10/31/08
88
Yay! I'm moving into a new apartment tomorrow!!!
I'm so excited and the roommates are great! Can't wait!
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| 10/24/08
88
I have been offered a job in Pittsburgh for June 2009-? with the family I am currently working for. I love this family and I want to go, but I'm giving myself until the end of the year to decide so I have thought it completely through before I do something drastic.
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10/16/08
88
I got to work this morning and looked out the kitchen window. There was a big deer in the FENCED back yard. Ugh...sick out! I hate deer. They are SSSSOOOOO disgusting. I could see it's ribs which made me feel a little bad at first, but then I realized that it was a nasty gross creature that was eating the garden food. Reminds me though, 78, of the almost-dead deer that was looking at us on the road to go snowshoeing....I did actually feel pretty bad for that one.
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10/3/08
88:
......HOT seepers......All Day Long.
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9/18/08
88 :
A deep heart-felt apology from me to our HUNDREDS of readers. I have been VERY delinquent in my posting.
I got to see boyfriendS last week in AZ because AlaskaCousin was playing in a tournament there and I was invited. It was great to see and get reacquainted with MontanaAunt and Uncle and was the BEST to get to know AlaskaC again. I realized that we never changed. We are the same people together as we were before, we're just in grown-up bodies. It was fantastic!
So, as I mentioned, I got to see BFS, as he lives with ArizonaUncle, and we really worked a lot of things out. We had been having MEGA-HUGE miscommunication issues and it was stressful and hard but so worth it. It's been the scariest, most vomit-inducing roller coaster I've ever been on. I know that I can and would (and will if it goes that direction) live just perfectly fine without him, but that's only because of my obligations to myself. I really don't EVER want to be without him again. I am a person all my own but when we started arguing and confusing one another I really just felt like a HUGE part of me was on it's deathbed being stabbed with all the swords ever made. Yes, swords. These were not a million little annoying needles. These were Viking broadswords and torture devices. (Emotionally, of course.)
Well, we had the biggest talk of our relationship and both came to the conclusion separately that we want to be together and that we'd just lost track of what's important to us for a little while. We are working really hard to make sure we don't lose sight of that again but we both know anything can happen. So, we decided to just help each other through the hardest days, weeks, and months so that if we start falling off track we can grab each others' hand and pull one another back onto the path.
He came back to Utah with me and ArizonaCousin(girl), stayed for 7 days and flew back the day before yesterday. I seem to be ok. I know I'll see him in a matter of weeks and after that just another few weeks, and after that we'll be old pros at coping with this TEMPORARY separation.
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9/4/08
88
BFS moved away on the 26th of August. It was the WORST week of my life until last night. Last night while talking on the phone to BFS I came across the fact that he may want to start "seeing other people". Well, whatever. I can't handle that. I can't can't can't.
The Depression is trying really really hard to grab me and tie me down. I am trying my hardest to keep it at bay. BFS (boyfriend still?) and I are in the throes of a pretty heated meltdown and are at each others throats. I hate this situation. I hate that I have such strong feelings for him because apparently he's not quite as emotional about the whole thing, or at least he sure as hell wants me to think he's not.
Sorry about my flakiness with posting. I'll try to do better. I have been having a really hard time. Harder than ever before.
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8/22/08
88:
I am currently in Jackson Hole, Wyoming. Right next to the Grand Tetons! It is beautiful!
Also, I just completed my very first college assignment! The professor really piled the crap on thick with the assignments due by Monday. Jeez. It better pay off because the textbook is VERY boring.
Well, the child and I (I am here for work) are going to take a nice dip in the pool I think.
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8/15/08
88:
Well, my boyfriend is leaving in 2 weeks for Arizona. I am pretty bummed but I keep telling myself that it?s more good than bad?which it is. I mean, he?he'll have a career in approximately 1 and ½ years that he?he'll actually enjoy the majority of the time, unlike now, he hates his job all the time right now. I not am supporting him the best I can, even though some of it is not genuine. I am actually really really really upset that he is leaving. Of course, I can?t bring myself to let him know because I figure, why should he feel any kind of guilty when he?s decided to abruptly merge onto the speeding highway of life. I just hope he merges smoothly and safely (because I know he can tend to drive a little dangerously).
So, we?re having a yard sale to get rid of some of his stuff and hopefully make some kind of profit in the end. We?re hoping to earn at least $200. It?s not tons but it?s enough to get him to Arizona in his truck.
He will be living with UncleArizona (who offered a few weeks ago when he learned that BFS might be attending school 10 minutes from his house) for at least 4 or 5 months. The program is 14 months, which puts his future graduation next November. HOLY CROW RESERVATION! I have to pretend like I didn't?t just acknowledge the time frame we?re working with.
I will be working for my current employers (Family1) until the second week of June 2009. That means that I really only have to be without BFS for about 9 months (because I?m not counting any of June. It?s only 2 weeks into June so I am subtracting those 2 weeks as I really believe they?they'll be a piece of cake at that point).
I have spoken with the nanny agency and will start interviewing for future nanny positions starting in January/February. According to the agency there are a couple of families that are hoping to get me next year. Wow. No pressure, right? Ha ha. Well, it?s the best kind of pressure there is.
Oh, I?m going to The Grand Tetons next week (Wednesday) to stay with Family1. They graciously invited BFS to come along. BFS and I will be discussing the plans tonight (Thurs).
I hope I haven?t bored you all. That?s what?s happening in my life right now.
Note to 83; I know EXACTLY what you?re talking about with that nuke. Please take caution.
