grandfather was such a great man, a great person. He loved my grandmother for over 40 years, loved his 3 sons and all of his grandkids. He was an extremely good work ethic, was apart of the Lions club and president of it. He helped with the community and took good care of his horses. I love and miss him very much and just wanted to make it known.
Ok so yesterday the end of my post got cut off for some wierd reason and then I tried to post just the end of it and it came out blank! Damn work computers! Oh well....lets see if it works THIS time.
what I'd like to be doing in 25 years would be.......living in that 4 bedroom log cabin that I was talking about before with my horses and hubby. I would also have a spidermonkey, a pug, a few cats and some bunnies =^). What? I'm an animal person! I'd be in a career that I'd love waking up for everyday and have 5 kids and bunches of grandkids.
Wow, I just read over that and I just realized that that was alot! haha. Well, I would make this longer but I gotta go PT in a min....gotta get rid of the winter layer of fat. Or in my case...a few layers!
what I'd like to be doing in 25 years would be.......living in that 4 bedroom log cabin that I was talking about before with my horses and hubby. I would also have a spidermonkey, a pug, a few cats and some bunnies =^). What? I'm an animal person! I'd be in a career that I'd love waking up for everyday and have 5 kids and bunches of grandkids.
Wow, I just read over that and I just realized that that was alot! haha. Well, I would make this longer but I gotta go PT in a min....gotta get rid of the winter layer of fat. Or in my case...a few layers!
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
What I was doing 10 years ago - (1998): Well I was 11 so I was just going to school and playing softball for my middle school.
...Five things on my to-do list today:
1. Pt because I am getting FAT
2. Pick up uniforms from cleaners since I have duty on friday....BLAH
3. Cook dinner for the boyfriend and I
4. Clean bedroom because I was mad this morning about not finding a certain shirt and threw clothes everywhere! haha
5. Do my 20 minute ab workout
Five Snacks I enjoy:
1. Cheezits will be the death of me
2. Skittles
3. Apples
4. My daddy's chexmix
5. String cheese =^)
Five Things I would do if I were a billionaire:
1. Buy my daddy the old school muscle car he always wanted
2. Pay off both my grandmother's and my parent's houses for them.
3. Buy a cozy 4 bedroom log cabin in the woods near a lake....oooh with horses!!
4. Go to an expensive university and pay in CASH! rock on!!
5. Buy myself out of my militart contract.
Five of my bad habits:
1. I am the worst procrastinator EVER
2. I bite my nails
3. I'm very indecisive
4. I can be hella lazy...and probably could win the gold if there was such a thing
5. I rub my eyes alot even when they don't itch or anything. I'm gonna be blind by the time I'm 35 haha
Five places I have lived:
1. Virginia till I was 18
2. Chicago till I was 19
3. then a DIFF part of VA...still here
4. Well I WILL be living in Bahrain for 6 months soon...does that count?
Five jobs I’ve had:
1. I worked the picnics at a baseball stadium from 14 to 16 years old
2. Sonic from 16 to 18
3. MacNbob's(restuarant) on and off from 17 to 18
4. Arby's for a week(i ate too much food there and didn't wanna get fat)
5. Bojangles for a week because the boss was a complete DICK
6. And now the Navy for the last 3 years
What I’d like to be doing in 25 years:
...Five things on my to-do list today:
1. Pt because I am getting FAT
2. Pick up uniforms from cleaners since I have duty on friday....BLAH
3. Cook dinner for the boyfriend and I
4. Clean bedroom because I was mad this morning about not finding a certain shirt and threw clothes everywhere! haha
5. Do my 20 minute ab workout
Five Snacks I enjoy:
1. Cheezits will be the death of me
2. Skittles
3. Apples
4. My daddy's chexmix
5. String cheese =^)
Five Things I would do if I were a billionaire:
1. Buy my daddy the old school muscle car he always wanted
2. Pay off both my grandmother's and my parent's houses for them.
3. Buy a cozy 4 bedroom log cabin in the woods near a lake....oooh with horses!!
4. Go to an expensive university and pay in CASH! rock on!!
5. Buy myself out of my militart contract.
Five of my bad habits:
1. I am the worst procrastinator EVER
2. I bite my nails
3. I'm very indecisive
4. I can be hella lazy...and probably could win the gold if there was such a thing
5. I rub my eyes alot even when they don't itch or anything. I'm gonna be blind by the time I'm 35 haha
Five places I have lived:
1. Virginia till I was 18
2. Chicago till I was 19
3. then a DIFF part of VA...still here
4. Well I WILL be living in Bahrain for 6 months soon...does that count?
Five jobs I’ve had:
1. I worked the picnics at a baseball stadium from 14 to 16 years old
2. Sonic from 16 to 18
3. MacNbob's(restuarant) on and off from 17 to 18
4. Arby's for a week(i ate too much food there and didn't wanna get fat)
5. Bojangles for a week because the boss was a complete DICK
6. And now the Navy for the last 3 years
What I’d like to be doing in 25 years:
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
So, I was in a crappy mood up until yesterday so I think that I can type with out sounding like the sailor I am! haha.
