Two Down; Eight to Go

I survived Monday and Tuesday; I'm pretty sure it will all be downhill from here.

Monday was the worst of it. Actually giving the dude owner my two week's notice about killed me. As excited as I am about moving on I cried. I can most easily relate it to people with this scenario:

Imagine you have spent all your life learning how to do what your parents do, let's say carpentry. Your family has this business that they expect you to take over, but you want to be a doctor. Now comes the day when you have to tell your family, "Sorry, but this isn't what I want for my life, I want to be a doctor." And now you have hurt them immensely; their faces are reflections of someone whose favorite puppy was just shot... In front of them... BY YOU!!

Yea, that's about the reaction I got from the dude. I wrote the stay at home owner a separate letter that I hoped would help her cope. Dude was in shock for the most part. We talked and hugged and I knew it would be "okay" eventually. He left and took the letter home with him. I didn't hear anything from either of them for the rest of the day. He called in at one point and asked to talk to Renee, and then was back for a minute asking me to take the banking...

Today the silence dragged on, and when dude came into the office he didn't hardly say a single unnecessary word to me... It kind of hurt.

After lunch the time finally came, Dude told me she was on line two for me. I was admittedly apprehensive to pick up, but in the end we had a good talk. (Whether she meant it or not) She did tell me that she was happy for me and excited about the new adventure I would be embarking on, that she loved me and would miss me dearly. She told me she understood that it will be a great thing for Collin and I, and that we need to do this. It helped me feel better. I would have been even better if the conversation hadn't taken forty five minutes.... Something I won't miss too terribly much.

So, I survived these two days and only have eight more days of work left at the Agency. We shall see how these go.

Side note: When someone "you love and will miss" is leaving you, you do not ask the person who is leaving if they think "we" (meaning the office) should do something for the last day.... Yea, that happened....

I'm going to brush my teeth and go to bed... I have to work on adjusting to the upcoming change to my sleep schedule.

FRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEDDDDOOOOMMMMM!!!!!!!

What an insane week this has been....

Princess Em turned FIVE!

There was a tornado just Southeast of Salem!

In passing conversation my grandma informed my sister that her mom (our great grandma) had passed away at the end of SEPTEMBER... Not sure how I feel about it... She was in her nineties, and I think I have seen her three times in my entire life, the last time being when I was ten or twelve... But I'm still sorry for my grandma's loss (so please don't take my lack of emotions wrong).

I had a shitty interview on Monday. It was honestly a waste of a drive to Tigard...

Thursday was a different story... I had an interview in Aloha for a wonderful Data Entry/Customer Service job. It went spectacularly! And it seems like the perfect job for me. I left the interview feeling great, and felt even better when I got back to work to find my two close friends/co-workers (Renee and Tucks) whispering in Tucks' office. I poked my head in and Tucks told me they were just talking about me. Turns out the woman I had interviewed with had already called them to check my references! This news just pumped me up like there was no tomorrow. And then came the unbearable waiting....

The woman who interviewed me told me she hoped to have a decision by Friday or Monday depending on how quickly references got back to her. By mid-morning Friday I was chomping at the bit so I texted all of my listed references pleading with them that they call her back if she calls them. By about noon I was dying of impatience and almost buckled; deciding to call her and check the status. Some how I managed to refrain from that idiotic impulse (it hadn't even been twenty four hours since my interview). I finally just left my cell on my desk (watched pot never boils == watched cellphone never rings?). Around a quarter after one I heard my phone beep like it had either a picture message or a missed call. I went bounding from the bookkeeping office to my front office and snagged my phone so quickly I am shocked I didn't drop the damn thing. Sure enough, there it was, a missed call. I checked the number and my heart started pounding. I forced myself to wait for the voice mail. I knew there would be one, and I frantically checked it as soon as the "new voice mail" thing popped up on my phone. It was her! I called her back and she asked if I was still interested in the job. I responded with an "absolutely!" And she proceeded to inform me they wanted to hire me! I thanked her a million times and thought I was going to scream in excitement.

So yea, I start my new job in two weeks. The scariest thing will be Monday when I put in my two weeks notice.... There will totally be a post about how that goes... But now I need to go take care of some other stuff...

Praise Jeebus I am free at last!!! They can't hurt me anymore!!!! I am FREE!!!! And I don't have to look for jobs or go to evil interviews anymore!!!

Oh, and did I mention, this means Collin and I are one step closer to moving to PORTLAND!!! (at this point it is looking like end of March or April!) We are so excited! =D

I told you this next year will be EPIC in a GREAT way!

Shellfishness

Wow... I am still coming down off the high of the awesome weekend I had!

Friday night, my super hero husband and I finished up our Holiday shopping, and picked up a birthday present for Renee (her birthday was today). I was a little shocked at how difficult it was to locate a halfway fashionable day planner (Renee does not have a cell to remind her of everything), but we managed after two open Wal-Marts and two closed, one open Walgreen's... It was an adventure for sure...

Saturday, two of my favorite girls came over for a nice little visit. K and Em of course! I gave Em an early birthday present; a pink and purple hat and scarf that I crocheted for her. With all the crazy weather we have had so far this year I'm sure she'll use them! After they headed off on their merry way, Collin and I went out to his parent's house to drop something off, came home and had lunch and chilled for a few hours. At about 5:30 we picked up coffee and headed to Old Spaghetti Factory in Clackamas to meet up with some of his Hollywood buddies. It was fun and the food was great (and reasonably priced for any sort of Italian restaurant). We made our way back to Salem around nine-ish and decided to go to Wal-Mart to pick up a couple things... Such as a waffle iron... But, Wal-Mart sucking the way it sometimes does only had one type of waffle maker, and it wasn't the kind we wanted so we bought Wii MarioKart. I know, that totally makes sense, right?

Sunday I decided to bake, and I mean BAKE. In about four hours (and an additional thirty minutes later for the last item that will be listed) I made a batch of each of the following: -Chocolate Chip Cookies -Oatmeal Raisin Cookies -Peanut Butter Cookies -Snickerdoodles -Two types of fudge; mint and regular. I sent a platter of cookies to work with Collin (they were completely devoured in an hour and a half), and took most of the rest to the office. I also finished up wrapping presents, made lasagna, and even found time to take a shower and read the paper (separately and respectively of course!).

For a Monday, yesterday was pretty awesome. Work was pretty good. Which made the weekend prior to it feel even better.

Now for a confession:

In the last 24 hours I have committed two extremely selfish acts.