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7/18/08
88:
CAKE. Delicious, warm, perfectly frosted cake. The icing has JUST enough creamy buttery look and is a soft brown. It is for me! 75 begins to cut me a piece. The very FIRST piece, just for me! ...........I wake up. 75, why were you teasing me in my dream??? What a way to start a day, huh? .....Why was I dreaming of cake that was for me but I can't have it? Ha. This one's a stumper.
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7/4/08
88:
The Chicago O'Hare airport is amazing. It is one of the highest quality airports I have ever set foot in. I was quite impressed by the organization of the gates and how easily I was able to figure out where I needed to be. The food court was very well done and there were little shops all over. What an excellent airport.
The thing that really caught my attention though, was the toilets. That's right. I said, "toilets". They were FANCY. Now, when I say "FANCY" you might start thinking gold flush handles or a built-in silver plated bidet, but no. It was MUCH better.
Please, I invite you to experience via photograph the amazing awe that is the toilet that greeted me as I stepped into the stall to relieve myself;
I had some pleasure as I looked up as well (after the toilet showed me it's wonderful ways). In the walkway just outside the restrooms is a GIANT lighted golden globe.
So now I'm here, in VA. Mom and Dad's house is WAY beyond any comprehendible mess. The "derbis" is unbelievable. It makes me feel depressed and unhappy. I tried to clean (and even had success with the upstairs linen closet) but my efforts are futile. I organize in a way that is easily functional. The problem is, there is NOWHERE to organize. There is not one square inch in this house that is not covered with piles of "derbis". I just can't do it. I want to see all of you, but I also just want to be back in my clean, organized, functional house in Utah.
I miss my boyfriend profusely. I feel like I left a chunk of myself there and I want to be whole again. I really can't wait to see you guys though!!! HURRY UP!
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| 5/30/08
88
BoyfriendS is in Las Vegas with his best friend for a Concert. They left at 3AM Wednesday night/Thursday morning. I miss him SSSSOOOO much! It's been ONE full day and I CAN'T wait to see him! I am working today until 4PM and I am going to go home and watch Anatomy!!! (since I have this weird love for Benno Furmann...and I like Franka Potente...plus it's an awesome movie)! I watched The Princess and The Warrior last night. OOHhh, I love these movies.
I can't stop thinking about BoyfriendS coming back! He'll be back Saturday night. I'm SSSSSSSSSOOOOOO excited to see him!
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4/30/08
88:
Last night I dreamt that I was drafted into the military for some reason. I was put into a particular group of guys that were a little cocky about what they do (but not cocky as in, "look at me, I'm awesome." I mean it like they know what they're doing and they're overly nonchalant about it while still being a little bit scared). They showed me a video of their last training session. The guys were wearing harnesses and full gear (it was all black). The video showed very large, black steel cages stacked next to and on top of one another. It was a HUGE metal room, probably about the size of a 747 garage, or whatever it's called. (A hanger?)
So, in the training video the men got into the cages and hooked themselves onto the cage somewhere, most hooked themselves to the top so they could swing from side to side. Then, ZOMBIES were released into the large cages and each man had to fight them off. Each cage had up to 3 or 4 zombies in it. they were released to the bottom of the cage and would climb the grates to get to the guy at the top of the cage. One guy in particular was kicking at them and hitting them with the handle of his gun but not shooting them. He was acting like it was just another day at the office, which for him I suppose, it was. I guess the point was to figure out how zombies could be injured and/or killed other than by being shot in the head. People on the streets don't always have guns or knives so the only thing I could figure was that the military was making zombies for training to find out how a regular person could kill them if Dawn of the Dead really happened.
Well, it was a training day and I was to be put in a cage with a bunch of zombies and I knew I wouldn't be able to kill them all. I decided I wanted to call mom and dad, since they didn't even know I'd been sent to Iraq (which is where we were training). I was huddled up next to like 6 guys on a sand hill but inside the building. There was very little room. We were crouched down and had to be quiet. I told them I wanted a phone "NOW!" (in a loud whisper) and was given an old tan colored button phone (where the handset has two round pieces on each end you know? Like the old one we had in the hallway in Hometown). I dialed and the operator told me that if I promised to advertise her connection service number then she'd give me a one minute call to the states. I agreed and she connected me...except she didn't connect me with mom and dad, she connected me with some random person I didn't know! Then I remembered I'd smuggled my cell phone into my black cargo pants pocket and took it out. I dialed mom and dad's and mom answered. Then I woke up.
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4/22/08
88:
On my way to set everything up to get my butt in gear and get my life started at school.
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4/10/08
88:
I have to say, 73, your adventures in good ol' China are fabulous. I read them to BoyfriendS (as if it were just an email) and he also is quite entertained by the stories. The airport story from your friend is just unfortunate. The whole illiteracy thing going on for you right now is a real bummer. Haha. However, you'll learn the language, maybe slowly, but surely.
I have to just say that I had some pretty freakin' rank farts today at work. Ha. They were SICK. I started to wonder who was eating the liquid food, the baby, or ME. Well, I knew ahead of time that the family I work for does not own even ONE measly can of Febreeze or any type of air-freshener whatsoever so I just decided to make a funny comment after each fart, as if to prove that the baby was the culprit. I'd say stuff like, "Ha! Listen to YOU, 'Baby'! You are just a cute little gas machine today, aren't you?!"..........What else could I do really? It turned out okay, because I was able to leave around 3 o'clock. The poor family has to spend the whole day in the gas-infested house. Hopefully I fooled them.
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4/4/08
88:
So, I haven't yet heard a definite answer from the doctor. Doctor Salt Lake sent me a letter "urging" me to see a gastroenterologist as they know there's a problem, but can not figure it out. This is retarded. I will be seeing a gastroenterologist soon. I hope all goes well.......ugh......sick.
