8 posts tagged “katie”

I don't know why but the girls being away has inspired me to get shit done.  I've made a few random todo lists here and there but this one is going to be the mutha-load.  All the stuff I've been putting off.  All the stuff that's minor and probably shouldn't be on a ToDo list... everything. 
I tried getting LIttle T to help me but I've learned that having a 9 year old as a personal assistant isn't a great idea... they're forgetful as hell!! 

• Get pics from Walgreen's   (Done!)
  
• Decorate wall with them
• Laundry  (Done! ... Plus I did all of the T's and Little T's ... Yes I'm Amazing!)
  
• Clean (done) , clean, clean.
• Attempt to organize photos. 
  
• Call/Email landlord about tub/rent.  (Done!)
• Mail cards.  (Done!)
  
• Convince mom to help me with computer endeavors.
• Talk to Katie  (Done!... She is freakishly in love!)
  
• Check Mail.  (Done!)
  
• Find another book to read. (Done for now)
  
• Get music to make Cd's
• Organize adult stuff.  (Bill type things)
•  Find job  (I'm realizing how much I hate job hunting.  Especially in this market.  New Goal - 3 resumes a day)
  
• Get gas  (Done.. $12 to fill my tank! ..granted I was only 1/4 down but still!)
  
• Register to vote.  (Done!)
  
•  Pay utilities   (Will be done before the end of the night... well tomorrow at the lastest)
  
•  Go to bank.  (Done!)
  
•  Pick up Check/Get boxes for Alex/Get Alex's phone number  (Done)
  
• Google "Making Pizza" to find a good/kid friendly pizza making ideas (that aren't english muffin pizzas.)
  
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I left a few empty spots for when I remember all that other shit I want to do.
Now I must go pass out like a fuck and get up early and get coffee and go watch LIttle T and some how figure out how to make cleaning my apartment fun for him. 

I've had a few realizations today... now to be fair... I've forgotten most of them since I titled this post and opened the window.  But I'll make them up as I go.

1.  Orange Juice does NOT compliment Toothpaste in anyway whatsoever. 
2.  It is impossible to take a quick shower while high on the pot and listening to great music.
3.  I believe my nephew is a stoner.  He's on myspace right now which means he's probably also logged into AIM and I could chat with him about his stoner ways but I don't think that's a good idea since I am in-fact baked.  Kind of hypocritical if you ask me.
4.  I haven't done any of the shit I wanted to do today.  But I have reasons... nah... reviewing them in my head I have come to the realization that they're all crap.  I was just lazy.  It's my last free Saturday. 

Oh... yes...

Disclaimer: I'm stoned, and I'm blogging.  I feel the need to make that known because though I have no "over share" type things on my brain at the moment... I am stoned and that could change at any point.  After having a conversation with a friend who informed me that my blog makes his "jaw drop" I've become more aware of the heavy sexual tones of many of my posts.

Wow.  It's almost 10pm.  When the fuck did that happen?

Katie called me earlier cause she was driving back home from Northern New Hampshire.... we basically got caught up and then she randomly asked me if I was smoking alone.  (When I answered the phone I told here that I was baked and really giggly... instead of saying hello.  Just wanted to let her know right off!) So I told her I was.  She continued to tell me that that was bad because it was a sign of addiction and then added... "I used to do it all the time!"  Which I just thought was hilarious which is why I'm writing about it here. 

That was boring.

I went to Planned Parenthood yesterday.  Wanted to get my broken va-jay-jay checked out.  Apparently the garlic worked!  The midwife/doctor lady told me that the ph was a little off but when she checked the wet slide there was nothing that looked like BV!!!  That's awesome! 

While I was there I was also on a mission to stock up on condoms.  So every time I went by a basket-o-condoms I would grab a handful.  Then when I went in the little room thingy the nurse lady asked me if I wanted condoms so I said yeah definitely.  They brought me a huge bag-o-condoms.  Between those I took and those in the bag-o-condoms I have 88 condoms.  That's a freakin lot of condoms!!! 

I should send some to my nephew.

I'm thinking about getting an IUD.  I haven't been on the pill for years.  Mainly because I can't afford it but also because the idea of pumping myself full of hormones isn't a pleasant one to me.  There are two types of IUDs.  The main difference between the two... one has hormones, one doesn't.  I'm not sure I'm going to get it but it's something to think about.

5 years of birth control.  

5 years of no babies.  (99.2% of the time)

I should go clean. 

I want ice cream. 

That sounds yummy.