First, as I mentioned, today was Renee's birthday. This year (especially the last few months) has been extremely difficult on her and she has been rather sad. Last night after I took her home from work, in darkness and secret, I went and picked up a birthday cake for her (German Chocolate from Roth's; her favorite) took it back to the office with me and then proceeded to decorate her office with balloons and streamers. I also had the others at work sign a card for her, and left in on her desk along with a separate card from me and the above mentioned presents (day planner, journal, and a case of mochas). When she came in this morning she was pleasantly surprised and even a little emotional, but happy.

The second selfish act: Tucks has been having a really rough month. She has been battling a case of pneumonia, her husband is on his "lay off time", and things are all around tight for her. She has been juggling a million things and struggling a ton with all of it. Her and her husband get no assistance from the State and were in desperate need of groceries. Her husband had gone to get a food box today (you are only allowed one per month per family in Marion/Polk, something I didn't know) and not that they were not grateful for the help, but all it consisted of was a small roast, a frozen chunk of cheese, three cans of corn, a loaf of bread, some beans, a can of chili, and one cup'o'noodles... For a family of three. Now, I realize (as does she) that this time of year is a struggle for the food banks and they are inundated with the hungry, and the current economic climate doesn't help, and it sucks. As much as I bitch about her sometimes, I love Tucks dearly and in my heart I just knew I had to help her. Things for Collin and I have started looking very "up" and I want to be able to share that joy with others. I made up my mind before I ever left work and when I got home I told Collin that I wanted to help her and her family. He understood and indulged me, and after we had dinner we went to Costco. I bought her almost a cart full of soup and ramen and crackers and instant mashed potatoes (and I threw in a box of Oreos; she has a teenage daughter). After we were done we ran home so I could get my office keys, and I also grabbed a jar of peanut butter and a jar of grape jelly out of the pantry to go with the bread we bought. We went to the office and I decorated her desk with all the food, and left a simple note that reads: "You are loved! Pay it forward. =) "

At this point I know some might be thinking, "Okay, this chick is stupid. She must mean selfless acts, right?" WRONG! This is why: (and no, I don't know why I am like this) but I take immense pleasure in helping people, so in a way it is a selfish act because it makes me feel amazing. To see someone smile, even with tears in their eyes (hypothetically happy tears of course) because of something I did just gives me this indescribable high. Like, it gives me purpose, knowing that in this one insignificant act I made life a little more bearable for someone who is otherwise dealing with some disheartening and depressing trials. It makes me feel great. I don't know if this is making any sense, I hope it does. I know this has been a difficult year for us all, but if I can succeed in making one person smile or even just breathe a little easier then I know the struggles haven't been for nothing.

Oh, and (no disrespect meant but...) this has nothing to do with Christianity or any other religion, so please respect MY views and don't go there. It has to do with being a Human, and knowing that we all need a little help in one form or another from time to time.

Oh and did I mention there was a tornado in Aumsville today? Yea, NUTS!

I'm Still Here

The last two months, hell this entire year, have been a whirlwind and I am still spinning. Too much to really encapsulate in a single post, but I am going to try... Sort of... Okay, so I am mostly going to make bullet points of the things that stand out the most....

- Collin was contacted by his completely unknown to him younger sister, yea... Tell me about it.
- Oh, and did I mention in the same conversation Collin learned his biological father is alive and kicking it (as far as Collin knew the dude had been dead over a decade and a half...).
- My best friend's dad passed away; suddenly and unexpectedly (but then when do you really plan for something like that?).
- My dad's oldest brother (my uncle Phil) passed away the night before Thanksgiving.
-Collin and I both got new tats the day before Halloween/his birthday.
- I am fervently seeking a new job in the Portland area (if you know of any office stuff in the area let me know!).
- My in law parentals are still stupid and still piss me off...
- Crackhead neighbors? They are finally gone!!!
- And about a million other little things that don't seem as big now as they did when they happened... It's all been too much.

I am kind of hopeful as we reach the end of this jacked up year. It has been a long nightmare since January 1st (with many high moments too that I am extremely thankful for, or I would have thrown in the towel a long time ago), and I am ready for a fresh start and a new year.

There are so many amazing things ahead of us (Collin and I, and hopefully all of the people in our lives!), and I think we are all destined for a spectacular 2011! I am going to try and keep up with this a little better, even if the posts are a little choppy and scatterbrained (it's cheaper than therapy!!). I am keeping my eyes on the silver lining!

That Went Exactly As I Expected

Rainy days and Mondays always get me down... Not so much the rainy days, but definitely the Mondays, but I am working on fixing that. Also, it isnt't rainy today, in fact it's a gorgeous, crisp fall day. The bike ride to work this morning was rather chilly, but bearable (afterall, I need to enjoy it while I can before it is dark all the freaking time!) Thank goodness for scarves and warm hoodies... Need some gloves or mittens or something though....

Monday doesn't sting nearly as much when I can reflect on the awesome happenings of the weekend. Friday after work Collin and I went and did our weekly "necessity" grocery shopping (as in milk, eggs, bread, lettuce etc.). Saturday we slept in until almost 9:30! Which is extremely late for us these days, since Collin has been getting up for work at 4am. Friday was his last day working that shift. They moved him to a 9am-6pm position, so now he gets up with me, and the timing works out perfect so that we can share our one bathroom easily. Back to the weekend adventure sharing...

So, Saturday we got up, had breakfast, and then went about rearranging the bedroom and tidying up the rest of the house. It's insane how one simple change such as turning the bed ninety degrees can totally change the entire feel of a room. The bedroom now flows much better... I'll have to post pictures at some point... Downside to the change was that our current nightstands didn't fit between the walls and bed so we had to go hunt down some narrow nightstands. (We also decided it was time to invest in a bed skirt so that our whore of a bed wasn't giving away all her goods, LOL!) We went to Target, no luck; ShopKo, no luck; and then out of desperation we were going to go to WalMart (which I have no beef with, just I HATE going there on a weekend afternoon!), but then I remembered there is also this nifty forgotten place called K-Mart. We went to K-Mart and scored a cheap set of night stands that work perfectly in the corners by the bed! Phew!

Saturday night we were going to go to a party at Duffy's Hanger (a bar by the airport), but when we got there it was so overwhelmingly packed and NO parking left in like a two block radius. We figured we were dressed and amped up to do something so we headed out to Your Break (a bar with pool tables and other games) in Silverton (aka the Tron) and played some pool. It had been a good two plus years since we had played pool, and we were both a little rusty. Collin had a couple beers and I had a couple sodas (I didn't feel like drinking since I would need to drive back to Salem), and had a great time. We left just before midnight and decided we wanted pumpkin pie (I had been craving it since one of our friends had posted about pumpkin pie on Facebook) and I wanted a new sweatshirt. So, we went to the only place one can go for sweatshirts and pumpkin pie in the middle of the night: WAL-MART! I got a super warm, soft, 'n' cuddly gray pullover hoody and Collin got a navy blue one, and then we picked up a pumpkin pie and went home. We each had a slice and then went to bed... It was about 1:30ish...