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| 3/25/08
88:
Remember those certain celebs that should jump into a Pontiac Aztec and just fly themselves to Pluto and never come back, 75? Well, I think I know a few non-celebs who should join them. I have found that they may have to just buy a bus and forget about the Pontiac, because I keep finding more and more and there really just isn't enough room in those ugly cars. I mean, unless they strap themselves to the hood or something, but then I don't think they'd make it to Pluto. They might die on the way, which would be retarded because the whole point of having them go is to 1; get them out of our lives forever, and 2; so they may sit there on that desolate planet and freeze slowly realizing what big, used, slimy, rotten douchebags they really are. I know one in particular who really needs to be sent. He is BoyfriendS' best friend's roommate...who HAPPENS to be BoyfriendS' ex-girlfriend's BROTHER. Ugh....he treats EVERYone that is not himself like absolute crap. He IS the epitome of rude, self-serving, white socks with Tiva's and shorts, asshole. If I didn't believe in freedom for all, I would have him erased from the Earth. (For legal purposes: I have NOT and would NEVER harm any human on purpose).
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| 3/6/08
88:
"Get OUT of my way!......move move move move move!" ---This was me in a convenience store not too long ago. The culprit? The Family Gut. Explosive diarrhea. It was completely unacceptable in my life. Apparently the Gut thought it was welcome. It was WRONG. There was a young man stocking the shelf directly outside the toilets and I should've warned him. I would have, but that toilet was all I could think about. I finally got there. Ohhh, sweet essence of relief! I was ACTUALLY in a restroom! Luckily it was a single toilet room and I locked the door as fast as I could. I got the seat cover on the toilet and WHAM! My lower body turned into a broken faucet (you know the kind that is loose so you can't get it all the way off and it runs constantly?..it was the human version of that). That was just one clip from the horror of that weekend. The Gut thinks it's allowed to "grace" us with it's presence whenever it wants. This Gut is incorrect in every way. I went to my doctor to see what I could do about eradicating the Gut. Doctor told me to quit eating oatmeal. Ohhh...I LOVE oatmeal but, alas, no more. If Oatmeal invites The Gut...then I guess oatmeal is a goner. Until next time; please beware of The Gut as it will creep up on you when you least expect it and your bottom half may explode. This is a serious condition, please be careful.
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2/29/08
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88:
Yesterday I saw the BIGGEST turkey ever, I think. I took the kids to a farm (a working farm that is like a petting zoo). The turkey was VERY ugly. ...ugh..that doesn't do it justice. It was U-G-L-Y, You ain't got no aliby. I mean, this thing was HUGE, hideous, heinous, disgusting, revolting, and every other negative word you can think of. We were walking up to the turkey cage and oldest child(boyfriend's nephew) said, "hey look! Turkeys!...............oohhh....uhhh, SICK, lets not look at those anymore. Let's look at the chickens." He was right. The turkeys were ALL gross, but the HUGE turkey was the ugliest thing I've ever seen. It looked like a rotting, sour, tumory,inflamed vagina. It was THAT revolting...not joking at all. Please go vomit if you need to.
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2/11/08
88:
Baby's family (the family I have a contract with, remember, 3-mo old baby) has been on vacation the past week (as well as next) so I looked for part time work in the mean time...I may as well make some money on my vaca, right? Well, I am in NorthTown (my name for the town north of where I live) babysitting two children. I have been here for 6 days and today is the last. The parents are on a cruise. SO...the reason I tell you this; the older child is autistic. OOOHhhhhhhh mmmyyyyy gooooossshhhhh!!!!!!!! It drives me C-R-A-Z-Y but it has been do-able. Only annoying, not actually difficult. EXTREMELY ANNOYING. Apparently the has been diagnosed with ADHD as well, which is interesting to me. However, I'm not a doctor so whatever. Child #2 is completely normal and awesomely fun. I know for a fact that were Child#2 and 75's child#2 to meet they would be best friends immediately. Anyway, this week has been obnoxious, but totally worth it. I've been here for the nights as well....ok, get this though. The mother's mother is at the house as well. Oohhhhhhh. This is her day: Wake up about 11am, walk upstairs, drink soda (Coke only), use bathroom for about an hour (not showering), come out, drink more soda, sit at table for 30min or so, go downstairs and nap until about 4:30pm then do it again, then go to bed. ......I don't know but I think when I'm an old lady, I'm probably going to fat dog A LOT, but I will also go out in the world and ...I don't know,...play cards or Bingo or something with other people.
I'm going home this afternoon!!!!!!! I am very excited to see the SL valley again...I've missed it. |
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2/6/08
88:
I have made a new friend. We'll call her "Hilda" (even though her real name is MUCH better). She is fabulous. We are very much alike in many ways. The only difference is that she likes animals...not cats...but I think we can all agree that the "cat" is not an "animal". It is more like "THE DEVIL". Moving on; she has 2 birds (her apartment is very clean though and she's very conscious about it). One bird is normal...kinda quiet, keeps to itself. The other however has a name but Hilda has taken to calling it "Asshole". This bird is SO mean! It tries to bite EVERYONE. I like to put my finger just close enough to the cage that it thinks it can get me but then smacks it's beak into the bars......it's hilarious. Damn bird shouldn't try to bite me. Also, it is approximately 3:01pm. I have just eaten a delicious breakfast made by Hilda. It's called German Pancakes. They are SO good. Mmmmm....