Okay... so the Terrorist and Little T come over for food last night.  It started out they were gonna pick me up after they got off the max and were going home.  But we decided to stay at my place.  I was outside smoking when they got there and Little T had to pee (that rhymed) his dad brought him in to show him where the bathroom was then came and peeked his head out side.  I told him I hadn't kid proofed the house and he should take a quick peek around.  All adult things were out of view.  It was all good until about 30 or so minutes later.  I was making food, the Terrorist was sitting in the kitchen talking to me and Little T was working on alphabetizing my refrigerator poetry. (A little odd? Yes, but incredibly cute)  Anyway... my refrigerator poetry is pretty dirty.  And I didn't really think of it at first so I didn't think to scramble any of it when he started alphabetizing.  Then by the time I realized some of the poems on there... he had been working at it for awhile and I figured he wasn't seeing the poems he was just seeing words cause he was in alphabetizing mode.  That's when he says... "Hey Dad... this one says "Watch me wax your pole."   I was mortified!  I turned around and looked at the Terrorist and mouthed a huge "I'm sorry!"  He kind of laughed and said something about waxing a surfboard and how that must be the same thing.  I felt awful.

I need to go clean.

Tomorrow is 420 and my phone is ringing

It's Chris.  I'm gonna call him back.

He's not answering.

He did.

Bye.

FUCK YOU FIREFOX!!!

I just had a nice long half entry and then decided to go take a shower because it was like 7pm and I hadn't showered yet.  I get back and fire fox crashed and isn't recalling any part of the post except the subject.

That's stupid!

I need to go shower.  I'll be back.

Ps.  I didn't shower before because I got a phone call from Katie and she needed to talk to someone so she didn't fall asleep on her drive home.

Pss.  I see the tags have been saved from the lost post...
They are:
disclaimer, laryngitis, stoned blogging, fiona, hearing in right ear. 

I'll paraphrase what I remember of the lost post....

I left a disclaimer because I was stoned and blogging, I had a dream I had laryngitis last night, and I think the hearing in my right ear might be coming back. 

That's basically what it said but it was WAY longer and WAY MORE detailed than that.

This weekend has been soooo much better than last weekend.

Thursday I went and saw the family.  Got to download a whole bunch of mp3's thanks to the use of my mom's computer.  I heart them.  This is one of my new favorite songs...

 

That along with another one by Atmosphere called "Don't ever fucking question that."   I need to catch an Atmosphere show sometime.  Way Way back in the day before I was really into them they played in Portland, Maine.  Chris and I talked about going and we both even had the night off but for whatever reason we never got around to it. 

But as I was saying... I hung out with my mom and sis for Lunch.  Then went and saw my Dad and Terry for Dinner.  I think I can honestly say I'm not a fan of Ruby Tuesdays.  I got all the stuff I was storing at my moms.  Packed up my car and headed back to Portland.  I had a momentary panic attack about the amount of stuff in my car and driving cross country but Katie reassured me that I'd be fine (thanks Katie).  I dropped all my stuff off at work because there's way more room in the bay at work than there is in Nathan's apartment, not to mention the fact that I really don't wanna carry all that shit up 5 flights of stairs. 

Friday I got to pick up some hours at work.  Woohoo!  Plus I got to say Good Bye to OMS.  Woot woot!!   I smoked way to much though and I was basically brain dead all day. 

Wow. I'm rambling.

Before I leave I need to remember to do these things..

1. Put emergency key in the emergency key spot.

2. Get an atlas.

3.  Go see the boys, Shawn & Sherri and get Pho with Mo.  Which could be an issue because I'm not working any overnights this week and I thought I was working all overnights

 

Wow... Ben Haper has the sexiest forearms.

 

I should go do something productive....

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? ;-)

Disclaimer:  It's 2 hours and 24 minutes into 2008.  And I'm blogging.  Why am I blogging?  Because I'm at work!  And since I'm stuck here tonight I decided to get stoned.  (Shhh don't tell.)  But yeah... I've got some more stoned blogging going on.

 

I don't know why I put disclaimer's in?  But I kind of enjoy doing it.  That one was kind of weak though. 

 

Anyway... moving on. 

Tonight, was by far the worst night EVER since I've been at the Olive Garden.  Our ticket times were averaging about 45mins.  45 MINUTES!!!  From the point when we put the order in to the point when it comes out is 45mins long.  That's absurd!!  And that was the average.  There were some that were up in the 60min range.  I have no idea how it happened.  The kitchen got so backed up at one point that we had to stop seating for a bit to let them try and catch-up.  It worked for a second or two but then ticket times when WAY back up.  We couldn't turn tables at all because the tables we had were waiting an hour for there food and they were WAITING AN HOUR for there food so they were understandably grumpy.  I didn't get out of there until 1045p.  I was supposed start working at Pro.Com. at 10p.  I knew I was going to be a little late so I told them that.  I made it into work at 1130p  but not before slamming my hand in the car door.  It hurt.  A lot.  But my hand isn't bruised.  I don't know why though.  I slammed it hard enough to leave a door framed shaped dent in my hand, that dent has been replaced with a good sized bump and no bruise.  I think I'm defective.  I don't bruise properly. I'd be the perfect battered wife.  Push me around all you wan't and there wont be a mark on me.

Anyway... I can't say that 2007 ended on an extremely great note.  But that was just the last few moments.  They don't really count for much anyway.

