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Tell about 6 quirks of yours.
Tag 6 fellow bloggers to do the same.Leave a comment to let them know.
1. I have anxiety about my mom driving anywhere by herself or even with my sister. I give her like a 5 min shpill about watching her intersections closely, wearing her seat belt and paying attention to her surroundings. I just have this immense fear of my family dying tragically. I need them to much.
2. I eat my hamburgers absolutely plain. Just the meat and the bun. Sometimes I feel like having ketchup on them and if I do then I have to apply it myself, because they never do it right.
3. When I am driving it's like I become satan. I get so angry at other drivers. I say some pretty nasty mean stuff when I am driving. I wish people weren't such idiots when behind the wheel. "Ummm excuse me jackass when I am next to you you can't just get in my lane. And turn off your damn blinker it's been on for a week now moron!". HAHA and thats putting it all mildly.
4. I have a certain way I have to fall asleep. With my back turned towards the TV and Toby has to be touching my back, and Bowser is cuddled right below him. That will all have to change of course when Brett gets home but for now thats how it has to be!
5. Dogs must eat right?? Well I cannot feed mine. The smell and the feeling of my hand scooping up the dog food makes me heave. I can't handle it. I better get used to it pretty quick beings how I don't have Brett or my parents to help me feed them anymore. Think they could survive without food until the end of September????
6. I love to knit. What do I love to knit the most?? I have no clue. I have like 10 billion knitting projects started and just sitting in boxes or bags. I don't ever finish them. Oh wait I can whip out a scarf pretty fast but other than that they just sit there until I pick it up again out of boredom.
And there you have some of the weird things I do! I hope you enjoyed it all!
Now I tag: Jamie, Emily, April, Stacie, Steph and Jenn! because thats all the friends that I have. hahahahah
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Monday, August 18, 2008
WHERE IS THE COURTESY PEOPLE????
I am going to share a very sad story that happened to me today. Now most of you who are reading this are going to say "WHAT thats not sad thats HILARIOUS!" BUT I assure you it was very sad.
Buying a house and trying to get it all painted and cleaned before you move in and working 3 jobs is so emotionally demanding, you are bound to have a break down at some point. RIGHT???? Well mine happened today.
Before I left to Ogden to finish up my house I had to stop for gas. So I pull into Flying J only to see EVERY damn pump full and lines of cars waiting. My gas tank is on the passenger side (you'll need to know that in a min) so my only option was to wait for this guy who's front end was facing mine (his gas tank on the drivers side). I be sure to leave him room to pull out, and I turn on my blinker (hahah I don't know why, but I did). Well soon enough I see this 15 passenger van pull in behind him waiting for him to pull out. My first thought? "You son of a bitch, THIS IS MY PUMP and you will not be taking it!" so I inch a little closer to the car thinking maybe Mr. Van man doesn't see my very bright RED car. The guy at the pump finished up and pulls out, well I'll be damned if Mr. Van man doesn't just mosey on in to the pump with out any regard for the VERY BRIGHT RED CAR sitting there in front of him with her damn blinker on waving her arms. My sister was with me by the way and was trying to calm me down because Mr. Van man was about to swallow the gasoline he was purchasing from MY PUMP (yes I'm very territorial)! So as Mr. Van man puts his stupid ugly 15 passenger short bus in park, I am holding up my arms as to imply "WTF dude I was here first!" he had the nerve to just sit and stare at me like he didn't know I was saying the "F" word right in front of him. Well my sister is telling me to calm down it's ok, there are plenty of other pumps here. I am in such distress over loosing my pump that I begin to cry, yes I WAS CRYING. So what does my sister do, she laughs at me as if i'm not in enough stress already. While these big gator tears are streaming down my face I yell out "where is all the courtesy PEOPLE?" like someone was going to answer me. My sister still laughing at me starts to tear up because I am such a mess which just makes my car a big cess pool of estrogen. Needless to say I drive around the damn pumps like 2 more times trying to find a pump that is open while arrogent Mr. Van man fills up all cheerfully! I did pull myself together after a min or so and was able to finally fill up my tank with no interuption.
Buying a house and trying to get it all painted and cleaned before you move in and working 3 jobs is so emotionally demanding, you are bound to have a break down at some point. RIGHT???? Well mine happened today.
Before I left to Ogden to finish up my house I had to stop for gas. So I pull into Flying J only to see EVERY damn pump full and lines of cars waiting. My gas tank is on the passenger side (you'll need to know that in a min) so my only option was to wait for this guy who's front end was facing mine (his gas tank on the drivers side). I be sure to leave him room to pull out, and I turn on my blinker (hahah I don't know why, but I did). Well soon enough I see this 15 passenger van pull in behind him waiting for him to pull out. My first thought? "You son of a bitch, THIS IS MY PUMP and you will not be taking it!" so I inch a little closer to the car thinking maybe Mr. Van man doesn't see my very bright RED car. The guy at the pump finished up and pulls out, well I'll be damned if Mr. Van man doesn't just mosey on in to the pump with out any regard for the VERY BRIGHT RED CAR sitting there in front of him with her damn blinker on waving her arms. My sister was with me by the way and was trying to calm me down because Mr. Van man was about to swallow the gasoline he was purchasing from MY PUMP (yes I'm very territorial)! So as Mr. Van man puts his stupid ugly 15 passenger short bus in park, I am holding up my arms as to imply "WTF dude I was here first!" he had the nerve to just sit and stare at me like he didn't know I was saying the "F" word right in front of him. Well my sister is telling me to calm down it's ok, there are plenty of other pumps here. I am in such distress over loosing my pump that I begin to cry, yes I WAS CRYING. So what does my sister do, she laughs at me as if i'm not in enough stress already. While these big gator tears are streaming down my face I yell out "where is all the courtesy PEOPLE?" like someone was going to answer me. My sister still laughing at me starts to tear up because I am such a mess which just makes my car a big cess pool of estrogen. Needless to say I drive around the damn pumps like 2 more times trying to find a pump that is open while arrogent Mr. Van man fills up all cheerfully! I did pull myself together after a min or so and was able to finally fill up my tank with no interuption.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
3 months already?????