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1/28/08
88:
Get this; was supposed to sign nanny contract 3 days ago. Literally THREE hours before contract-signing meeting was to be conducted, mother-of-future-job emails Agencylady and me saying, "I'm very sorry, 88. We really liked you a lot, however, I have decided to quit my job to stay home with child. We have no need for nanny. Good luck. Call if references are needed for potential employers."......uuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh............ok. Start over. 1.Tell bank I must cancel my auto loan application until further notice 2. Find family 3. discuss contract 4. Start over with loan business. New family here I come.
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1/17/08
88:
Happy birthday to 75. I'm sorry I missed it. I hope it's a good year for you.
So, I got the nanny job I want. I've been doing part-time babysitting through the agency for a couple of months and it's paid off. I've figured out how to budget pretty tightly and while it's a pain in the ass not having money to throw around, it's really made me appreciate my things more. I'm not even close to being an old pro at the whole "bills-to-pay" thing but that will come with time. At least I'm on the right track.
"Work" will be a 2month old infant. Super cute....of course not like the new little 73, but cute on regular person standards.
In other news, Thursday BFS and I are going to relative's house over in the next valley for a piano concert. It'll be nice to see grandma again. Last time I saw her was in Arizona during Thanksgiving.
In closing, I'd like to remind each of you the dangers of rancid macaroni salad. I learned to hard way. That's the first time I've actually wanted my mouth to be turned inside out so I could scrape each nook and cranny to relieve myself of the taste.
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1/2/08
88:
Driving down the road in SLC. See a bum by a bank. Watch the bum in his drunkenness try to stand. Bum falls over. Bum tries to get up. Bum knocks over large garbage bin. Garbage everywhere. Bum finally gets up and bangs on glass door yelling. Call police. Stay to watch my personal episode of Cops across the street. I felt bad at first but come on, he's banging on the door and knocking stuff over.
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12/24/07
88:
For Christmas I got a pink Kitchen Aid mixer from BoyfriendS (as well as an electric griddle and a chopping block, because I wanted them not because he's an ass so don't make that joke). The griddle and chopping block are fabulous and I made amazing french toast with the griddle yesterday. I LOVE them. The mixer is approximately 1"X2" (it's a super cute pink clock with all the appropriate pieces. It looks real....just very small). It's my favorite gift.
By the way, 73, I LLLLOOOVVVVEEEE the gifts from China. I've already worn the sweater and right now I'm wearing the blue shirt. I've also been wearing the slippers for the last 2 days constantly while indoors. Thanks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Merry Christmas everyone and Happy New Year!!!!!
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| 12/19/07
88:
This is what we do for fun. You might think it's "hick" but I say to you, I'm having an awesome exhilerating time....and you're not. (jk, ladies...you are having a good time but you get it). I finally learned how to drive it too (it's a manual)!!!!!....needless to say, I am nervous driving a manual but I'm getting it...slowly. BTW: That truck is NOT orange. It's red...the lighting is bad.
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12/03/07
88:
BoyfriendS' older brother was talking to his "girlfriend" earlier this week and she said this, "We've been 'together' for almost a year....why haven't we taken this to the next level???" Brother replied, ".....you're forty pounds overweight." Sounds mean, huh? Wellll.....SHE is a GIANT mistake.
This woman is my age and the BIGGEST BIOTCH I've EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER met....and I don't hate a lot of people. He's tried to get rid of her SO many times. She won't go. He needs to just do it but he won't! NO ONE KNOWS WHY!!!!!!!! It's so confusing. Funny thing is, at the end of that conversation he said, "ok, love you." ....................uuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhh....WHAT?!? I don't understand. Please explain. She is pretty much Satan's daughter....oh did I say Satan's "daughter"?
I really meant she's Sata.....uuummmm...I'd feel bad.
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11/27/07
88:
I went to Arizona with BoyfriendS, BoyfrinedS' brother, and BoyfriendS' mother. It was SUPER fun and I've decided that I want to live down there long-term....which doesn't necessarily mean right now. I'm good here for now. Anyway, his family is HUGE and there were a bunch of cowboys...like...the real kind. It was kinda cool. So, while there, I met his grandmother, who reminds me a lot of Mom's mom in the way she looks and moves and talks, etc. (ps: I wrote mom's mom a letter the other day and I think you all should do the same. I sent a picture of myself in it. If I was old and couldn't remember anything it would be nice for even a moment to know that there are people out there who love you and think about you....that's just how I feel.) SSSOOO, we ate the turkey and all the trimmings...it was DELICIOUS...I ate almost THREE plates of it! ..I know you all believe it because I bet you ate the same or more (it's because we know how to do things right when it comes to FOOD....mmmmm..). After the festivities were over, or so I thought, we went 4-wheeling! It was not a hick thing either girls so don't tease me. My boyfriend is NOT a hillbilly. Trust me. I don't do it hillbilly style. Well, it was nice because I worked off all my tiredness and instead of laying on the floor in the warmth of the sunlight shining onto the carpet after eating, we got to go through a GIANT puddle and splashed the other Jeep (which was totally uncovered) and everyone in that part of our group got soaked. It was hilarious. Good times, eh.
Well, That's all for now. I'm back in SLC staying pretty damn cold, unlike Arizona where it's nice and warm, but I like the snow so it's worth it.
Love you all. Hope Thanksgiving was DELICIOUS..............and thankful. ;)
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11/21/07
88:
BoyfriendS has come to hang with me while I babysit. He has been openly invited to join me as often as he likes. The baby is 3 months old and shares my fabulous name! Cute, huh? He seems to have the magic touch with her because the moment I handed her to him, she started smiling and laughing. Her eyes are very heavy, but you should see the look on his face right now. He is so pleased with her, which is funny because not an hour ago I had to pee so I asked him to hold her for a minute. This is what he said, "....buttttt....she's too small for me to hold." ...ha ha ha ha ha ha. Now he's lovin' it. Well, just thought I'd share that. He's definitely a keeper.
