10 posts tagged “christmas”
About a month or so ago I found myself in Target doing some Christmas Shopping.
Somehow I ended up in the book section. Now, as I'm sure you know, the book section of any department store kind or totally sucks (especially when there are great book stores such as Powell's only minutes away.)
This book caught my eye...
I don't know how the fuck it happened but somehow the book ended up in my basket.
The next day I started reading it. It completely absorbed me. It's kind of embarrassing how much this series has sucked me in. I've never been one for Vampire stuff but I fucking love these books.
I finished the first one fairly quickly, and told the 19 year old supervisor that I was reading it. She told me that I could borrow the others if I wanted. At that point I had no intention of reading anything past the first one so I thanked her for the offer... then 2 days later called her and asked her to leave book two "New Moon" at the coffee shop. Took me about 4 days to get through that one. I had the Terrorist pick up the 3rd book "Eclipse" on his way home from work one night. I started reading it when I got home from work that night and finished about 48 hours later.
Now... the last one..
Quiet frequently I hear stories about the kids that little T goes to school with. There are a few names that get repeated often and because of this I'm starting to feel like I sort of know these kids.
The one I hear about the most is Little Ms. Lisa. At first I kind of thought Little T had a crush on Lisa because I'd hear about her all the time, then I realised it's probably because they sit right next to each other, so he has the most stories to tell about her.
This young lady is an interesting little girl.
A month or so ago, little T and I were sitting in a waiting room for a doctors appointment and Little T decides to randomly tell me that...
"My friend Lisa said she knows a girl who is 6 years old and has a baby."
Well then. After a brief internal battle with myself I decided that saying "Your friend Lisa, Is a liar." Would probably not be the best route to take. Avoiding all the "where babies come from" bits I basically told him that it is pretty much impossible for a 6 year old to have a baby. Problem solved, we moved on, life was good.
I can't exactly remember when, but sometime over the past few weeks of no school, Little T told me more stories about "My friend Lisa."
--A bit of background
Little T has his own computer. He got a new one for Christmas... my old computer (Bacchus) after he (the computer) went through an upgrade. He can pretty much play on his computer whenever he wants, as long as he's not grounded, but in order to get on the computer he needs an adult to enter in a password.
Apparently he's told his friends that he needs a password to get into his computer and it's been the topic of discussion at school...
"My friend Lisa told me that if I wanted to play on my computer when I was grounded and any-time I want I should go into the settings and change the password to my computer."
Oh Really?!? I'm starting to think that "My friend Lisa" is a real trouble maker.
Without telling Little T the Million and One reasons why that would be a horrible idea if he ever wanted to not be grounded again I asked him what he thought of that idea. Luckily, he was not easily convinced, he knew that his dad or I would figure out that something was up and he would get into a heap of trouble.
Rumour has it that "my friend Lisa" was going to be moving in with her dad (about an hour or so away from here) but due to whatever reasons that's either not happening at all or it's getting delayed a bit. Though I feel kind of bad because I've heard she's excited about the prospect of living with her father I'm kind of excited to hear the latest "my friend Lisa" stories when school starts on Monday.
Wow.
What happened to me? The gossip of the 4th grade is interesting to me.
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...
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!!
:-)
I went into work at the coffee shop last night.
First night I worked since Friday. I had to take the Max because my car is still completely covered in snow.
Got to work and it was a mad house. The T had mentioned that it was crazy so I was somewhat prepared but not really.
On an average day we generally sell anywhere from $50-$150 an hour. (Lately because it has been so slow the hours are closer to $30-$50 an hour.) This summer when we were in the middle of the busy summer travel season the busiest hour I saw was somewhere around $210.
Last night, our slowest hour was $230ish. We were staying right around $300-$350. It was fucking insane. And it never stopped, we stayed open an extra hour and we were hoppin' right up until close. My manager had to go stand at the end of the line and turn people away so we could close.
As I'm trying my damnedest to get the front, cleaned up, stocked up and closed up people are still coming up asking if we're open or not even asking, just standing there waiting for someone to wait on them. This is something that normally happens so I just tell them that we're closed and direct them to the only open place in the airport. Most people are cool about it but every now and then we get some who can't accept the fact that we're closed.
It's always a certain type of person who gets annoyed that we're closed. I hate them. Not just because they're an annoyance to me as I'm trying to get the fuck out of work but more because they have a sense of entitlement that really irritates me. I can't even count the times I've had people (and by people I mean skinny blond bitchess) respond to me telling them that we're closed with... "Couldn't you just make me a skinny vanilla latte..." Quiet often there is a hair twirl or batting of the eyelashes involved.
It FUCKING DRIVES ME INSANE!!!
