14 posts tagged “birthday”

• Dishes.  Yesterday was the first time in weeks that the kitchen was clean.  There are a few dishes to do then the kitchen will be clean again!  It's like Christmas.
• Finish and Hang the poster boards for the Token system.  Yesterday I got the final one written out now I just need to go over it in marker and presto! it's done.
• Call PCC.  Actually that's already done.  Found out some  things I needed to know and now I know them and because I know them I need to...
• Print out another Transcript request form from Plymouth and another application from PCC.
• Drink coffee.  Even though I used the rest of the half n' half in the (lumpy) mashed potatoes last night.
• Mail stuff.  ie. Transcript Request form and Application.
• Call Sister repeatedly until she answers to wish  her a HAPPY FREAKIN' 35th BIRTHDAY!!
• Feed the kid at some point.
• Shower at some point.
• Possibly go to Target to get stuff for a New Baby Basket for the neighbors.  (It was the boyfriends idea... well kind of.  I'd thought of it too but never thought to mention it to him because he doesn't do that sort of thing, anyway, I was impressed.)
  
• Enjoy the day!!  It's not even 70 degrees out.  I love warm weather but lately it's been pretty fucking hot so this is definitely a nice change.
  

Yesterday was good, and aside from a lecture from my dad including things such as... Me going back to school and Me writing to him more it was a fight free holiday.  (Those are rare for me.)

The T and I woke up WAY too early, got coffee started, then woke Little T up.  He got a boat load of stuff, including (but not limited to... a new computer, some clothes, transformers and books.)  The Terrorist got me an awesome locket and I got him a shower curtain.  We finished doing the gift thing, I made breakfast then The T had to leave for work.  Shortly after Little T left for the grandparents house.

That's when the really Christmas joy began. 
No, I'm totally lying. 
I didn't really do much of anything exciting. 
Talked to family/friends, watched some LOST, had some "Megan Time" (meaning I shaved, plucked, exfoliated & showered... not the other kind of "Megan Time") 

Changed our shower curtain.
We had this one...

Isn't it fucking adorable?!?!   I got it MONTHS ago, when Lesley and I first moved in.  It's the only shower curtain I've ever had that's lasted that long.  Generally they get all moldy and gross and I have to replace them every few months.  Not this one!  It's like the Energizer Bunny of shower curtains.  I took it down but I haven't quite been able to bring myself to throw it away.  I have a sinking suspicion that the new shower curtain wont be as durable as the Ducky one.

Anyway... this is our new shower curtain... (a Christmas Gift from me to the T)

Remember, my boyfriend is a total and complete geek.  (I'm not a bad gift giver... he's just a geek :-)  Though I will miss my Ducky shower curtain I have to admit there are some pretty cool things about this new shower curtain, like the fact that I can go pee and learn things.  Like last night, as I was crawling back into bed after a post coital pee, I got all cuddled up to the T and asked him about Curium.  Curium is one of the Elements that are at the bottom of the chart (in white)  from what I remember from Chemistry, they're the more recently discovered elements.  The names of them are quite often obviously named after things, such as Berkelium, Californium, Einsteinium.  I couldn't figure out what Curium was named after,  all I could think of was the spice and I had a feeling that wasn't the case.  So, the Terrorist enlightened me.  Curium is named after Madame Curie who is (from what I've skimmed over on Wikipedia) a pretty cool chick.
Plus the shower curtain allows a LOT more light into the bathroom from the little Tiny window above the shower

That was pretty much the gist of my day. 
Oh yeah...

I made an AWESOME Christmas dinner.  (Well actually I think the word used was "excellent" but... same diff.)  It wasn't anything extremely extravagant (ham, mashed potatoes, veggies & garlic bread) but I made it myself and retained my title of "Good Cook."

I remember when Chris and I were together, on a few different occasions we'd be cooking stuff together and he'd make some comment how he was teaching me to cook so I could cook for my future husband, or something to that effect.  It would fucking piss me off when he made these comments.  Now, 2-3 years down the road, I can't help but giggle because he was basically right, granted the semantics are a bit off, but the basic idea is correct.

Little T goes to his grandparents this weekend.  I don't have to work at all this weekend.  Well, the coffee shop tried to call me in, which was tempting for half a second because I lost so many hours at the beginning of this week, but Little T isn't going to be home and the T and I have a lot of sex to catch up on.  Me going into work tonight would delay that and that's just not cool with me.