Anyways, so last friday boyfriend and I finally talk...er....when I say talk, I mean scream. He didn't understand why I was still pissed off at him and why I wouldn't tell him what upset me the week before.
I'll spare the details of our screamfest.
Well, after all was said and done I had to get out of there. So I got in my car and I went to this country bar/club near our apartments to let off some steam. Now, I haven't two stepped or line danced in a LONG time so when this guy asked me to dance with him I was a little freaked out. I told him that I can't even remember how to do it, but of course he tells me that he can show me. I looked like a FOOL out there! haha. I'm stepping all over his feet and he keeps telling me to look up not down AND so is everyone else that we pass on the floor. I was like WTF? I forgot how different a country bar was. Everyone is really friendly and being with Mr. New York City, aka boyfriend, I'm use to bars/clubs with hip hop or rock and you don't really talk to anyone unless you came with them. So after a couple hours of making an ass out of myself and meeting new people I left....in a better mood. Well my better mood didn't last 20mins after I stepped out of the bar. On my way home I hit a huge ass pothole and pop not only 1 but 2 tires on the drivers side. To top it off I tried calling the number that's on the side of my car for such emergencies but the stupid thing wouldn't let me connect. I mean, the pre recorded voice would give me options as to what kind of emergency it was and after I pressed the correct number it would ring twice then disconnect. I have no clue why it kept doing this. And I was refusing to call boyfriend because, well you all know why. I'm a stubborn bitch and he's an ass.
Well, I'm sitting at my car for like 30 mins until a cop finally drives by and sees me. He stops and calls a tow truck for me...which took them TWO DAMN HOURS to get to me. They had some pre recording that would call me every so often to tell me they would arrive in 45mins....then 30mins.....then 15 mins. I'm on the verge of killing someone because I am so aggitated. So he finally gets there and he offered to take me to my apt. I walk in the door at 4:30 in the morning to who other than boyfriend sleeping on the couch. He of, course, woke up and I told him I had car troubles then went to bed.
Saturday wasn't much better. I got woken up to the mechanic calling me and saying that they have to do all 4 tires because the other 2 that weren't flat, the tread was really low so it'd be pointless to have to brand new tires and 2 old tires. Oh yeah, and I'd have to get my alignment fixed since I probably threw it out when I hit the pothole. I tell him, fine whatever do whatcha gotta do. He tells me my car will be ready on Monday.....well monday rolls around and he calls me up so say the front awn or arm or whatever the hell its called is damaged and needs to be repaired. (Are yall feeling my frustration yet?) I think that it's not something expensive but when I asked how much he replied back with $200. WTF again!
Mechanic "it's $200 mam, but if you want to hold off we won't mess with that.
Me "well, I'm sure you noticed the sticker at the bottom of my front window that says [4 08] right?"
Mechanic "Ummm"
Me "so you can see that I really don't have a choice in the matter. My car has to be inspected this month and surely it won't pass with it busted up."
mechanic "umm also, your front driver side light isn't mounted properly and that won't pass an inspection either."
me "great"
Mechanic "I'll tell you what, since we're already working on your car I'll do your inspection and the front awn(arm? IDK) and the light will only take a few mins to mount back on anyways. What do you say?"
Me "Why don't you take my first born while you're at it"
Mechanic "What was that?"
Me "Nothing. Ok, just do what you have to do to get it to pass inspection."
Mechanic "yes mam. It'll be ready tomorrow."
So even tho I paid an arm and a leg for what was suppose to be TWO tires, I am happy with the results. Before I knocked my alignment out on Friday, it's was already not completely straight. It pulled to the left. So when I got in my car again yesterday I took my hands off the wheel and yelled out "YAY! I'm going straight now!!!" haha....then I went home and had a beer....or 2....ok ok I had 10!
Anyways, so last friday boyfriend and I finally talk...er....when I say talk, I mean scream. He didn't understand why I was still pissed off at him and why I wouldn't tell him what upset me the week before.
I'll spare the details of our screamfest.