If I was a dude, and I was interested in the stupid bitch type, it might work, I'm guessing it has worked for them before thats why they try it with me. I'm not a guy and if I were (or into girls) I would want to punch thier perfect little faces and then watch them freakout about not being perfect anymore.
Anyway, I need to go write my dad a letter, make a star for our really tiny Christmas Tree and possibly make some cookies with the kid and other stuff but I can't exactly remember what that other stuff is.
Merry Christmas Eve, ya'll.
Didn't go to work today.
Pretty much decided I wasn't going to go last night when my boss called me and told me if I couldn't get in D could go in my place because he really needed the cash. (Which is an understatement, last time I worked with him I heard rumors of him ingesting really disgusting things for cash because he was so hard up.)
Anyway, I could use the funds too but I kind of thought Little T might have a half day because it was supposed to get yucky later on in the day and since it wasn't a big deal at all for me to take the day off, I took it. I'm glad I did too. The roads weren't pretty but they weren't slippery either. I got some Christmas stuff done, came home and now I'm gonna attempt to clean the fuck out of this place.
That's the game plan. I've got an hour and thirtyish minutes before Little T gets home.
Hopefully I don't get distracted.
I woke up absolutely livid this morning.
Went to bed kind of pissed off too.
Why, you ask?
When I got home from work last night I was checking weather reports and what not and decided to check the Kids school to make sure he had school. He didn't. They cancelled it because we MIGHT get some snow. That irritated me because I was planning to finish up some Christmas shopping and get pho with Lesley today and with no school that means I can't do either. I understand Maine is a far cry from Portland Oregon when it comes to weather. They're not equipped to deal with this stuff like we are back home, so fine, whatever. What pissed me off was the fact that the Terrorist never told me. And I know he knew because they have this nifty automated phone system that calls all the parents to let them know as soon as the decision is made to cancel school.
HE KNOW"S THAT I"M GOING TO HAVE TO CANCEL MY PLANS TO STAY HOME WITH THE KID AND HE DOESN'T HAVE THE COURTESY TO TELL ME!?!?!?!
What the fuck!?!??!?!?!
I figure there's an explanation and I go to bed. Maybe he's planing on telling me in the morning...
Next morning (this morning)
The alarm goes off, the T gets up, Nothing.
He comes in the bed room, roots around in his closet for a bit, still nothing.
At this point I'm contemplating bringing it up but the bed is warm and the living room is not so the lazy, sleepy side wins. Plus I'm still convincing myself that he'll pop in to give me a kiss and inform me of the lack of school right before he leaves.
Then I hear the front door open and close.
Immediately I go from kinda pissed off to totally livid.
Then I promptly fall asleep for an hour or two.
When I wake up, I immediately start fighting with him in my head and I can tell you, it's not pretty.
Part of my morning routine is to check and see if I have missed calls. There were none but I decided to check the recent call log. Last call... The Terrorist 7.55p 12/16
What?
I don't remember talking to him last night.
So I check my voice-mail...
The third message went something like this...
"Hey baby, I just got a call from Little T's school, he doesn't have school tomorrow and it's supposed to get bad tonight so you should get out of there as soon as possible and drive safe."
Holy mother fucker, I am a complete and total Jackass!!!
I felt like the HUGEST idiot.
This is a momentous occasion.
The first blog entry on a new computer.
I feel like I should be sipping champagne instead of chugging coffee. Though I don't think the champagne would help alleviate my caffeine withdrawal headache.
Anyway. I should be playing and exploring my new computer and all of the awesome things it can do but before I do that I feel as though I should take a few minutes to declare to the world what an awesome boyfriend I have and show some pictures.
UPS got here at about 340p or so. The T has been working on getting Philotes (my new computer) up and running in one facet or another from that point to about 30 minutes ago (10p). The man has persistence!! Everything is working and though I haven't gotten around to using it, apparently it has all the voodoo magic installed in it to play encrypted DvD's and what not. (I run Linux on my computer so it needs special love to run that sort of stuff.) Now he's giving Bacchus a face lift and a dust off and deciding whether or not he's good enough be a Christmas gift to Little T or if he's too old and withered in which case he'll be a "your computer sucks, here's one that sucks a little bit less" gift. It's a bit embarrassing to admit, but I'm having a bit of separation anxiety. I get a bit sentimental at times and this would totally be one of those times. While the T was cleaning him off, it took me about 20 minutes or so before I could just walk away and come into the bedroom to test out my new one. Granted, part of the reason I stayed out there was because I have a forearm fetish and the T has some MAJORLY sexy forearms... especially when gripping pliers to turn screws and using screwdrivers and other things of that sort that would be done while cleaning out and disassembling a computer... mmmm... oops I'm getting sidetracked. Anyway, he (Bacchus) is being passed on to a good kid who will hopefully get as much use out of him as I did.
Now, it's time for a few pictures...