Now, I need to go make the kid lunch.  Well, that is, if he ever gets out of the shower and tells me what he wants for lunch.

Christmas is out of the way, now the countdown begins...

11 days until my birthday!!

:-)

And I don't like it!

Thats all.

*This is said in the middle of period bloat and the day after eating a 1/3 of a carton of ice cream in about 30 seconds (with half a bottle of whipped cream on it)  So I'm not going to dwell on it too much but in a few weeks (after my birthday) if the jeans still aren't fitting me I'm going to stop eating.

I'm fucking exhausted.
Not sure why though. 

Had a nice leisurely morning with the Terrorist.  Stayed in bed until 10am-ish then he played the video game that I got him for his birthday and I read the book I haven't been able to keep my nose out of.  Eventually we both showered and headed out to Hillsboro so he could file for custody of Little T. 

Court is tomorrow at 9am.  Keep your fingers crossed!!

My plan tonight was to smoke a bowl and go to bed, but I forgot my stash in my car and even though my car is parked directly in front of the house... I'm too lazy to go get it.  So I guess I'm just going to go to bed.   I'm okay with that.  Nate arrives in 10ish hours and I'd like to get up early enough to clean a bit before going to pick him up.  Plus I told the T I'd be availble to be a phone witness should he need someone to be a character witness.  On the off chance that that happens I don't want to be groggy in the head while on speaker phone to a courtroom full of people.

There are empty cans of Miller High Life around the house.  Very weird.  I haven't drank that shit since Chris and I first moved to PDX and you could get half pitchers for 2.50 at the Marathon.. it feels like eons ago.  Nathan and I need to stop there and get a drink tomorrow.

Nate's on the phone.  He's at the airport now.  Very exciting. 
I'm going to go pluck my eyebrows, talk to him then go to bed.
Nite nite.

I love birthdays.
I think they're great.  A day to honor a person's life is a beautiful thing. 

Today, is the Terrorist's birthday, I think I'm more excited than he is.
That's okay, I can restrain myself.  I understand that not everyone is as into birthdays as I am.

But that doesn't mean I can't wish him a...

9 days until Nathan gets here...
9 days until the Terrorist gets Little T full time...
7 days until the Terrorist's birthday...
3 days until the 4th of July...
2 days until I get a day off...

I went to Ikea today thanks to gunderson bee's suggestion on where to find string lights.  Though they didn't have what I was looking for I still love that place.  I get a hard on every time I'm there.  I wish I had enough stuff to have a reason to buy all of their storage devices.  They're awesome!

Work does not sound appealing today.  Mainly because I'm fucking exhausted and really freaking hungry.  But I guess that's what you get when you don't sleep enough and forget to eat.  Plus the fact that I'm working with the New Guy tonight.  It's just going to be him and I and he's not really trained.  Hopefully it'll be slow. 

Objective:  Make it through work without freaking out... get home, DO NOT TOUCH MP3 PLAYER... no matter how much I may want to, find 5-10 pics to have printed.  Change sheets.  Sleep like a baby.  Look into making Limoncello.

Myspace told me that it's HotBoys birthday tomorrow.

Happy Early Birthday Hot Boy!!!

and on the same vein...

Happy Late Birthday Little T!!!

That's all.

I went in the kitchen to get something or put something away... to be honest I can't remember.  While I was in there I saw a banana and had a moment of inspiration. 
So now I'm going to waste time on vox while I enjoy my peanut butter and banana sandwich.

I went to the T's the other night.  He and his house mates were having a birthday get together for a roommate who passed away a few months ago.  Honestly, I didn't want to go.  I was going to try to get out of it.  But after mentioning it to me 4 times in the space of 2 hours I could tell he really wanted me to go. 
Why didn't I want to go?
Social anxiety's mainly.  I get really nervous in big groups of people I don't know.  Even though I know it's stupid and irrational of me I can't help but think somewhere in the back of my head that they're all ganging up on me and I'm going to be the butt of some big elaborate joke.  Because of this I try to avoid that type of setting. 
The Terrorist told me he'd call me when he was leaving Beaverton (after dropping off Little T) and that would give me 45 minutes or so until he got to my house. 
All day Sunday I had myself convinced he'd forget to call or stop by.
He didn't.  Called right when he was supposed to and showed up just about 45 minutes later.
So... up we went to his place. I met a lot of his friends, many of them I had heard stories about previously which was nice to put a face with the name.
After the first 30-45 minutes when I was freakishly nervous (like hands shaking/chain smoking nervous) ... I had a great fucking time.  I'm not sure if it was because I got some alcohol in me and I finally relaxed or if it was because his friends are really cool, really chill people but either way I'm glad I went. 
I even developed a friendship crush on one of his friends.  She's this little tiny thing, spunky as all hell and to top it off she's a fire dancer. 
I want to be her.  (Okay well maybe not... but I totally wanna learn the fire stuff.)