Sunday morning came, we had breakfast, then we did some dinner prep for last night's and tonight's dinner. After that was done and we had cleaned up we went to SPIRIT the Halloween shop that pops up this time of year to get some new decorations. We got some awesome stuff and after we decorate next weekend there will be pictures. We watched a movie and went for a bike ride at the park, and then spent the rest of the day relaxing.

It was a great weekend. Who knows what next weekend will have in store for us.... I kind of do, because we need to do our "monthly" grocery shopping, and I want to put up all the Halloween stuff (I heart my husband's birthday!!!), and Friday night I am having my co-workers over maybe... But who knows what other antics will arise!

The Outdoor Misadventures of Him and I: Part 1

Two weeks ago we went to the park for our typical evening bike ride. When we got to Minto Brown and unloaded the bikes I made a shocking discovery. My back tire (on my bike, not the truck!) was flat! *epic sad face*

We decided to load the bikes back up and go for a walk instead. We decided to walk down to the river's edge, and once there we decided to take a trail that we had seen on the map, but had never explored (I figured it would be good since it was a soft surface trail). Mind you, it was after six, and cloudy to boot.  As we plodded along we were expecting to come across a clearing that would loop us right back to the parking lot... We kept trudging on and on but never finding the expected clearing and it was steadily getting dimmer. At one point we reached an opening in the trees and brush where some power-lines ran perpendicular to the path and out across a field. Both of us looked out across the field and it hit us... We had no effing clue where we were in the park!

Well, we sort of knew, but it was unknown to us. We kept walking through the trees and Collin was beginning to think we had walked through a wormhole and ended up in WWI Germany... Thankfully we finally found this unexpected visitor info center outpost thingy, but there was no map... At first glance. We managed to find a "map" of sorts and figured out where the hell we were, which was a lot farther than we had expected to go. To get back to the truck we had to go past a compost/old landfill that smelled horrid and then walk on pavement through the woods as it was getting ever darker and darker.

To add to the terror of the darkening parks (we have met some crazies on the paths in the park in broad daylight so dusk/dark was cah-reepy!) my poor pinkie toe on the right foot was rubbing just wrong against my sock and shoe...

I started repeating the mantra in my head, "Just make it back to the truck... Just make it back to the truck... I will not miss the season premiere of Grey's Anatomy because of this!!!"  

We made it back to the truck unscathed (apart from my raw pinkie toe) and it was only 7:20.... Thank god the dinner that night was straight forward and easy.

This is just one of our many (mis)adventures at Minto Brown... There are more to share, and I am sure more to experience! 

I Have Never Enjoyed Juggling...

Too much.... Way too much going on all at once... I know the picture blogging was an epic fail. It figured that after deciding I was going to do that I would have things to blog about that weren't easily conveyed through pictures...

A big piece of news is that I have had an epiphany with regards to my job and the future of my career. (I kind of already knew this but...) I deserve much better than the place I am at, and there is no reason I can't achieve better. I have begun looking for better opportunities. If I find something soon, it would be awesome. I am tired, ALL THE TIME. This place has become such a drain on me mentally, physically, and emotionally. I believe the technical term would be depression.

I recently read an article that talked about "Six Signs It's Time To Find A Better Job," and one of the signs alarmingly applied to me: "If you frequently have nightmares about your job/workplace." Well, thats me and my job in a nutshell.

Oh, and for the first time ever I terminated an employee. It was difficult and regardless of the situation it is something  I don't think anyone would ever want to do.

In other news, Collin is doing well at his assignment in Portland, but we still have no definites about how long, or if it will become permanent.

It is just one of the many things that are constantly on my mind. I like consistancy and not knowing how long his position will last is unnerving, especially when coupled with me wanting to change jobs. But, I never did see myself as someone who would have everything come to me easily. I know all will work out as it should, when it should.

This last weekend was awesome. Collin and I had a great time on Saturday. We went to a Winterhawks game at the Rose Garden, and just had a blast. They lost, but it was still a great game. Went to a shoot out, so it wasn't like they got stomped on in the first period or something.

Hurry up and wait. I am tired of that. I feel like everything is on hold while waiting for certain things to fall into place, and I am tired of it. I am retaking control of my future.

Ugh, I don't like going through temp agencies for work if I can avoid it. One of the biggest difficulties I will have in this process is scheduling interviews and such. I NEVER miss work, or take time off.... For anything... So how will I go about this without raising the alarm to the owners of my company? I guess I will figure it out...

I am sure there will be happier posts to come.

I Don't Want To Die Out Here!

Ask yourself: "Do I really want to know?"

Isn't this how all the cool kids wear their hair these days?

SEXY!

Better than I'd expected.... Especially since this:

It looked very similar to vomit before it was baked....

After baking, looks better.

TINY PENCIL

Brownies

Waiting on the train after a WONDERFUL bike ride!

I love it when the clouds have that undulating appearance akin to ocean waves.

EPIC!

MONSTER ZUCCHINI!! = SEVEN batches of zucchini bread.

Just chilling.....

UNTIL THE DADDY ATTACKED!!!

It was not this foggy a moment ago...

My baby likes playing with plastic bags! She thinks they're space helmets!

Okay, seriously I would NEVER let my children play with plastic bags... They're not eco-friendly. Sheesh...

Title elaboration to come in the future!

If You Get It On Your Feet You'll Get It On Your Pecker

So sayeth the Domaricktricks.

I am upgraded!!!

AHHH! NEW JERSEY!!

I like the reflection.

Fall is in the air!

I love my niece(s)!

Yay... Chuckie Cheese's...

Yay...

And what a big talent it is! ;-)

My Underpants Are Bright Orange

Saying Everything With Intensity

I don't know how it happens that life seems to be flying by at an impossible pace. Every time I blink and it's like I haven't posted on here in ages...

What's new you ask? Not much really. Collin is loving the contract position in Portland. He even found a great monthly parking garage that is right behind the building he works in. He is getting along with all his co-workers so splendidly that they even invited him out for drinks the other week (I think he had been there all of a week and a half before the happy hour invite!). We hope that the position becomes permanent, but are assuming otherwise for the time being. We do know it is a three month contract so hypothetically he will at least be working until mid-November.

