Pleased to announce…

26 06 2008

That I am down to one job.  It pays well and the benefits are fantastic.  I feel that a huge burden has been lifted.  The outcome is not the one that I would have imagined, yet it is where I need to be for now.  I will be working less and making more.  Oh yeah, and I will be able to walk to work.  It is just win-win all around.  Yipee!!!  Time to celebrate!

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Just a thought…

25 06 2008

Why is it that every time I click on the “tools” icon on my taskbar, I expect to see a list of ex-boyfriends?





Big News

19 06 2008

Yesterday, my youngest sister got a letter from my dad.  He wrote that his case is going to the Supreme Court of the certain state.  Initially, I was very excited.  He has been appealing his case for years and I believe that it is a strong one.  I miss him and think how much fun his grand kids will have getting to know him if he gets out.  I just really miss him

Then I worry about him getting back in the bad crowd he was in before.    I know it will be a while before anything is resolved and I am just trying to wrap my head around this whole idea and figure out how I feel about it.





Reward

13 06 2008

So, since I have improved my financial standing and am making better choices, I am going to buy myself this.

What do you think?





Totally Dorking Out

13 06 2008

That should be no surprise to anyone who knows me.  Or who reads this.  All 1.5 of you.

Anyway, I have been keeping an eye on how much I am spending on stuff.  Not really altering spending behavior, just assessing it.  One obvious money suckage is gas.  I am proud to say that I filled up today and calculated my MPG and the number is 28.74 MPG.  Not too shabby.

Let me further explain the stats of my little car-1998 Ford Contour.  I have owned it for about 4.5 years and it has been paid off for 2.5 years.  I have less than 100,000 miles on it and have only had one major repair, the front end went out costing about $700.  I am just so proud of this investment and how well it has fared for me.  Another bonus is I only fill up with gas twice a month.  I am driving much less this summer and I am hoping to make it on one tank a month.  Awesome!

I paid off my only credit card yesterday and have one outstanding bill that I will have paid off by the end of the summer.  Sweet!

All of this is very good news to someone who has made some very bad choices, financial and otherwise.  I am proud until I think of how old I am and how I should have gotten it together along time ago. 

Regardless….yea me!  Really it is God.  Yea, God!

Side note:The next person round my age up to FORTY will get a boot to the head.  For the love of God and all that is holy, why would one ADD FIVE YEARS to a woman’s age.  EVER and especially when these persons know how old I am.  Please, please, PLEASE let me work through this decade before I start even thinking about the next.

 





WOW. I’ve never had anyone else poop my pants.

9 06 2008

Also, I have no memory of ME pooping my pants.  You know…for the record.

On to my story.  Today my sister, my friend and I took all the kids to see Kung Foo Panda.  I held my sweet baby niece most of the time.  She is 7 weeks old and is such a doll.  I am wearing a long, billowy shirt.  I am holding the baby after she eats and I notice a minor explosion in her pants.  Then I do what any good aunt does and I hand her off to her mom.  I am sitting there and start to notice that my pants and shirt feel wet against my skin.  Then…oh lord….I touch my shirt.  Squish.  It was totally gross.  And I notice the front of my pants also are wet and gross.  I then go to the restroom where my sister is changing the baby. 

“Your daughter shit on me.”  And then I show her my shirt.  It is a pattern shirt with a “new” mustard yellow color added for fun.  It didn’t smell too bad, really.  And the baby is so cute that I can’t be mad.

I am making my sister buy me lunch, though.  It is the least she can do.





What it is.

7 06 2008

Funny thing.  For a couple of years, I have not felt confident in myself, nor have I felt that I was attractive.  To anyone, let alone men.  All I hear (or let myself hear) is how men want skinny women and perfect women.  It is everywhere-movies, magazines, on the street.  I am not skinny.  Nor am I perfect.  Not. Even. Close.  Certainly, though, I ought to be good enough for someone.  A man to whom I am mutually attracted.  Surely, that has to exist. 

Then, last week, I kept asking God to send that man, the one who finds me attractive.  Me and my body type and cellulite and all.  And I found him.  Or he found me.  And let me just tell you, not what I expected.  At all.  He is cute.  VERY CUTE.  With full sleeves on both arms.  The thing about tattoos?  I am usually repulsed by them and would not give a man with tattoos a second look.  Yet, on this fellow, I found I actually liked them.  We talked for awhile and he told me that he was 24.  Years.  Old.  I have not dated anyone more than a couple years younger than me.  If I wasn’t going to judge him for the tattoos, then I certainly wasn’t going to let age get in the way.  Besides, he is adorable.  We went out the next night.  Then I realized, fully, that he was not the sharpest tool in the shed.  A tool, yes.  Sharp.  Not even a little bit.  Then he shows me his myspace.  And, oh how tacky it is.  I won’t even go into it.  He shows me his ex-girlfriend.  And I see that his age is….twenty two.  And there were more lies that just age, which is quite significant.  I am glad that I have the proof of his myspace, or no one would believe this story.

I found that during our conversations, the most common response from him was a blank stare.  I do not claim to be super intelligent.  I am a college graduate and have a decent vocabulary.  I dumbed myself down for the ex and that is something I refuse to do again.  Also, I found myself being too maternal around him.  Maybe because is closer to my son’s age than to mine.  Ha. 

His IQ score was surpassed only by the number of tattoos on his body.  And though he is adorable and into me, I need a man with a brain.  A brain that he chooses to use.  I think that God is just telling me to keep my mind open…that I never know what is around the corner.  And the next time I ask God to send a man who is attracted to me?  I will be much more specific.

Haha.  God is funny.