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11/15/07
88:
"Gramaaaah!!! My poop is coming!".....I think we all know about this. I told that story recently and couldn't pass this post up.
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11/9/07
88:
So my boyfriend is selling one of his trucks. He just got a new Toyota Tacoma with a lift...which I actually quite like. I used to think they looked stupid and it was "compensation", but I will say now, after all the four-wheeling we've done in it and his brother's lifted Tacoma, it is actually more or less essential. Anyway, he used my computer to post his old truck online and got a call SIX minutes later. He's had a few today as well, but wow.
In other news; I went to work with boyfriend today after getting children off to school, etc. and I helped them shingle a roof. My hands now have microscopic shards of fiberglass embedded in them and it's pretty much excruciating. Now I know why he always has rough, dry hands. It was fun to help out though. Now we're about to go have pizza for dinner and probably watch a movie with his brother and sister.
Note to 73: I am SO SUPER DUPER EXPLOSIVELY excited for baby #3. I just wish I knew what the name decision is.
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10/09/07
88:
Waiting for a computer at the library is like waiting for a parking space on a busy day. I feel like revving my engine while I stare at the computer then at the other person waiting for that computer. It's a mental throw down. Do I want to be the ballsy one who says, "MY COMPUTER!" or do I step back and be the better person and say, "Oh, you can have that one, I'll wait for another." ...Well...this computer is MINE. ha ha. I felt bad for about a minute.
Anyway, in other news, 85 will be here in approximately THREE days! I am super duper excited! I can't wait to see her most of all, but I also can't wait for her to meet BfS (boyfriendS). He is so cute and while I should really stick with my own personal thoughts, I have to brag about how handsome (and cute at the same time) he is. He never pushes me to do or say anything I don't want to. He's very respectful of my thoughts and feelings. It is just the right amount of give and take in our relationship and when I am the one giving, whether it's mental or not, I don't have a bad attitude about it because it makes him happy. When he's smiling, I'm smiling, even if I'm in a pissy mood. We have SO MUCH in common that it's a little weird, but it's a good weird. It's a comfortable weird. He grew up with very similar financial circumstances and is the 7th of 7 siblings, which is great because we know what each other is talking about when it has to do with family. I get his relationships with his siblings and he gets my relationship with you guys. To sum everything up, BfS is wonderful. It's comfortable with the right amount of pressure...none. :)
So, I've made the dough for cinnamon rolls and am waiting for it to rise. I am going to go pick up little88 (who has the same name as I do, but is the niece of BfS, 4 years old) from pre-school. After that I am just going to finish up the cinnamon rolls and we'll have a delicious dessert tonight. By the way 75, I added a little almond to the dough so I think they'll be perfect...or terrible. We'll see. Love you ladies.
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9/18/07
88:
Oooohhhh, Loyal Reader of the Sic, I apoloize for my absence. I have very unreliable internet at this time in my life and have approximately 4 minutes left on the library computer. To sum things up, I am doing quite well. My Utah adventures began rough but I'm getting through just fine. I'm actually quite proud of myself for my recent personal and emotional accomplishments,.....the emotional ones have been the hardest and most improved, I'm happy to report. BoyfriendS is fabulous, I don't know what I was thinking with boyfriend88 but he was not right. This one is so great. This is one you'll all WANT to meet, I KNOW it 100%. I must retire but I'll return to the library in two days time for more.
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8/6/07
88:
The lack of oxygen in the air up here in the mountains is making it VERY difficult for my body to operate correctly. Acne has slightly improved as well as hair quality and the best one, a LOT less sweat sticking to my body in those places that would make 78's pants stick to her asscrack in unfortunate ways. However, It would be nice to have all of that AND be able to breath as well. I have process of adapting to the minimal amount of oxygen has begun but is slow-going. When all other members of my party are completely fine I am panting and begging for water. I've discovered a whole new form of lightheadedness. ALSO, the shower here at Aunt's house has extremely soft water making it difficult to get all of the soap off myself. These complaints are slight and other than obvious lack of finances for school, things are going very well!
In other news, last night around 2am Cousin, Cousin's Friend(fabulous), and I discovered that we were all hungry. We went to IHOP. I ordered sunnyside up eggs with toast and when it arrived, which was about an hour after we got to IHOP because our server was SSSLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWW, everything seemed to be fine. I ate the first of two eggs. It could've been better but we are talking IHOP here so, really. I was ready for my next egg. I pressed my fork gently on the egg to break the yolk and let it run out so I could then sop it up with my toast but I got a little surprise with my runny yolk. The instant the yellow started flowing onto the plate a brownish-gray thing slid out from inside the yolk area. Cousin exclaimed, "WHAT...IS...THAT?!" I thought it looked a little like a thickly sliced mushroom but ...how would a mushroom get into the middle of my yolk??? The film (which was fully intact at the start of the meal) over the yolk of a sunny side up egg would not allow for anything to be put into it. It was curved, a little less than an inch long, with a little sprout of tentacle looking things at the top. I attempted to press my fork sideways into the "thing" to see if it would cut in half. NO, it SPRANG right back at me. The meal was free but they didn't tell me what the item was. The girls and I believe it was a chicken fetus that had developed after it shouldn't have. ..........VOMIT VOMIT VOMIT VOMIT VOMIT VOMIT VOMIT VOMIT VOMITx100 million. We are all still 100% grossed out. It'll be a while for me now with the whole egg thing.
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7/25/07
88:
Ok, SO sorry I've been majorly slacking.