Work is the same as always, but I am trying something new. Instead of always being so upset and frustrated I am working to find ways to fix what ever it is that is making me so unhappy. Rather than constantly be so stress and depressed at work I will make it more tolerable. I am not letting annoying people get to me all the time anymore, and when one of the bosses is "being dumb" I will give them my knowledgeable opinion and they can do what they will with it. I know in my heart that I will not be there forever and that I will find a career that uses all my wonderful talents and work for people who will genuinely appreciate my efforts and my pay and benefits will be reflective of that. Until then, I am going to enjoy my job and all the liberties I have in this office to the best of my ability. 

Fall is quickly approaching. The nights are cooler as are the days. I wonder what happened to summer, and if we will have an early winter or maybe get an extension of warm weather in October. Most schools are starting this week, luckily I know how to avoid all of the eight million school zones around where we live.

Fall also tends to be the "Birthday Season" for me and my family. It also trickles on into winter. I have a plethora of birthdays this month and in October (including Collin's on Halloween). A ton of my friends have birthdays coming up as do my two nieces and one nephew, and my sister in law, father in law, and god only knows who else! Thank goodness for Facebook's Birthday reminders!

Collin and I have taken to riding our bikes more. I wish I could ride mine to work everyday, but sadly between my intermittent responsibilities at work (picking up the mail, taking the daily deposit, picking up accounts, etc.) and "car-pooling" with Renee I am lucky if I can ride to work one day a week. To make up for it Collin and I have been going to Minto Brown Island Park and doing a four mile figure-eight around the park a few days each week.

In other "healthy lifestyle" news, we are also attempting to cut soda out again. We are now taking Propel or ICE (fruit flavored sparkling water by Talking Rain; ZERO calories!!) with us to our respective workplaces for lunch. We'll see how long we can last before we break. I am hoping that the sparkling fruit water stuff will kind of help with the craving of soda, but we'll see. As long as I get my caffeine from coffee I think I will live. And by coffee I don't mean some uber fattening, calorie packed triple shot concoction (as much as I love them!! And I will indulge on them occasionally...) I mean my two cups of coffee in the morning with a little sugar and some creamer.

I am thinking of trying something new since I feel I don't have enough time to type up a lengthy post every time I want to share something. For the next month (so from today until October 6th) instead of typing my posts they are only going to consist of pictures taken by me from my cell phone. If it's something I can't snap a picture of I will doodle it out and then snap a picture of the doodle. This should be fun. After all, a picture is worth a thousand words, right? Haha! This should be interesting. If I absolutely feel it necessary I will type a few sentences but other wise this may be the last blog I type at all for the next month at least! Might as well make use of my camera phone.

Now I am going to go play some Little Big Planet with my husband and enjoy the last of my three day weekend!! Good bye summer! (Fall is my favorite season anyways!!! ... and yes I realize fall doesn't officially start until the 23rd I believe, but tell that to Wal-Mart. I guarantee if you go to Wal-Mart later today or tomorrow ALL the Halloween stuff will be out or will be getting put out!)

Home Again, Home Again

Jiggity jig.... LOL!

As you can see by the title, we are home from our four blissful days in Waldport. We stayed in a cozy little cabin on the cliffs just south of Waldport proper. The views were amazing when it wasn't completely socked in with fog. I really didn't mind the fog though. We were thankful to be out of the valley for this last little heat wave. I guess on Saturday it was 101 degrees here.

The original plan was we were going to be at the cabin Sunday through today, but things changed. It always amazes me how quickly my life goes from great but a little stressful to fantastically awesome (and I proceed to check corners for the backlash) and vice versa. When I last posted (around mid-morning Friday) my husband was not employed (to my knowledge), and by two that afternoon my husband was gainfully employed with what we hope will be an awesome tech place in Portland making more than he did at his last job. What a spectacular way to begin my vacation!! The only downside being that they wanted him to start today, which in turns mean I spend a chunk of my vacation alone. Hmmm.... Unemployed husband with me for entire vacation, or money-making husband who only gets to spend six of nine days off with me? You guess which I would prefer....

The new job is essentially what he was last doing with Hollywood, but from the sounds of it way easier (I think). AND (this part really excites me, almost more than the paycheck) hopefully he will get weekends off with me!!! We aren't 100% certain about all the details of the job because it is a contract to hire position. (this could be because he is my husband but...) I don't see how he could not get hired on permanently.... He is just that awesome.

With that amazing news, I knew my vacation was going to rock! We just had to scramble a little to get all of our stuff packed and ready to go a day early. We got the truck loaded and left Salem around nine Saturday morning. We went south to Corvallis and stopped in to visit my brother (who is now a wild land firefighter for a private company). It was good to see him and catch up with him a little. We went to a little bar/restaurant he likes nears his house, and then walked over to the Book Bin (in ninety degree weather!) to pick up some books. We took Joshua back to his house and then beat feet for the coast. It was insane that just before noon and it was already in the mid-nineties. As we neared the coast, like within about ten miles of being there the temperature plummeted to the mid sixties. It felt awesome!

Sunday we went for a nice long walk on the beach and got some awesome pictures of some sandpipers, the Alsea Bay bridge, and the beach itself. We spent a good chunk of the day reading and talking. Late afternoon we were feeling a little restless and opted to go for a drive. (Shockingly, even though I grew up on the coast I had never been south of Waldport) We went down to Florence and stopped at A & W and then went and saw Inception at the Florence Cinemas. The movie was great. The theater left something to be desired. First, the bathroom was like something horror movies are made of. It was clean, but over half the lights were out (Cah-reepy!!). Then there was the auditorium we were in. Maybe it was just this one auditorium was shitty and we had ended up in it. But the seats were insanely uncomfortable. By the time we left the two and a half hour long movie my ass was asleep on one side and cramped on the other... Ridiculous... Plus, like in any coastal community, there was stupid crackhead drama. Before the movie started some chick was yelling at someone on her phone about how "They better hope the cops don't get called or they were going to take away her kid". Presumably this was a child other than the one she had brought to the theater with her and all of her crackhead guy friends... I don't know maybe I am just biased... But if it walks like a duck...