This is the blanket of dust/dirt/hair/godonlyknowswhatelse that called my computer home. That thing was so fucking dirty I'm amazed it worked as well as it did. The T use to volunteer at Free Geek where he would see a lot of gnarly, gross computers. Mine was the yuckiest he's ever seen!! That makes me oddly proud.
The guts. After it had been cleaned a little bit. The outside wall on the left part of the photo, the part with all the pictures. That's where the blanket of dust was pulled from.
Now I should go shower and take a nap because I'm working all day tomorrow at the restaurant. But I kind of want to play more. :-)
I was up until 5am, hit the 4 page mark and still am not done with the letter to my dad. I was going to get up early and continue it but I saved it on Lesley's computer, not my USB drive and she took her computer to school today. Oh well.
My Week in Bullets...
- Had the conversation with The T (see "2 out of 3 ain't bad...) It didn't go like planned, mainly because I'm incapable of adult relationships due to my lack of adult communication skills. More or less I said that I will probably back off because so much time together is causing "emotions" said "emotions" were thankfully left undefined.
- Proceeded to spend the next 4 nights there. I don't wanna back off. I like him, I like hanging out with him, so fuck it.
- Helped him take care of some shit going on with his kid which involved driving to Hillsboro, hanging out in a court house, sitting outside the court house (getting a great tan), doing lots of dishes, providing moral support, drinking beer, partaking in BBQ activities, cleaning his fridge (and defending him to his dad when his dad started to give him shit about me being the one cleaning the fridge... it's SOOO shiny now!), laying on his back roof and getting more of a tan. Granted these things obviously aren't all exactly related to the Little T crisis but they all happened within the same 48 hour period.
- Fought with Chris.
- Fought with Chris some more.
- Met the Ogre.
- Hung out with the Skinhead (my neighbor)*
- Was told by 3 people (Terrorist, Lesley and Nathan) to not sleep with the Skinhead. (Do ya'll actually think just because I talked to him means I'm going to fuck him??? Common people give me some credit!!)
- Didn't see Lesley for awhile.
- Actually went over 24 hours without phone, text or visual contact from Miss. Lesley.
- Started getting along with the 19 year old supervisor. She's a good kid, if somewhat young and inexperienced.
- My manager has basically told me she loves me and asks me every day if I like my job... I feel like an ass every time I lie to her face and say... "Yes, I do"
- Pissed the 19 year old supervisor off, took the adult route, apologized, promised to work on the thing that pissed her off.
- Payed Lesley about 1/2 of what I owe her.
- Payed my mom about 1/440 of what I owe her.
- Decided that I'm going to stop being so cheap and get my coochie waxed. Yay! For Coochie Waxing!! I can't wait!
I'm gonna go send out a resume or two and then possibly go lay out on my front lawn.
*His skinhead ties aren't exactly known at this point but he has a swastika on his right tricep and therefore we have dubbed him "the skinhead"
Disclaimer: I'm pretty, fairly baked. That's basically the disclaimer. I'm baked and I'm about to blog. So if you don't want to hear about my sex life (or lack of one), my money issues of late, or my ...... my something... then avert your eyes for the next little bit. But if you're interested in those 2 (3) then read on!!
Okay...
My feet hurt. Exciting stuff, huh?
I think I've been cut off. I had a Thursday rendezvous thing going with this guy, let's call him OMS. Well he and I had what I thought to be a good (great) thing going on but due to circumstances beyond my control he had to stop our carnal couplings. The circumstances. He had a "close call." His words, not mine. Something involving this wife and his chatty program on his computer. Not really sure what, but I'm 89.3% sure I'm not going to hear from him again. Which really does suck. In fact, it really does suck a lot. Because, well, the sex was really good. And It was a good little routine we were in, and I'm still going to be in Maine for a few weeks so what am I supposed to do until I leave? Nate says to find a replacement but I think that's just a little silly. I'm gonna be leaving in a few weeks.
I wanted to have $2000 saved up for when I left Maine to travel west. And I'm almost there. I think I'll make it by the middle of next week. Then from that point everything that I make that I don't have to spend on life things will go towards fixing my car and getting a car stereo/mp3 player. I was worried I'm going to have to push back my departure date from around the 14th to around the 21st because money was really bad at the Og. But I've made more this week than I thought I was going to, partially because of a few busy nights and partially because my dad and Nate's mom both gave me Christmas gifts of cash which I wasn't expecting. So I think I'm going to be okay but I might still have to push back the departure date. Though I don't know if it's because I need the time to get more money or because I'm kind of starting to freak out (a bit) about this whole driving cross country thing.