I have arrived in SLC and LOVE it. I've been asked out once, by someone I already knew and am friends with and knew he likes me but it still counts, but also part of a little set up. The neighbor of relative-S introduced me to her son, who is a freshman at the rival university, and flat out told me, "you know this guy could always use a nice date!" .....uuuuhhhh....ok thanks lady I just met literally 3 seconds ago.
In conclusion I just have one word: "TRAMPOLINE"
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6/20/07
88:
I've kind of had the depression for a few days. I am just getting sick and tired of working. I have no short-term motivation. It's pathetic but I'm sticking with it and getting through it. It's usually worth it at the end of the day/week/month. I often find myself contemplating life. I get up, I go to work, I come home, I go to sleep, I get up , I go to work, I pay my part of rent/etc. and there's no money left. It's like a spiral of nothingness...even though I know it's temporary. I know what I want but I haven't done my share of the shit part yet...I just want to skip it but I know I would just be cheating myself.
I felt like crap today...absolute crap. I had super-our-family-gas at work tonight and it was actually so painful that I was short of breath and I could barely stand. I stuck it out and stayed 'til then end of the night and tried not to complain. I almost started crying while organizing the clearance section because I was in so much abdominal pain. I couldn't hold the tears back but I did hold back the sighs and gasping and luckily I was in the back corner of the store so no one could really see that I was sobbing silently. ha ha. I actually can't believe I did it. I felt so gross. When I got home I had a nasty burst of diarrhea and I still feel the same but it's not nearly as bad when I'm home with the girls because here I can just let the gas escape as necessary. That's gross, but it's the uncomfortable truth.
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6/14/07
88:
Well I'm going to Utah. I bought a ticket for July 27th and I'm getting super excited. It's going to be freakin hard and it's going to suck for financial reasons but I'll figure it out and it'll be worth it. I can't wait.
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6/5/07
88:
Well I'm going to Utah. I bought a ticket for July 27th and I'm getting super excited. It's going to be freakin hard and it's going to suck for financial reasons but I'll figure it out and it'll be worth it. I can't wait.
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5/31/07
88:
I came to see mom and dad and get things worked out for the fall on Monday. I had a bus reservation for Thursday but got an email saying that it was cancelled. ....Uhhh...ok. Luckily I hadn't paid for any tickets as I hitched a ride from ny with DC-Cousins. I made another reservation for Friday but they told me I couldn't make a new one as I already had one for Thursday. "HELLO!!!! YOU canceled my Thursday reservation!!!" So, I used mom's name and phone number instead. I had a reservation for Friday. The problem is Friend88 who was to take me to the bus stop was free Thursday as planned but not Friday. SO, I couldn't find ANY available people to take me. I decided to plan on taking a taxi to the metro then taking that to the bus stop in DC, however, I found that the taxi ride alone would be $60. The metro would be at least $5 and the bus $20. This was all extra frustrating since the internet was not working at mom and dad's. So Sicsister 85, in all her fabulousness, looked online for me and found a flight Saturday morning that came out to be $70 total. Home in time for work even! Oh sweet Lord in Heaven. Now Friend88 can drop me off at the airport and I won't smell like diesel from the bus. Thank you 85! You are my hero!
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5/21/2007
88 :
Well, I'm really super excited for the baby, 73! I can't wait to see him/her!
I did my financial aid last week and got a seemingly ridiculous figure as my "estimated family contribution". Ha ha, yeah right. Family contribution. We all know for us that means, "personal contribution". It was almost ten thousand dollars. I called the fin. aid. department and realized I'd made a mistake. I got it fixed and it brought my "EFC" down to just under three thousand, so that's good. I am super stressed about going to school but I'll figure it out somehow. I have to. Thanks for all your help everyone.
I feel bad about not being able to attend grandpa's funeral but I know he'd rather me celebrate than sit around all depressed....seeing as the funeral is on my birthday. :(
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5/10/07
88:
A hot dog street vendor peed into a paper bag today in Central Park. I saw it happen. He then sold someone a hot dog. Enough said.
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4/27/07
88:
At work today, a plus size women's clothing store, a large woman came in and tried to steal a t-shirt. She was QUITE gigantic and was wearing a "doo-rag" on her head. We caught her and she put the item down after it had been halfway stuffed in her bag. Anyway, after helping her I was going to inform her that she could save a certain percentage by applying for a credit card. She was in the process of walking away from me and I was beginning to take my first step to approach her again when SHE FARTED. It was HHUUUUGGGGEEEEE. It wasn't because I was so close to her that I heard it. No, this fart was Earth shattering. The volume was up all the way in her ass and her speakers were about to blow. I stood with my arms at my side in disbelief for roughly 15 seconds.The best part was that to her, NOTHING happened. She pretended like she did not just fart in public. She just walked up to a rack of clothes and started inspecting what was on the hangers. .....wow. What a day.