Sunday night was an adventure all in itself. We got to the cabin from the theater around eight-ish. We made dinner and read for a bit and then decided to go crash. At around 1:30am something woke me. I opened my eyes and saw light on the wall coming from outside and heard voices... I was barely cognizant and heard someone say something about how his mom knew he was going to be here and then another voice said they thought someone was inside. I started smacking Collin's arm to get him awake. I had recognized the voice and figured it would be best for Collin to deal with it. It was his younger cousin James, Carol's son. Carol had mentioned that he was planning on spending a night at the cabin but as far as we knew it was going to be like Thursday or Friday. WRONG! Turns out his key had broken off in the deadbolt and so he was going to go through the bedroom window (that we had left open a little for air and the sound of the ocean). Thirty seconds more and he would have come tumbling into the room where Collin and I were sleeping. Part of me, after realizing who was at the window, had wanted to scream, "AHHH!!! Aliens are trying to abduct us!!!" But I refrained. Collin offered the upstairs portion of the house to James and his three friends but James opted for them to sleep outside since they planned on being up a while longer drinking and such. They were on their way home to Olympia from San Francisco.

Monday morning we had plans to come up the coast to good ole LC for the day, so we let James know and left the sliding door to the deck unlocked so they could come in and use the bathroom and kitchen and what not. When we were in Lincoln City we went to the mall, and got some shoes. Collin needed a good pair for the new job and I happened to find a new pair of Vans to replace my four year old pair. Then we went to the park on Devil's Lake past the mall. We went and had coffee with my two favorite girls, Kristina and Emily! There was a wasp in the coffee shop that would not go outside, so that made the "atmosphere" a little tense, but it was great to see my girls! After coffee we picked up my sister's birthday cake and grabbed some lunch before heading out to my dad's. It was a great visit and then we headed back down to Waldport, picking up a pizza as we went through Newport. We finished out the day with pizza, beer (Mike's hard lemonade for me), and a movie.

Yesterday we got everything packed up and cleaned up the cabin. We also walked on the beach again and walked down to this ancient stump on the beach that I decided should be called "Das Stump". We spent a nice chunk of time reading some more, and were both able to admit that we were feeling a little homesick (we missed our little furry hellion). We started to head home around two. It was almost as though the onshore flow followed us home because it was only 81 by the time we got home at 4:30pm. Turns out the high here yesterday was 88 as of noon... Oh and as we pulled into our garage our crackhead neighbor was in it....

The background on this: The cottages we live in are old. The two back units (ours and the crackheads [I just call them this because of their behavior]) each have a garage attached the the back of them. Our circuit breaker box is located in the garage attached to our house, and the crackheads circuit breaker box is in our garage, which is attached to their house. Apparently, Monday afternoon the geniuses had lights on, their A/C unit running, and the chick decided to blow-dry her hair in the bedroom where the A/C is. All of this overloaded the circuit and tripped a breaker. They do not have access to our garage and since we were out of town they didn't have a way in. The maintenance dude with the spare keys was gone as well. In an act of desperation, since they didn't know when we would be back, the dude crackhead as guided by the landlord or something, had climbed into the attic area and found the access hatch into the garage, climbed down and flipped the breaker just as we came home. He told us it freaked him out when the garage door opened just as he flipped the tripped breaker back on.... I don't like them... They are drama and they do not mesh with the rest of the quiet peaceful tenants here. But, oh well. We will see how much longer they are here.

Collin started his new job today, and I have spent the day doing laundry and editing and uploading all the pictures from our trip. I might pick out a few to have actually printed. I might even do one or two as poster prints, we'll see. I am going to go work out here in a few minutes... While we were at the coast I was kind of lax on the healthy and mindful eating and exercising. You only live once though right? And it's not like I veered so freakishly off track.

Ick... Four days until I have to go back to work. Maybe tomorrow I will go visit my mom, if she's around.

AHA! I Am Not The Only Slacking Blogger!

Time seems to just be getting away from me. Sheesh, it has been almost a month since my last post. There really hasn't been anything to terribly exciting to share. Work is still work (said in utterly depressed tone of voice), and home life is still awesome! I love having my hubby home on the weekends!

One fun and exciting thing to share is that I am finally taking some time off from work! The entire next week to be exact. There should be some fun and exciting adventures arising there.

I am thinking of talking to the powers that be about "upgrading" my title here at the office... I am thinking I would like to be referred to as the "All Knowing Office Goddess".... Okay, no. Seriously I am thinking I should be considered Office Coordinator at this point since I do just about everything here.

In a week and one day, Collin and I will be celebrating our fifth anniversary. It's weird to think how time has flown and that we have been married that long. At the same time (and I mean this in a good way) it feels like we have been together forever.

Sadly, I really don't have much to post... Just letting you know I didn't fall off the face of the planet. Just been busy and tired.

Oh, here is one fun little factoid:

I never thought I would EVER be able to say this, last week two employees (I wasn't here when it happened but I had to help with the disciplinary actions) engaged in physical combat, in the hallway, during work hours, with pens... I was utterly disgusted when I heard about this. Combat may be an excessive term to use, but it was just insane. Two middle aged people, fighting AT WORK with pens... Pathetic. And no, neither party was fired but they were both put on notice.

Now I am going to go get the mail... Yay for time killing activities...

Is it 4:40 yet? (that's when my vacation officially begins!)

Peace out bitches.

Exhausted

I am.

Last night Collin and I decided to watch the new episode of Futurama at 10pm, typically not a problem since we generally don't get to bed until 10:30 or 11:00. This was not the case last night. I was just dead tired so I stretched out on the couch and proceeded to sleep through the whole episode. Next thing I know the TV is off and Collin is telling me it's time to go to bed... Like a zombie I shambled through the house, and I was out as soon as I crawled into bed.

I think it's work. I have just become so burnt out here. I am taking some vacation time next month. If I can swing it with the bosses I am going to take the week of our anniversary off. Then I would still have another three days I can maybe use in September.... We'll see.

Today, I am working with the new person we hired. The bosses want to figure out what the obstacle is that is preventing him from getting some money in. I think he just needs more time to get comfortable, they are more for the instant gratification when we hire a new collector. It's frustrating and excruciatingly boring for me to have to sit here and listen in on his calls.... I am not fan of this.

I hate to critique someone and put pressure on them in too negative a way because it can lead them to questioning their abilities, and I don't want that. What I don't mind doing is giving positive feedback, and sharing the tips and tricks I have learned for dealing with people when you're in this industry.