Well, after all was said and done I had to get out of there. So I got in my car and I went to this country bar/club near our apartments to let off some steam. Now, I haven't two stepped or line danced in a LONG time so when this guy asked me to dance with him I was a little freaked out. I told him that I can't even remember how to do it, but of course he tells me that he can show me. I looked like a FOOL out there! haha. I'm stepping all over his feet and he keeps telling me to look up not down AND so is everyone else that we pass on the floor. I was like WTF? I forgot how different a country bar was. Everyone is really friendly and being with Mr. New York City, aka boyfriend, I'm use to bars/clubs with hip hop or rock and you don't really talk to anyone unless you came with them. So after a couple hours of making an ass out of myself and meeting new people I left....in a better mood. Well my better mood didn't last 20mins after I stepped out of the bar. On my way home I hit a huge ass pothole and pop not only 1 but 2 tires on the drivers side. To top it off I tried calling the number that's on the side of my car for such emergencies but the stupid thing wouldn't let me connect. I mean, the pre recorded voice would give me options as to what kind of emergency it was and after I pressed the correct number it would ring twice then disconnect. I have no clue why it kept doing this. And I was refusing to call boyfriend because, well you all know why. I'm a stubborn bitch and he's an ass.
Well, I'm sitting at my car for like 30 mins until a cop finally drives by and sees me. He stops and calls a tow truck for me...which took them TWO DAMN HOURS to get to me. They had some pre recording that would call me every so often to tell me they would arrive in 45mins....then 30mins.....then 15 mins. I'm on the verge of killing someone because I am so aggitated. So he finally gets there and he offered to take me to my apt. I walk in the door at 4:30 in the morning to who other than boyfriend sleeping on the couch. He of, course, woke up and I told him I had car troubles then went to bed.
Saturday wasn't much better. I got woken up to the mechanic calling me and saying that they have to do all 4 tires because the other 2 that weren't flat, the tread was really low so it'd be pointless to have to brand new tires and 2 old tires. Oh yeah, and I'd have to get my alignment fixed since I probably threw it out when I hit the pothole. I tell him, fine whatever do whatcha gotta do. He tells me my car will be ready on Monday.....well monday rolls around and he calls me up so say the front awn or arm or whatever the hell its called is damaged and needs to be repaired. (Are yall feeling my frustration yet?) I think that it's not something expensive but when I asked how much he replied back with $200. WTF again!
Mechanic "it's $200 mam, but if you want to hold off we won't mess with that.
Me "well, I'm sure you noticed the sticker at the bottom of my front window that says [4 08] right?"
Mechanic "Ummm"
Me "so you can see that I really don't have a choice in the matter. My car has to be inspected this month and surely it won't pass with it busted up."
mechanic "umm also, your front driver side light isn't mounted properly and that won't pass an inspection either."
me "great"
Mechanic "I'll tell you what, since we're already working on your car I'll do your inspection and the front awn(arm? IDK) and the light will only take a few mins to mount back on anyways. What do you say?"
Me "Why don't you take my first born while you're at it"
Mechanic "What was that?"
Me "Nothing. Ok, just do what you have to do to get it to pass inspection."
Mechanic "yes mam. It'll be ready tomorrow."
So even tho I paid an arm and a leg for what was suppose to be TWO tires, I am happy with the results. Before I knocked my alignment out on Friday, it's was already not completely straight. It pulled to the left. So when I got in my car again yesterday I took my hands off the wheel and yelled out "YAY! I'm going straight now!!!" haha....then I went home and had a beer....or 2....ok ok I had 10!
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Pissed off
*^*^*^WARNING...THIS POST CONTAINS EXPLICIT LANGUAGE BECAUSE I AM PISSED AND RANTING^*^*^*^*^
I have been utterly PISSED for the past 3 days. I am sick of people. I am sick of people not being able to keep things to them DAMN selves. And I so freaking sick of people assuming shit instead of asking and talking....they'd rather hang up on me! I am sick of my job, my boyfriend, my friends....all of it. I AM SICK AND TIRED!
I have a splitting headache from being so pissed and irritated. I just wish all of it would go away. I know I'm being vague but I can't really go into detail of what exactly pissed me off the most. It's too personal to put on here. But I can tell you why I'm uber pissed at my boyfriend. Sunday is when I heard some horrible shit about me, and hearing that it came from a person that means the world to me. It involved a couple friends from home. I didn't know who to believe in this particular situation so I was crying and depressed over this issue. When my boyfriend got home he saw that I was hurt but I told him that I didn't feel like talking about it at the moment. He was fine with it.....or so I thought. Earlier that day in my pissed rampage I posted a bulletin on myspace saying I was pissed and I am done with everyone more or less. An old guy friend, whom I haven't spoken to in months because of my boyfriend, was on and saw it and immediately called me to see if I was okay. I, of course, didn't answer because for one I was crying and for two, I didn't want a fight with James on top of everything else. Well, that night while I was in bed James took it upon himself to look through my call log and saw that I had 2 missed called from my old friend.