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88 :
My new job is going well so far. A few customers on the first day told the manager that they really liked me and that they'd like me to help them again in the future. Today a big shot from corporate was there. He was extremely homosexual and very annoying. He stood around just watching us, which makes sense as that's his job, but come on. It was very uncomfortable being watched while you already feel like a fool acting all perfect and pepped for the customers. I like this job though, it's good. I just don't like the gay guy watching me. My next goal is to start selling the credit card which I can totally do and it's not a problem. It's just a little more difficult to push it when I sure as hell wouldn't get a freaking store credit card. They ask me and I'm like, "ok, I don't want the damn card. Leave me alone." I had to do it at Old Navy too though, so I have no doubt that I can do pretty well with it. I'm still working at the bar but I owe so much money my brain is going to implode very soon. I felt like shit this morning but I got through it. I'm doing my best. |
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4/9/07
88:
83 went to visit 75 this weekend for Easter. I stayed home and 85 came to visit late Friday night, which was nice. 83 got a phone call Tuesday or Wednesday from "relative" asking if a friend of his might stay with us for the coming weekend. 83 approved even though she was not going to be here. The friend's plans had fallen through with his hotel apparently and had to take a test Saturday morning in the city. We were all very curious about what he would look like, what his personality would be like, whether he'd be super religious, like some of "relative's" other friends we'd met. 83 left the day before the friend was to arrive. Anyway, the friend got here and I was pleasantly surprised. He was not at all ugly, in great shape, initially had a normal personality. Things looked good. We lounged a little until Relative had to hit the road and it was just Friend and me. We watched tv a while, gossiped about celebs and how fake most of their boobs are, then we decided to check out the route to the testing site so he could find it with ease in the early morning when getting lost would be the most annoying thing ever. It was all very normal, but THEN, he got really hyper all of the sudden and started jumping on things such as benches and rocks. What?! WHAT?! Who IS this person? He explained that he was couped up all the time at school and was excited to not be studying. We got back to the apartment and he was settled down. We had dinner, talked, and watched more tv, he's a really good gossiper which was funny. 85 arrived around midnight so we heated up the left-overs for her. She was quite alert, which was unexpected for such a late hour. We all did some serious lounging then finally decided to turn in. The things this boy said though, it was so funny. He used the same vocabulary that we do. He's pretty much fabulous, just like us. We are like best friends that have known each other for years now. 85 said he was hot. ...oooooo...I'm excited to see if things progress, 85! You do have a lot in common. ;)
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/28/07
88:
I am visiting VA this week. One of my best friends and I got together and went to get coffee at IHOP. Our waiter told us it was his 3rd day working there. He was VERY timid, unfortunate-looking, and mumbled a lot. It came time to leave and this is what happened:
Waiter: "Can I get you guys anything else?"
Fabulous friend and me: "No, thank you, just the check please."
Waiter: "No problem, I've already taken care of it but here's the check so you can just write your numbers on it if you want."
As I said he mumbled so we pretended to understand at first and went about our business. We walked up to the counter to pay the bill and the host said, "Oh, this check has already been paid." Then it all came together. That's when our brains rethought what the waiter had said and it made sense now. We thought at first that he said, "ok, no problem, I've already taken care of it" as in, "ok, sure, I've already printed it so you can have it straight away." No, he'd clearly paid for it then asked us to write our phone numbers on the check.
We decided to pay the check anyway so we didn't feel like jerks. We told the host to just give the money to the waiter and say thanks, but no thanks. We got in the car and laughed all the way home. Poor guy, but that's just not goin' down.
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3/8/07
88:
Mother is visiting New York this week as it is 83's birth week. Mom and I went for lunch yesterday while 83 was at work. We went to a place where we got bagel sandwiches and they were delicious. We sat down at
a little table that was rather close to the next little table at which was seated a nice looking young man. He was reading peacefully as mother and I started up conversation. I told her about the "I'm sorry this treatment will make you nauseous.....and impotent." situation and she laughed. I noticed a few minutes later that the sweet looking young man next to us had not turned a page in some time. So I started to pay attention to him secretly. I soon realized that he was not actually reading his book, rather, he was listening in on our conversation! I would say, "how RUDE!", however, when I realized that he had probably started listening after he heard me say, "I'm sorry this treatment will make you nauseous...and impotent." I thought, "hell, I'd listen in too." Nothing was said to the nice young man and we finished our lunch and left the lunch spot. As I was walking out though, I decided that I probably wouldn't end up finishing my beverage so I turned around and went back in (only a few steps) to throw it into the trash. When I walked out, I took care to watch the man again. Sure as before, he watched me walk out the door. He must have been quite entertained.
2/27/07
88:
83 and I are going to drop dead within the next day or so. The landlord downstairs has been using, or spilling what we can only determine to be paint thinner. The fumes are absolutely vomitous and makes our heads ache. We opened the windows but since New York has recently slammed head on into Antarctica, we had to close them before our extremities froze off. Who knows what the "lord" has planned for us tomorrow, the "landlord" that is. We may already be starting to decompose by morning. We can't be sure. We are sure though, that these fumes are NOT acceptable.
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2/20/07
88 :
I broke up with boyfriend88. I'm glad I did it, but it's also unbelievably sad. He didn't do anything wrong, neither did I. It just wasn't going to work. I have had the depression big time. Some have been fully supportive, some were unaware, and others were quite cold. However, I am getting over it and boyfriend88 and I had a long, very difficult talk face to face a couple of days ago. We are friendly, everything is going smoothly, and I'm not quite as depressed as I was the last couple of weeks. The depression is still here, I'm just trying to get over it. I am moving to NY for a while with 83. It should be a good experience and fun. 83 and I sometimes have problems getting along, but I'm sure we'll have a grand old time.
It's pretty short this time, but I just don't feel the urge...like I said, I have the dreaded depression for a while.
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1/30/07
88
Do I have a story for you!
Sunday night, a beautiful, semi-snowy, romantic evening should have turned out wonderfully. Boyfriend88 took me to a restaurant, we ate delicious soup then shared a fantastic piece of chocolate cake with vanilla sauce and fresh strawberries. Our waitress could have been better. She took 10 minutes to even greet us then she was hurried the whole time. "What drink do you want?!" "Oh, we're ready to order." "I'll be right back with the drinks." Another 10 minutes later she comes back with the drinks. I said, "Thank you, but we're ready." She told us she'd be back. It took us half an hour to even get our orders in. Luckily it was just soup. We were absurdly polite to her because we both know how much food service sucks.