Collin is spending the day out at his parent's. His mom's medical issues are getting worse and she is not trying to take care of herself. (NOTE: as I was typing this Collin called me at work regarding this exact thing, we'll get into that in a moment...) She has had several instances in the last year where she has essentially died, and Mike (my father in law) has found her as such when he's come home from work. Obviously this is really REALLY not good. The ambulance/paramedics generally have to come out to the house almost every week to help revive her or restabilize her blood sugar. I don't think there has been one month out of the last twelve that she did not end up needing paramedics or a trip to the hospital. She keeps mixing up or overtaking her meds, she likes to blame her doctors for everything, she doesn't eat a healthy diet (and her diet is exceptionally UNhealthy for a diabetic!), some times she doesn't even eat at all, and, honestly, I think she wants to die.

Let's give you all a timeline here for the last couple days....

Wednesday: Collin started calling his parents house while he was on his way out there to give them our "car payment," she wasn't answering. Finally, when he was about a mile from their house she answered and sounded extremely groggy and woozy. When he got there he checked her blood sugar (another thing she should be doing but doesn't) and it was extremely low. After a couple hours he was able to get it somewhat leveled out and stable and came home. He let his dad know about the incident when his dad happened to call the house (he too had been trying to reach her). Oh, and did I mention, apparently the reason she wasn't answering the phone was because she passed out while trying to get some food out of the fridge. Collin found that out when one of the dogs was trying to get at the food in the fridge (it was still open).

Thursday: Collin's aunt Carol spent from 10:00am until about 3-3:30pm with her and made sure that she ate and that her blood sugar was okay. Dad got home from work about an hour and a half to two hours after Carol left, and mom was crashing. Dad called the house last night (something he never does unless something is going on) and talked to Collin for about twenty minutes. We are supposed to get together with him, aunt Carol, and Misty on Sunday out in Silverton to discuss mom, her issues, and what needs to be done for her care. Collin also agreed to go out to their house again today and keep an eye on mom until a little bit before dad gets home.

Today: Collin arrived at their house this morning at 10:00am. When he walked in he found his mom passed out and basically not moving... At all. When he touched her her skin was cold and clammy, and I can only imagine that his heart dropped to his feet. He felt for a pulse, and thankfully found one. He checked her blood sugar and it was registering 25 on her meter. He tried to wake her up to give her some glucose but she was unresponsive and wouldn't open her mouth, so he had no choice but to call 911. When the paramedics arrived they tested her blood sugar and it registered a 3... One of the paramedics had apparently been there two or three times already this week and had informed mom and dad if he had to come out again he would take mom to the hospital. And so he did. Collin called me at work while I was typing the first part of this post and then had to then call his dad at work and let him know what had happened and that mom was being taken to the hospital. Dad was so upset with mom. Essentially she couldn't even be left alone for two hours.

At this point the only next step in taking care of her is to get a daytime nurse for when dad is at work, or to put her in a home. She is only 58, she'll be 59 on the 31st. Dad can't do it alone, and as heartless as this may sound, it shouldn't be Collin's responsibility to take care of her, I won't let it be. He needs to get a job, and he does not have the training to take care of his mom with how advanced her medical issues have become. It's not just her diabetes, but also her dementia which seems to have accelerated.

So yes, Alicia is insanely tired and she is ready to go home and have the weekend off. But first she needs to make it through three more hours of work...

sigh

If there's typos I'm sorry, deal with it. You meant what I knew.

Well, Sweet Jesus It's Been Almost A Month

Criminy... Time has just been slipping through my fingers like sand through a sieve....

I can't believe we are halfway through July already...

Work has been busy, home has been busy, I guess that might have something to do with the fact that life in general is just one busy mess...

I think I will probably start posting more again since I have my partner in crime back on the weekends now... God knows the crazy capers we get into. Our discussions are of the things that get people committed to the state hospital.

Last night we discussed how someday we would like to own a vacation home at the coast, but we would not want it right on the beach because of storms and tsunami potential. An ocean view would be nice. Then Collin made the comment that he would want a fence topped with razor wire around the front, and I agreed. Turns out we both had entirely different reasons for liking the fence idea. He figured it would be good to keep people from running through our property in the event of a tsunami. I thought it would be great to have to ward off an army of zombies that would come up out of the ocean from China. Both are rather practical uses for the fence I think...

Collin's last day at work was last Friday, the 9th. We made a deal, because I don't want to stress about it, or nag him about it (and because I am superstitious and don't want to jinx anything), I am not going to ask the who, what, when, where stuff about his job hunting. All I ask of him is that he tells me if he has an interview (I don't want to know where or even if it's a first or second interview). Also, when he does land another job (which I know he will because he is awesome) I requested he send me flowers at work, and on the card I want it to say the company, the location, the wage, and the hours. Basically until I get the flowers, I am letting it go and trusting in my husband.

That may sound slightly crazy to some, but I have to do it this way. In the last couple months I have really finally started to get my psoraiasis to calm down, and my skin is clearing up beautifully. I don't want it to ever get as bad as it has been the last eighteen months; not only does it make me feel gross and ugly, but the pain and itching is unbearable. I think I have found a balance that will keep it at bay from now on, I just need to make sure I manage my stress properly.

Today is slated to be another gorgeous summer day, a little toasty but I'll take it considering how long it took for summer to finally get here. (And also considering how quickly it will be Fall/Winter again) It has most certainly been an odd weather year, but this is Oregon and that's just how we roll. I just wish I wasn't working today so that I could actually enjoy the weather. Oh well...

*yawn* (wow I really am tired I almost typed yam there...) I guess I should get back to toiling away at work... I wish Renee was here, but she's gone until Wednesday (it's Thursday for those of you on drugs). She is (well she will be) in Fresno because her hubby's mom passed on Tuesday. Sucky.

I Keep Looking Up...

That way I don't see the shit I am wading through...

Okay, seriously though, things are okay. Spaz is 100% A-Okay, it's sunny out today, and I might finally take the truck to get a bath this weekend.

I have been holding off because everytime I think I will go do it rain pops up in the seven day forecast, and in my eyes makes the carwash a waste of money. We'll see what the forecast looks like Friday night/Saturday morning.

I haven't posted much on here this month. I think it is my way of being in denial. You know, kind of ignore the passage of time and the fact that June seems to have disintegrated before my very eyes... Collin's last day at work is two weeks from this Friday. Regardless of how much I tell myself, "We have a plan and we will be perfectly fine!" There is still a tiny, obnoxious, nagging voice in the deep dark recesses of my brain saying, "It is not okay, it will not be okay, and you're screwed." I hate the pessimist in me... Overall, I really am not that terribly worried. Collin is a genius and I know he will find something.

We have started playing the Wii again (for a while we were dazzled and enamored by the PS3), and started making up our own little challenges on Wii Sports Resort. We have played Table Tennis with our eyes closed, and have a blast seeing who can get the lowest score in 100-Pin bowling (which is a heck of a lot harder than you would think!). It's a good way to spend our evenings now that all of our shows are on their annual summer hiatus. The only thing we really have on right now is Hell's Kitchen.