Brett has officially been gone for 3 months yesterday! I can remember back in May I felt like August was so far away, now it's here and I pray that time will pass by fast! So far so good. I have so much going on this month, and so much to look forward to that in no time September will be here (i hope).
Brett is so ready to come home. He is such a hard worker. I wish I could be as dedicated as he is. He has worked 12 hr shifts 7 days a week for the last 3 months. He doesn't like it, but he never complains. That's what I love about him, he may be having a hard time with work, and he'll tell me about it but he never keeps a bad attitude about things. He has been a great roll model for me and his children. I only hope I can be like him one day.
I closed on our home today WOOT WOOT WOOT (I told Brett it deserves 1 more WOOT). By the time I get everything all put together and organized it'll almost be time for him to come home. YAY! Some nights I sit and think about what its going to be like when I see him step off the plane. I mean I know I am going to be beyond excited, but is it going to be awkward? What will we talk about? For the last 3 months all we have been able to do is email once a day and talk about 1 a week. It's going to be weird to share my world with him again. However I cannot wait for him be here and experience normal life again with me by his side.
Stress has become a normal part of my life lately and it is driving me insane. I cannot even explain the feeling when you are signing the closing papers on your new home. Its like a mixture of "oh gosh I'm gonna crap my pants", "What am I thinking", "YAY I am so stinkin excited!" AND "I am a big girl now". As soon as we left, i'm talkin like not even to the car yet I had my Dad call the realtor and ask when I could get the keys to the house. Your not supposed to get the keys until the papers get to the recorder (whatever that is), but I felt a sense of entitlement to the house, damnit it's mine now. Gimme gimme! The whole process of finding and buying a house it the most stressful thing EVER EVER! First you find the home you just love and then you have to make and offer, wait for the paperwork, get your loan all put together and then close. That all sounds easy enough, but its not. It took me from July 5th until today to get everything all said and done. UUHHH I'm so glad its over with. Now I have to move which just makes my insides turn and turn! I have moved oh about 8 times since 2006. I'll tell you what, I will live in this dang house until I am 100 yrs old! hahahaha even if I have 20 kids, they are all gonna have to double up in beds and maybe even sleep in tents in the yard. I will not move again after this! I will soon have newer pictures up of the house and all that jazz. I cannot wait to share with everyone (whoever everyone is). Stay tuned there will be way more to come!
Brett is so ready to come home. He is such a hard worker. I wish I could be as dedicated as he is. He has worked 12 hr shifts 7 days a week for the last 3 months. He doesn't like it, but he never complains. That's what I love about him, he may be having a hard time with work, and he'll tell me about it but he never keeps a bad attitude about things. He has been a great roll model for me and his children. I only hope I can be like him one day.
I closed on our home today WOOT WOOT WOOT (I told Brett it deserves 1 more WOOT). By the time I get everything all put together and organized it'll almost be time for him to come home. YAY! Some nights I sit and think about what its going to be like when I see him step off the plane. I mean I know I am going to be beyond excited, but is it going to be awkward? What will we talk about? For the last 3 months all we have been able to do is email once a day and talk about 1 a week. It's going to be weird to share my world with him again. However I cannot wait for him be here and experience normal life again with me by his side.
Stress has become a normal part of my life lately and it is driving me insane. I cannot even explain the feeling when you are signing the closing papers on your new home. Its like a mixture of "oh gosh I'm gonna crap my pants", "What am I thinking", "YAY I am so stinkin excited!" AND "I am a big girl now". As soon as we left, i'm talkin like not even to the car yet I had my Dad call the realtor and ask when I could get the keys to the house. Your not supposed to get the keys until the papers get to the recorder (whatever that is), but I felt a sense of entitlement to the house, damnit it's mine now. Gimme gimme! The whole process of finding and buying a house it the most stressful thing EVER EVER! First you find the home you just love and then you have to make and offer, wait for the paperwork, get your loan all put together and then close. That all sounds easy enough, but its not. It took me from July 5th until today to get everything all said and done. UUHHH I'm so glad its over with. Now I have to move which just makes my insides turn and turn! I have moved oh about 8 times since 2006. I'll tell you what, I will live in this dang house until I am 100 yrs old! hahahaha even if I have 20 kids, they are all gonna have to double up in beds and maybe even sleep in tents in the yard. I will not move again after this! I will soon have newer pictures up of the house and all that jazz. I cannot wait to share with everyone (whoever everyone is). Stay tuned there will be way more to come!
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