That's not the point. We left the restaurant and were fine. It was freezing so we ran to the car and blasted the heat. (Remember taking mom's old black fuzzy blanket and sitting on the floor by one of the heater vents creating a tent to hold in the warm air. I loved that feeling.)
ANYWAY, here's the kicker. Brace yourselves................My roommate asked me to watch the animal. You know take her out once or twice while she went on an overnight business trip. "Ok, I guess I have no choice." I said. "You'll owe me." I thought it would be easy, or at least not 196% difficult. As it turns out, that animal has the highest pitched whine I've ever heard and it DOESN'T STOP! Boyfriend88 and I had been watching tv and since it was freezing outside, literally, I invited him to stay over. He was super tired so he put on my over-sized pj bottoms and hopped into bed.
I was still up cleaning and watching a show I love. Then, it began. I won't go into detail but it got to the point where I leaned over to boyfriend88 and said in his ear, "I think I'm going to murder it." (as much as I hate the animal, I would never hurt it really). He was trying so hard to sleep but couldn't tune out the noise.
I felt so bad when around 1:30am boyfriend88 said, "I love you but I'm sorry I can't stay asleep and I have to work early." So, I understood completely and since I didn't have to work I was fine. He kissed me goodnight, neatly folded up my pj's, and I told him to call when he got home." I finally got to sleep around 6am when the animal fell asleep and SHUT UP. I told boyfriend88 and he felt so bad he'd left. He couldn't have done anything though anyway.
It was a DISASTER! Have I illustrated how I loathe this animal? It is my arch nemesis. The bane of my existence. It has to go. Luckily, I am moving. I'll have more on that in the coming weeks.
1/24/07
88:
Ok ladies. I have been thinking and have decided to change my major to nursing. The fact that I haven't even started yet kind of makes it easier. Much. I think this field will be a better match than my previous psych major. I realized. You can learn a lot from psychology and it's all very useful information. In fact, I took a psych course junior year and senior year I took the college course (AP) and did well on the test. I still find psychology in general very intriguing but I won't really be able to do anything with a psych degree unless I went all the way for a Ph. D, which I don't necessarily want. I don't want to be in school that long. I don't want that many loans. With a nursing degree I will be able to actually use it and make an impact on people's lives, however small that impact may be. I can always do psych on the side or as my minor, which is the plan. It's probably going to surprisingly involve a lot more math than I'm comfortable with, but I can handle that. I can always get a private tutor and do extra practice. I am quite satisfied with this change in my life and I know it will be very beneficial for my goals. I'll probably end up doing simple stitches, cleaning up vomit, taking people's temperature from their rectums. I'm 100% sure it won't be pretty but it will be a job I'll be proud of. So, here I go. This summer it starts. Straight 4 years is my goal. No breaks, no 'time-outs'. I hope I can do it non-stop. I will do my best.
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01/16/07
88:
I had Easy Mac for dinner. How pathetic is that? I was at mom and dad?s house yesterday. Dad told me, why don?t you clean up the house while you?re here? ?What? Excuse me? Did I hear you correctly?? I can?t remember making any of the mess in their home. Therefore, I found it quite strange that I would be asked to clean it up. Hmmm. Anyway, Boyfriend88 will be picking me up in about 2 hours and I need to do my hair and find a cute outfit. Luckily, as of now, the baking soda operation has not begun. Talk about boring?hopefully next time will be more exciting.
01/08/07
88:
My roommate is messy and dirty. She has a poorly trained animal running around as well. I have been vacuuming and tidying at least once a day since we moved in. I didn't know it was so difficult to put a hairdryer away after using it. Or, such a task to hang/fold your clothing. I seem to find a way to do it every day. Fancy that. I have organized all of my things in the bathroom, closet, and kitchen(I came prepared with an ample supply of 409, bleach, and other such necessities). I have become a HUGE fan of Febreze and will continue to endorse the fine product. Ladies, you have no idea how much animal urine I have cleaned thus far. The carpet will be ruined within the month. No matter how much chemical I use, the smell seems to linger somewhere. Today I was sitting on my bed after a rough session on the treadmill. I resituated myself and smelled something funny. Is it me? I don't think my sweat smells THAT bad. I moved my head around sniffing at the end of the bed. What is that? ....What IS that!?!?!??! It's URINE! Oh, how absolutely vile. How could I have let it soak into the carpet? I didn't see it happen; therefore, knowing the roommate, no chemical had been applied. I jumped up in a second, knees bent, arms out. I looked like the late Steve Irwin (love ya, Steve) about to grab a crock. I scanned the room trying to find the urine spot. I couldn't find it. Each time I got to where I thought it was, the smell would go away. I looked for almost half an hour. I still couldn't find it. I took a shower just to be sure it wasn't me. Nope, it wasn't. That puddle of urine is now soaked all the way through the carpet in some random place I have yet to find. When I do come across it, I'm sure it will be too late. It's one thing to handle the human roommate throwing her crap all over the place each morning for me to pick up and reorganize, it is quite another to be the one taking on the responsibility of pee and poop disinfector on duty 24/7. My poor little nosehairs. They are being tortured. I am constantly wiping, moving, sweeping, and even doing HER laundry (no, she does not expect this. However, if I don't do it, it won't get done).Alas, I have no choice. If I don't do it, the whole house will suffer. My things will absorb the vomitous odor and my boyfriend will be forced to carry a box of baking soda to toss on me whenever we're together. I am going to try to suck it up for a while, although I may have to do it off the balcony where the air is suckable.
Also: My sweet love, 83,
I wish I could have been with you during the concert. I would have laughed for you.I Almost busted a gut just reading it. Speaking of such occurances. 75, remember the hotel? We are such ladies.
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