Work is a nasty four letter word, and I sincerely hope that the changes we will be undergoing next month will make a drastic improvement in the long run (I know better than to expect instant gratification with anything new).

I need to figure out what to do with my vacation time (and no they won't cut me a check for the value of the pay). I have a week and three days of vacation time. Typically, I would take the week of our anniversary off, but this year is different. Firstly, if (hopefully) Collin is working he won't have the time to take with me, and after the last year of not having time off together I really don't need a week of vacation spent ALONE. Then there is the flip side; if Collin is not working, he will be home but we won't have any money to do anything really. So it all boils down to, what's the effing point!?! I don't know, I just know I do need the time away from this place....

Looking outside, there are a bunch of high clouds that are making it hazy. I hate that, because then it being a little warm begins to feel muggy and thick and oppressive... And as I look at the sky, I can see that there's a whole bunch of blue sky just to the west of the office... Figures. There always seems to be an oppressive haze hanging over this place. Haha... Couldn't help but be a little melodramatic there.

OH-A-MY-A-GOD!!! I AM SURROUNDED BY IDIOTS! Okay, not really surrounded, but do you ever feel that way? What's even worse is that it is one person who is causing all this headache and frustration... I call this person FurPits... And sadly, that is all I can say on the topic without going all crazy and shit...

I am bored with work... For the first time in the last year, I am 100% current and caught up with all my normal day-to-day tasks. There is a bunch of other things I could be working on and will hopefully be getting to this week, but I am enjoying being caught up. At the same time, it makes my days unbearably long. I can only straighten up my desks (yes I am that important that I have two =D ) so many times. OoOoOo, one project I can work on this week (tomorrow), is reorganizing one of the filing cabinets and make new labels!!! YAY!!! No, really, I am excited about this, I have been putting it off for WAY too long. And then, maybe next month I can reorganize the "document room" that houses all our back up paperwork....

Woah, I was getting a little too excited there. Need to simmer down now.

Now to go and try very VERY hard not to kill any of my employees.

Bouncing Back

Okay, so I had to re-read my last post to pick up where I left off after the last one. Now, back to where we were when we last visited my life....

The test results came back late afternoon on Tuesday, and other than some slight elevations in her liver enzymes (which could be due to the no eating, all vomiting) everything looked normal.

The next step from this (since she was still sick and not eating AND vomiting every few hours) was to take her in for X-rays in case there was a blockage that couldn't be felt with the normal abdominal exam.

Spaz went in for X-rays Thursday morning. The doctor didn't see anything that appeared to be causing a blockage but they still needed to send the films out to a radiologist for closer inspection. While she was there the doctor also gave her a shot of some strong antibiotics; in case she had something that was in fact viral or bacterial but not causing her to have symptoms other than the vomiting. Yet again we were being forced to wait for results.

Surprisingly (and thankfully), Thursday evening we began to see some slight improvements in the little monster. She began bathing herself again; although hesitantly at first.

From the time Collin got her home from the vet on Thursday (around 1:30pm) to noon on Friday she only vomited three times. Thus far since Friday morning (over twenty four hours ago!!!!) she has not vomited at all!!

Last night, (and I know this is pathetic, but this next bit brought me to tears) for the first time since Monday morning, my baby was able to eat. AND there was no vomiting afterward! She has also been eating throughout the day today. The next thing we are waiting to see from her is a BM, then we will know all systems are go!

We do have another appointment set up for her on Wednesday, but after I talk to the vet on Monday we will see if he still suggests going through with it. I think we will just to be safe. Although she is doing so much better, and the radiologist's report came back showing no apparent blockages or foreign bodies, the radiologist did note a suspected mass near her kidney. It could be one of a plethora of various things, or it could be nothing. Wednesday's appointment is for an ultrasound, and if there is anything suspicious they will do a biopsy as well. I would love not to put her through another vet visit (and also save me some money by not having to pay another chunk to the vet), but I am concerned that if we ignore the potential mass in her abdomen it could cause worse problems down the road. I guess we will have to yet again wait and see.

All I know is, after this, I have a whole new respect for any mommy who has (or had) a sick child, especially young to the point they can't tell you what's wrong. This whole ordeal has been nerve-racking, stress filled, and unbearable. The looks she'd give me when she was actually awake, and not vomiting just broke my heart. The looks screamed, "Mommy, I don't feel good" or "Mommy, it hurts." or "Mommy, I'm so tired." I think this was one of the most difficult things I have ever had to deal with. It definitely ranked in the top ten.

Hopefully it is all done now.

Dinner is done, and my husband is home, and my cat is eating and purring... Life is good.

Vomiting All Over The Living Room

And yes it is as gross as it sounds.

Overall, this weekend was pretty freaking awesome; I got to see Kristina and Emily, visited my sister and the kids, and best of all I had all three days off with my husband. There was just one little issue that made last night and the first part of today terrifying.

It stemmed from Saturday night when, with a surprising warning cry from an otherwise silent cat, Spaz threw up. I had never heard my cat make a noise like that, and there is no other way to describe it than a cry. After that little episode normal cat functions resumed.

Then we get to Sunday, where there was a couple more crying/vomiting episodes throughout the course of the day, and mommy (meaning me) began to get a wee bit concerned.

Monday came and as the day progressed so did Spaz's symptoms. She became lethargic, and didn't even touch her food. The vomiting continued and started to be a little more frequently, and all that was coming up was fluid (I know this is gross, but like when you just puke stomach acid, that's what it looked like). As night time approached we decided this was something serious, and depending on how the night went we would be contacting the vet in the morning.

Disgustingly and sadly, we found that she had thrown up at least another four to six times over the course of us sleeping (from 11:30 pm to 5:30am). Thankfully, other than two spots, she only threw up on washable things (i.e. a blanket, and the rug in the kitchen, and the kitchen floor). And after we got up she threw up one more time in her litterbox. Since she still wasn't interested in her food, and other than the vomiting she wasn't really active, we decided to call the vet and see if we should bring her in. I kind of already knew the answer would be yes; all of her symptoms could be due to serious issues, especially given her otherwise perfect health history.