So, yeah, I had a great time, met cool people, drank good beer.  Had amazing sex too.  (He found my sweet spot... not even sure if he knows he found it or not but he totally did.)

Fuck... the sandwich is gone.  I guess this means I need to go back to cleaning.

It's been awhile. 

Much has happened.

Sit back, relax and I'll tell you all about it.     (Woohoo!  Story time!)

 

My tale of woe starts about a week ago.  (Okay so it's really not that woeful but it makes me a little bit sad.)  I heard from my "friend" (the one we will refer to as OMS) and he and I had plans to do "lunch" on Friday.  I worked my whole schedule around this weekend.  The plan was:  Thursday I was going to get out of work early so I could go out and have a belated birthday celebration with my friends, then have Friday and Saturday off.  Friday for hangover day/lunch with OMS and then that evening I was going to go to Manchester, NH and hang out with my friend Katie, stay there overnight and go see my brother in Hillsboro, NH.  It was a FANTASTIC plan!! 

Thursday night I got out of work early.  Went home, talked to Nathan and Kathrine decided that instead of doing dinner and going out drinking we'd just go to Margarita's that way they could eat (they were STARVING) and I could use my Margarita's Birthday Coupon (plus it was lady's night in the lounge).  We were all kind of tired so we didn't really have the energy to go drinking too.   Anyway at Margarita's I decided to focus on my drinking instead of eating and started throwing them back.  I'm not a big drinker.  I mean, I have my moments but I really don't drink that often.  Since Kathrine wasn't feeling to great she volunteered to be the DD after dinner she brought us to Blue Canoe (Irving) cause Nate needed smokes.  That's when I decided I wanted to go to out drinking and because it was My BIRTHDAY! we went.  It was a toss up between Styxx and Amigos.  Styxx because it was ladies night and I've been trying to find that chick who was flirting with me at Byron's performance a few weeks ago (I'm not really into the ladies... but she was HOTT!)  Amigos because it's a great little dive bar and there drinks are extremely potent.  When it came down to it, As much as I'd love to find that chick I couldn't get over my deeply seeded hatred of Styxx so we went to Amigos.  Kathrine was convinced to join us for a drink even though she was tired and sick and had to work early the next morning.  (Way to be a trooper, Kathrine!!)   I have to say, considering I started the night thinking we (I) wouldn't really drink...  I got completely annihilated.  I haven't been that drunk in a long time.  Actually I think the last time I got that drunk was right after Chris and I broke up and I went out with Kelly and Rachel and I almost puked in Rachel's car.  But that's another story...                                                                        

I'm a happy drunk and a chatty drunk.  When you combine those two it makes for a drunk dialing fiasco!  I called EVERYONE.  I called people I haven't talked to in months, years even.  There were even a few cases of Nathan making me hang up the phone.  I think all this drunk dialing as something to do with the fact that my voice hasn't quite been right since that night.  (It's either the drunk dialing of vomiting but we wont go there.)

Then morning came.  It hurt.  It hurt a lot.  I woke up about 830-9a because I can never sleep late when I've been drinking.  Checked my email and that's when the first bad news hit.  OMS and his car were both sick so he stayed home and had to cancel our date.  Yuck.  That sucks.  But oh well shit happens.  I went back to bed but couldn't sleep so I send out a blanket text message apology for my dialing.  I have to say... people are very understanding!  I have great friends!! 

Now, keep in mind I was really hung over.  I generally don't get bad hangovers but this one had left me quite foggy in the head and yucky in the tummy.  As I was leaving the building to go do errands I called Nate and we were talking when I got to my car so I was kind of distracted when I noticed something funny about the drivers side rear window but I thought it was just the way the rain had fallen on it.  Then it hit me.  The window... was shattered, still in place but clearly shattered with a little pellet hole in the upper middle part.  Someone had shot out my fucking window.  I found out later that these kids had gone through Portland, South Portland, Scarborough and Westbrook shooting out windows.  (I found out earlier today that they're STILL at it and they got 30 car's last night.)  Fuckers.  If I ever find out who it was I will very likely cut there balls of with a rusty butter-knife... but not before making them pay me back.  