So as I've mentioned before my dad gave me a car! Yay! Go dad. With this car he also gave me some snow tires which I picked up yesterday, brought them to my mum's proceeded to jack up the car, remove the tire and when I went to put the snow tire on... it was the wrong fucking tire!! So I took my mom's car, went back out to Whitefield, swapped the wrong tires for the right tires, went back to Chelsea fixed the tires and was done. But the point that I forgot to make was on my way back to my dad's house, when I was driving my mom's car I was pissed that I had to go back and I was FLYING down these country roads in the middle of Whitefield. The normal speed limit is 40 I was going around 65 or so. Anyway... I went by a car so I slowed just a bit then about 10 seconds later I went by another car... before he even went past me the blue lights were on. I freaked out. Slammed on the breaks and waited for him to flip a bitch and pull me over. But HE NEVER DID. Got about 20 ft past me and shut his lights off. Yep... I got out of a speeding ticket for Christmas!!!!
Xavier worked tonight. God he's so fucking sexy. I think I ran into him at the Udder Place the other day. But frankly I was really stoned and kind of paranoid and I saw "him" out of the corner of my eye and I was to convinced it was him to actually look. Fuck he's sexy.
I'm going back to Oregon!! I'm going back to Oregon!!! I'm going back to Oregon!!!
I've been using OkCupid a lot lately. Well when I say a lot I mean I go on it a lot and see who's stalking me and check out there profiles and then possibly talk to them if they're funny and interesting and cute. And so far I've met two guys. Well three but the third has kind of dropped off the radar. He'll be back at some point I think. The first I "met" a long time ago. When I first ended up in Maine and hadn't switched my profile back from PDX. We'll call him "The Terrorist." He's hot. And very much like a hard core version of Nathan. He and I have been very flirty for quite some time and I can't wait to go and get a beer with him. The second I "met" just a short while ago and I haven't come up with a nickname for him but it's most likely gonna be something like "emo boy" or something because he's a touch on the emo-ish side (at least looks that way). Anyway... he seems like an uber cool cat too. Totally different from the terrorist which I guess wouldn't be hard to tell based on there nicknames alone. They're both in Oregon, the terrorist in PDX and emo boy in Eugene and I"M GOING TO OREGON!!! So yeah... I can't wait to actually hang with them. Hopefully they're as cool as I think they are cause it's really gonna suck if they're not.
Okay I think I'm no longer really stoned. Well that's not true but I'm not as insanely baked as I was before. And it's late and I've written a lot and I think I need to go to bed cause I work both jobs tomorrow.
It is 7.51a and I have been up for about 2 hours. Why have I been up since 6am when I really hate mornings? That's
simple. Because my sister had to get up at 7a and she wanted someone to have to get up before her. That and because
she likes to randomly call me up at the ass crack of dawn and wake me up. She's evil. Though she's never actually
admitted it I'm 98% sure that she loves me living on the west coast because it makes it easier for her to call me and wake me
up and be a general nuisance.
I tried going back to bed. Laid there for a bit, watched part of a movie but sleep just wouldn't come. So I said "Fuck it" and
got up, got dressed and went to get coffee. There are about 50 coffee shops within a 3 block radius of my house... of those
50 coffee shops about 40 of them are Starbucks. And of course what is the only one that's open at 7am on a
Sunday Christmas Eve morning? Jesus, you're brilliant! This is the Pacific Northwest! The Coffee Capital of North America. This is the 3rd largest city in the Pacific Northwest... And I live DOWNTOWN... So WHY IS STARBUCKS THE ONLY
PLACE OPEN!?!?!?!
I hate there coffee. There mocha's either taste like hot chocolate or if I get a triple they just taste vile. Blech. Today was
the first time I've ever seen an ugly barista there. Not only was she ugly but she was fat and ugly. I was almost impressed
then I realized that it was 7am and pretty freakin' dead in there and that's probably why they're having her work that shift.
It's got me. That Holiday spirit has infected my soul. But now I don't know what to do with it. I put my "Now That's What I
Call Christmas" Cd on... but you know... the weather outside isn't really frightful. It's 43 degrees out. Granted, it's a bit windy
out but it is far from frightful.
My social security card finally came in yesterday!! I have to fax it to NCL but aside from that I'm done. I just have to wait for
the results of my physical and drug test to come in. So really I'm just waiting for my drug test to come back. I'm 98.9% sure
I passed it but I am a bit nervous about it. I was stupid and smoked a few weeks ago. Just two tiny hits. God I hope I pass
if I don't I'm gonna freak out like a crazy person.
I probably should go get ready. I don't know what time I'm supposed to be at work. I think it's 10ish. My phone got half
shut off because I haven't paid the bill and at this point I can only receive calls (such as unnecessary early morning calls
from my sister) but I can't make them. (So unfortunately in this case payback can't and wont be a bitch.) It also means
that I can't call work and ask what time I'm supposed to be there. I'm pretty sure it's 10a
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