And THAT brings me back to yesterday afternoon. I was on the phone trying to straighten said issue out with this girl from home....and I, again, was crying. Well, James beeps in and when I click over he said "what's wrong?" I again said "I'm fine, I am still upset but I can't talk to you about it right now." He comes back at me with "But you can talk to Noel about it??"
EXCUSE ME??
Yes. that's how I said it to him. And then I added, "wait a second...you looked through my fucking phone again didn't you?"
Him "Yeah I did and I saw that you talked to Noel twice yesterday while I was gone."
So in the middle of me trying to tell him that I ignored both of Noel's calls he just says "I bet it's fucking Noel." AND HANGS UP ON ME!
Then he won't answer my calls and claims it's because he's too busy working in a text. So I sent him 3 things.
Text #1 "Well you werent 2 busy 2 call N bitch at me 4 something I DIDNT do"
Text #2 "BTW...snoop better next time cuz if you wouldve, then youd see that I ignored the calls."
Text #3 "You know what? Screw it. Dont talk to me. Im going 2 bed."
I woke up at 4 this morning and left for work because I couldn't stand to be in the same bed as the jackass. I am so FUCKING SICK of him accusing me of doing shit when I haven't done anything. Yall wanna hear something funny? I went to walmart like a month ago to buy him a couple new Xbox games. My phone doesn't work that well in walmart. He tries to call me and gets pissed when he can't get ahold of me. Claiming that I'm diliberately ignoring his calls. I wanted to surprise him when he got home from work. He automatically assumes that I'm lying and that I was doing God knows what with some guy or whatever. Then he found out that I bought him stuff and was trying to keep in a surprise and, as always, apoligized to me. I'm SICK IM SICK IM SICK of all of his motherfucking apoligizing!
I need to get away before I go crazy. I need to get away before I kill someone.
I have been utterly PISSED for the past 3 days. I am sick of people. I am sick of people not being able to keep things to them DAMN selves. And I so freaking sick of people assuming shit instead of asking and talking....they'd rather hang up on me! I am sick of my job, my boyfriend, my friends....all of it. I AM SICK AND TIRED!
I have a splitting headache from being so pissed and irritated. I just wish all of it would go away. I know I'm being vague but I can't really go into detail of what exactly pissed me off the most. It's too personal to put on here. But I can tell you why I'm uber pissed at my boyfriend. Sunday is when I heard some horrible shit about me, and hearing that it came from a person that means the world to me. It involved a couple friends from home. I didn't know who to believe in this particular situation so I was crying and depressed over this issue. When my boyfriend got home he saw that I was hurt but I told him that I didn't feel like talking about it at the moment. He was fine with it.....or so I thought. Earlier that day in my pissed rampage I posted a bulletin on myspace saying I was pissed and I am done with everyone more or less. An old guy friend, whom I haven't spoken to in months because of my boyfriend, was on and saw it and immediately called me to see if I was okay. I, of course, didn't answer because for one I was crying and for two, I didn't want a fight with James on top of everything else. Well, that night while I was in bed James took it upon himself to look through my call log and saw that I had 2 missed called from my old friend.
And THAT brings me back to yesterday afternoon. I was on the phone trying to straighten said issue out with this girl from home....and I, again, was crying. Well, James beeps in and when I click over he said "what's wrong?" I again said "I'm fine, I am still upset but I can't talk to you about it right now." He comes back at me with "But you can talk to Noel about it??"
EXCUSE ME??
Yes. that's how I said it to him. And then I added, "wait a second...you looked through my fucking phone again didn't you?"
Him "Yeah I did and I saw that you talked to Noel twice yesterday while I was gone."
So in the middle of me trying to tell him that I ignored both of Noel's calls he just says "I bet it's fucking Noel." AND HANGS UP ON ME!
Then he won't answer my calls and claims it's because he's too busy working in a text. So I sent him 3 things.
Text #1 "Well you werent 2 busy 2 call N bitch at me 4 something I DIDNT do"
Text #2 "BTW...snoop better next time cuz if you wouldve, then youd see that I ignored the calls."
Text #3 "You know what? Screw it. Dont talk to me. Im going 2 bed."
I woke up at 4 this morning and left for work because I couldn't stand to be in the same bed as the jackass. I am so FUCKING SICK of him accusing me of doing shit when I haven't done anything. Yall wanna hear something funny? I went to walmart like a month ago to buy him a couple new Xbox games. My phone doesn't work that well in walmart. He tries to call me and gets pissed when he can't get ahold of me. Claiming that I'm diliberately ignoring his calls. I wanted to surprise him when he got home from work. He automatically assumes that I'm lying and that I was doing God knows what with some guy or whatever. Then he found out that I bought him stuff and was trying to keep in a surprise and, as always, apoligized to me. I'm SICK IM SICK IM SICK of all of his motherfucking apoligizing!
I need to get away before I go crazy. I need to get away before I kill someone.
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