I called all the auto glass places in the area but they were all booked because there were so many other people who needed there windows replaced.  (I did this all from inside my car because I didn't want my new car stereo [Thank you Nathan and Kathrine] to get stolen)  I felt bad about it but I was going to have to cancel on Katie, when I called her to break the news she came up with the brilliant idea that I should call some Auto glass places in Manchester... Which I did and the FIRST PLACE I called could not only fit me in first thing Saturday morning but they also quoted me $50 less than anyplace in Maine.   

All things considered... it went pretty well.  Yes I got my window shot out (by some soulless little fuckers) but I got it fixed fairly quickly and for $185 which isn't that bad.  It was a shitty hangover day though, I was hungover until I went to bed that night and the only time my tummy felt normal was after I smoked out of Katie's brother-in-law's monster bong.

The uber shitty part... because of all of this and the unexpected expense of buying a new window for my car I had to delay my trip by a week.  Which really doesn't make me happy at all.  Especially because I was going to stop in Chicago and see my friend Emily who is home from Hawaii but is leaving Chicago for Texas on the 24th... I'll be in Chicago on the 26th.  Crappy.

 

Yep... that's my tale of woe.  Well, there's that plus the fact that I got my new mp3 player (a Creative Zen Vision:M) and after fucking around with it for 6 hours on Jenna's computer I couldn't for the life of me get it to connect to the computer.  Then after emailing the guy and telling him I wanted to return it I tried (just for the fuck of it) to connect it to Nate's computer and it connected with no problems what so ever.  Now... I don't know if I want to return it or not... because what if I get to Oregon and it doesn't connect to my computer?!?!  Ugh.

 

Anyway... I need to go answer phones.  Oh yeah... there's another thing.  I have a tendency to be very open in my blogs lately.  It's something I'm working on... I found myself being too censored so I'm forcing myself to not give a fuck... it's my blog, my life if you don't like it don't read it.  I've been smoking a lot of reefer lately.  Sometimes even at work.  Well what I hadn't really thought of was the fact that one of our clients reads my blog.  Oops.  Now, this guy's a cool guy (I think I'm going to refer to him as Nipps because of his peirced Nipps) anyway... Nipps is a cool guy so I know he wont really care (assuming I don't fuck up on his account) but it was just a little weird because he mentioned it today when he forwarded his phones.  Anyway... Nipps... this is your shout out.  Go through anymore holes? ;-)

Nathan's birthday was the other day.  Yesterday actually (well if you want to be technical about it, it was 2 days ago.) 

What a fucking night.

It was one of those nights when the alcohol wasn't effecting me.  So I just drank and drank and drank and didn't really get drunk.  Until that 4th-ish drink.  Then it all hit along with the jello shots that followed.  Ugh.

Amazingly I wasn't hung over when I woke up this morning. But then again I did sleep until noon.

 

Hmmm.  What else? 

 

I was going to bring my camera and post pictures and what not about the evening but sometime in my drunken stupor I took the SD card reader out of the computer to take the SD card out and then I put the SD card in the camera and some how misplaced the card reader.  I couldn't find it at all when I was looking for it before I left for work.

I was supposed to work a 4 hour shift today.  I picked up the overnight as well so my 4 hour shift turned into a 10 hour shift.  Good.  I need the money.  Bad.  I'm ready to go home, take a shower and go to bed.  Oh well... 2.5hrs left.

 

My schedule is tweaky this week.  I always have Wednesday and Thursday off.  Well I have for the past... many weeks but this week they changed it up and gave me Wednesday and Friday off.  What's up with that?!?!

I'm kind of thinking about quitting the OG.  But then again, maybe not.

Lesley can't road trip it with me.  That makes me sad.  Her Grandmother is going to be in the states and she's obligated to stay and not fly out and spend two days driving with me.  Yuck.  She's not too happy about it either.  So now it looks like I'll be driving alone, unless I can find some poor sap to join me and pay for stuff to.  But I think driving alone will be okay.  I can stop at a few places along the way and crash on couches along the way, which will save some money and still keep me from sleeping in rest-stops. 

I broke my bowl.  That uber sucks.  It's still usable but only as an emergency "I have nothing else to smoke with" type thing.  I'm meeting a friend tomorrow and we always smoke when we get together but my freakin' bowl is broken!!!  That sucks!! 

 

Okay, I need to go do something more productive than blogging.