I worked with Xavier again the other night.  He's so beautiful.  And I love his name.  Granted this is a name that I gave him but I think that that is just a minor detail.  His real name is pretty cool too but not as cool as Xavier!  He has to be dating a hostess.  Blech.  Oh well. 

HOLY FUCK.  I just looked at the calender and aside form it being 2008 (wow, time flew) I also realized that if I sleep when I'm planning that's in 2 and a half weeks!!  Fuck that's soon!  I'm getting nervous.  Well, I've been nervous.  But I'm getting even more nervous.  Katie's freakin' out on me because she doesn't want me to make the trip alone (she's worried I'm gonna end up dead at the hands of a deranged trucker..  And because she thinks I should take the southern route.  Which I can't say I disagree with but I'm going to be smart about it.  Thanks to tonight at the OG (even though I didn't make as much as I should have) I made enough to hit my $2000 goal!  Woot woot!  I'm very excited.  I wanted to call the mechanic and set up an appointment to have him put my car on the computer and talk to him about what I should do to my car but I couldn't find the phone number online and I couldn't get a hold of my mum to get the number before I went to work.  I'll get that done hopefully by Wednesday.

Shit.  The night is basically over.  I don't know when that happened but I need to go.  Jesus... what have I been doing with my time?!  I started this blog 4 hours ago.  Damn.  Okay well I need to go attempt to clean out my car.

Disclaimer:  The following post contains details of my sex life.  The good, the bad and the slutty.  I, personally am not ashamed nor do I regret anything I have done but should anyone feel they may want to save themselves from hearing the gory details... this is your warning.

 

I am a very sexual being, with a very high sex drive.  Up until the past few months I haven't really explored that side of myself.  Meaning... I'd had sex but never the kind of sex that I was interested in trying.  For some reason, when I got back from Hawaii I started exploring.  I think it had something to do with the confidence I had when I got back... but whatever it was it was good.  I felt great about myself and I was having a lot of REALLY GREAT sex.  Then it kind of backed off for a bit as all good things tend to do.

 

Yesterday.  Yesterday was a bitch of a morning.  It was one of those days when I woke up with an itch and I just could not shake it.  I was online and started talking to a friend, long story short, this friend and I ended up getting a room and mingling in an adult like fashion. 

 

The Problem...?

 

He's an older guy, 47 years to be exact, but that's not really the problem.  The problem is he's married and yes I knew he was married before we got together.  I feel like I should feel really bad and sleazy.  But I don't.  It's just sex.  He loves his wife, there's no emotional danger there.  It's just sex.  And, to top it all off... I have no moral dilemma here.  He should be the one feeling sleazy, not me. 

 

That's always been my standpoint on being the "other woman."  This is my first time with a married guy but I always used to say that it's not my issue to deal with... I'm not coupled. I would never have sex with someone else without my partner knowing about it.  But if he's married he's the one who needs to lay next to the wife every night and know what he has going-on on the side. 

 

I've never done it though.  Not because I haven't had the opportunity... because I worry about my Karma.  5 or 10 years from now when my husband is acting odd and coming home late I'm going to be freaking out that my Karma is catching up to me.  And also because a good friend of mine was cheated on by her husband and it broke her heart. 

 

I really don't know how I feel about this.  He and I have since talked and though he'd like to make it a semi-regular occurrence I told him I couldn't handle the marriage thing.  But I really don't feel bad about it.  And THAT's what I feel bad about.

 

So... I guess... in retrospect.... I feel bad because I don't feel bad about fucking a married dude.

... That's kind of fucked up.

Bad (for you) food is like herion in the sence that You know they're bad for you.  And you know you should just "say No"  But you can't help but think...what's one little taste?  So you have that little taste and you see just how fucking great it is.  So you have just a little bit mroe.  Then next thing you know you're on a $150 a day habbit and and yoru body is falling to shit.

 

I went to Burger King tonight.  First time I've had fast food in a long freakin' time.  Which, by itself, isn't really that bad,  But when you combine it with the fact that my mom and I went to the OG for lunch, and I went to the fair with Katie, Shawn and Derec at which we did really nothing but eat and walk around a bit.  Well... I truly want to die.  Or purge.

 

I got a call from my dad the other day.  He called to let me know that the insurance cards in the cars were swapped.  And he also said he needed to talk to me.  Which made me a mite bit nervous because I realized I had the car a bit longer than I was supposed to.  So I thought he was going to yell at me about not being responsible or something like that.  When I finally talked to him he did nothing of the sort.  Actually... he told me that he's GIVING ME HIS CAR!!!  That is sooooo unlike my dad.  And Soooooo cool of him  So now, I HAVE A CAR!  Woot Woot!  Go dad!

 

A final note. 

I don't follow to many blogs.  Maybe three.  One is from a friend I have yet to meet in Oregon who, aside from a strong hatred of hippies seems to be a pretty awesome guy.  The other day he wrote something that grabbed my eye and I think about it more than I would normally thing about blogs... "I need to be loved ferociously & with out abandon or not at all."    I think this is going to become my motto when evaluating all future relationships I find myself in.... or something like that.