Collin took her in and they gave her IV fluids and some medicine to help with the vomiting. They checked her abdomen and didn't feel any obstructions. They think she may have just gotten something that is working its way through her system. The vet gave Collin some meds to give her and also some lean, bland food to start her on when she is ready to eat. They also trimmed her claws (the bitch has razor sharp needles for claws) for their safety, as much as ours for when we get to try and give her the medicine (pill form! Yay!). The vet also took some blood and as of right now we are still waiting on the test results, but as far as he could tell from the exam she should bounce back in the next day or so. Should she get worse we will have to take her back in and they will have to Xray her to see if there is in fact a blockage in her digestive system that he wasn't able to feel with the exam. My fingers are crossed that her system will correct itself and the test results will all come back fine.

All that cost us $400.00, but can you really put a price on something like this? No. We can't afford it, especially not right now, but I will tell you this, I would have maxed out my credit card and then some if it would make my baby feel better. For the time being she is my only child, and I would do anything to keep her happy and healthy. Including the fact that the vet suggested she go on a lean diet because she is a little heavy for her tiny frame (but this has nothing to do with the issue we are dealing with).

As of right now, 2:30pm, Spaz has only vomited once since around 6:00am. I am hoping this is a good sign. I will keep you all posted.

And for anyone reading this, thinking to themselves "Sheesh, it's just a cat... It's not like a real kid or something... blah blah blah..." I have had this cat since she was six weeks old, she has been my baby for six years, and as I mentioned she is my only "child" as of right now. If you don't care, so be it, but don't expect me to give a shit when your kid is crying and vomiting all over your house and you're freaking out and sharing all this nasty stuff with the world. Okay, that sounded kind of cold, but I know any mommies reading this understand the bond formed between mother and child, even if it is a furry child. You don't have to have a human child to be a mommy. Okay, now I am going off on this crazy tangent... I think I should get back to work...

When It Rains It Doesn't Always Pour...

Sometimes it is just a miserable, depressing drizzle. That's what May has been like... Really it's been that way since the thirtieth of April. That's when we found out Collin would be losing his job, permanently. Then a week later we found out the definite date in which he'd be losing his job. It has been rather stressful, and as much as I try to avoid the stress it's there. It also doesn't help that this last month at work has been almost beyond Hell. It's not that I expect anything to be easy, because that's not the way life is, I just wish the peaceful periods were a little bit longer. Much like the weather here these last couple weeks, it seems to be dark, gloomy, nasty and raining much more than it is sunny and gorgeous. Makes me remember to not take those sunny days for granted.

My hair is driving me mad. I don't know what I am going to do about it. My hair chick is now in Ohio, and I am full of trepidation at the thought of trying to find another person to do my hair and do it well. She set the bar high, and I miss her terribly (not just for my hair's sake either).

Today I had planned on bouncing over to the coast to surprise Kristina with birthday wishes, but that train of good intentions got violently derailed Friday night. I had finished getting dinner ready to go in the oven (homemade supreme pizza with turkey pepperoni, red and green bell peppers, onions, olives, and cheese!) and I heard my phone beep. I assumed it was Collin texting me to let me know he was leaving work. Turns out he had already done that a few minutes before, and he was texting me to let me know the effing car wouldn't start.... Even after one of his work pals gave him a jump it wouldn't start. So he needed me to come pick him up. I brought the voltmeter with me along with all the other tools I knew came from his car, and we checked the battery when I got there. The battery was fine. I had him try starting it while I was there (I am one of those audio/visual people when it comes to some things), and our best guess was it was the starter. We came home and began trying to find a starter for the car. Our best bet was AutoZone and they couldn't get one until Tuesday. Cart before horse, we still needed to make sure that it was in fact the starter that was giving us problems. So we got up at the ass crack of dawn (which sucked all the more for me because I was really looking forward to sleeping in Saturday) and headed up to Wilsonville so we could pull the starter and take it to the nearest AutoZone in Newberg, still leaving time to get Collin back in time for work. AutoZone tested the starter and while electrically-speaking it tested good, the guy could see clearly that it wasn't spinning at all because the bearing had seized (flash back to January when we were having the other issues with the Toyota and we had the starter tested and the guy had warned us that the bearing was going out). It was one of those moments when I was ecstatic that a part was bad in my car. It's much easier to deal with when you know what's wrong with a vehicle.

After that I dropped Collin off for work and went about taking care of things that needed to be handled and then went and got Collin from work at seven. Today he started a new schedule and he just took the truck to work (obviously leaving me without a vehicle; his car is dead at work), as he will again tomorrow. His new schedule (probably for the remainder of his days with the company) is back to four tens Friday thru Monday. Tomorrow the forecast says it should be dry, and I pray that it's right since I will be riding my bike to work. My teleporting skills are a wee bit dodgy still... My luck and I would end up in the jungles of Brazil...

Tuesday Collin is off, so he can ride with me (and Renee) to work, and then take the truck. The part will be in on that day. Due to this I canceled my appointment to get more fillings done and rescheduled for the 1st. This way, after work, we can go up to Wilsonville and put the starter in and (since Collin can't drive both cars at once) we can each drive our respective cars home.

Yay! Oh, to be an adult...

This next week should be a ball at work. Last week of an extremely short month. I am so excited for my upcoming three day weekend (thank you Memorial Day!), especially since Collin will be off the entire weekend with me! Saturday or Sunday we are going to the coast to visit the family. Hopefully we will be popping into town to see Kristina too!

I need to start posting on here again more regularly; it's a good outlet for my stress, and I know my faithful readers have missed me! Just be warned that the next couple months they may get sort of weird; stress does that to me.... OooOooOoo, sunshine! And in the time it took me to type that it went away... Sad, but so very Oregon.

XOXO,
Gossip Girl

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Oops. Wrong blog... Tehehe! (Made you smile and/or laugh!)

200th Post: Double The Epic-ness of 100

First, HAPPY 25TH BIRTHDAY TO MY BEST AND DEAREST FRIEND, KRISTINA! I love you, and wish you a spectacularly awesome everything!

Second, I am attempting to publish a word on in the Urban Dictionary; titty pits. There are similar terms in there, but not this one. Here is the definition I submitted to them:

Titty Pits

 

Refers to the crevice located beneath moobs where sweat and dead skin cells create a playground for bacteria, and can create body odor unlike any armpit.

 

"What's that smell? Are you wearing deodorant at all?"
"Yes, I am... *sniff sniff* Oh, it's my titty pits."

 

by LiLi Shmet on May 23, 2010  
tags: tit pit, tit pits, pits, smoobs, chesticles

After it is approved and posted I will post a link and everyone can go on there and give it a thumbs up!

Now I am going to go work on dinner prep for the week ahead but I will post another later to share the awesomeness that has been the last couple days. Hugs and stuff.