72 posts tagged “terrorist”

It kind of cracks me up how my blog went from being filled with stories of my sexcapades to being filled with stories of what I did with the kid.

I'm okay with it, though.

Especially since Little T is going over to Grandpa T's house on Friday night and Big T and I are going to catch up on the sex we haven't been having. 
Yay!

My head hurts.  I woke up with a mild headache and though it hasn't gotten worse, it hasn't gotten any better either. 

Today, is a nice day.  We're gonna go to the library today and maybe the park.  Maybe a picnic in the park, nah, that sounds a bit over ambitious.  Oooh, and I need to go deposit my check and check my po box.  A friend of mine from back home was supposed to send me a heating pad that her mom made me (she made me one years ago but I lost it last summer) and I just got an email from her saying she sent it about 3 weeks ago.  I hope, I hope, I hope it's here!!

Okay, time to stop being a lazy ass and hop to it.

Ps.  I talked to my mom the other day and apparently her and the aunts (at least 2 of the aunts maybe all 3) are going to come out here next summer.  Plus I talked to Nathan and apparently he and the clan (Kathrine and Byron) are all planning on coming out here (moving out) next fall-ish.  I guess the plan is that they're going to get a place in Portland and stay for the lease then at the end of it they'll be moving out here.  (That's what the plan is, I'll believe it when I see it.)
Speaking of moving... the Terrorist kind of threw me a curve ball last night.  Mentioned something about living together.  It was only a mild surprise because last week when Nate was here he mentioned something about having "dibs" if Lesley moved out (I was joking that she'd be moving in with the boy I haven't given a nickname to yet.)  Which as he said.. It would make life a lot easier.  I would see him a whole hell of a lot more and I'd get the morning cuddle time that I now miss, plus I wouldn't have to get up at the ass-crack of dawn to shower and get up here by 8am* and though I'm not completely opposed to the idea I don't think convince is a good reason to move in with someone.   

* Ass-crack of dawn being 7-730a and "up here" being 5 blocks from my house... but still.  :-)  

Stayed at the Terrorist's house last night.
Since Nate's been around this week I haven't seen him much and I missed him, so I bribed my coworkers into letting me leave early, since it was his last kid free night.* 
Got up early, brought him to work, went and picked up my laundry and came to the laundromat.  When I first got here it was silent.  It was so weird.  I've never been to a silent laundromat.  Even if there are no people in it there are at least washers or dryers going.  (I say I've never been to a silent laundromat but I know that's not true because I used to go to this 24-hour one in South Portland that was empty at times... but RECENTLY I haven't been to a silent laundromat... especially not during the daytime.)
Since Nathan's gone that's my official notice to get off my ass and start looking for a new job.  Which I learned yesterday kind of freaks the T out.  (Because I'm playing the role of babysitter to Little T while Big T is workin')  I guess I can't really blame him because if the situation were reversed I'd probably be freaking out as well.  I have a master plan though.**  Lesley is talking about quitting the Caldera before she goes to Singapore so maybe I can just slip in there.  They don't open until 5p  Shifts generally start at 4p and it's a block from the T's house.  Sound perfect to me.  If it doesn't work that's okay, I'll find something that does.  I'm a patient person.***
I start kid sitting on Monday, which means today and this weekend I'm going to clean my apartment and make it more kid friendly, not that we're going to be there often but if we happen to stop by I don't want anymore "Watch me wax your Pole" moments or anything of the like.  I also need to clean out my car.  That'll be tomorrow.  It's getting really disgusting.  There have been a variety of beverages spilled in it and... it's just fucking gross.  This is my kick in the pants to get it done.

My laundry is done, I've gotta go fold it and do productive things.

*Okay so I didn't really bribe them, all I really did was ask if they minded... but "bribed" sounds so much more dramatic.
**We're not going to mention how my last mater plan failed miserably.  I'm glad I didn't end up in Toronto madly in love, I don't think that would have made me happy, well, it could of but now that I'm were I am in my life I don't still wish for it.  Things happen or don't happen for a reason, my original master plan failed for a reason.  Something better is in my cards.  It's like that god song by Garth Brooks... What's it called... Unanswered Prayers.   Anyway, this minor master plan is going to work out awesome, I just need to get all the details ironed out.
***Anyone who knows me knows that that is a total and complete crock-of-shit but I'm also a master of denial.  Which makes anything possible.  :-)

Today was just one of the many court dates that the Terrorist has had to deal with regarding this whole custody battle over Little T.

The difference from today and the other days...

Today, he won!

No more annoying court dates, no more dealing with DHS (I think) none of it. 
Super fucking awesome.

Now I need to go find something to wear that's only mildly dirty so we can go out and celebrate.

Vacation is over. 
Nate is sitting over in the C concourse waiting for his boarding time. 
I'm sitting here at Coffee People waiting for the Terrorist to get out of work... or for me to get bored, whichever comes first.
It's different with Nate leaving.  Generally I'm the one to leave and though I am sad that I'm leaving my friends/family I'm also excited to leave Maine/go where ever it is that I'm going that I don't really get all that sad.  That's not the case today. 
Today it's just fucking sad.

We went shopping today which was fun. 
Got a pretty new dress.  Yay!
Even got a compliment from my coworker when I swung by here to get a drink.  (And use the free wifi.)

Just got a call from the Terrorist.  He's going to be here a lot sooner than planned so I'm going to end this.

If I don't procrastinate to much then pictures of the vacation will be up at some point.

I can't sleep.
 
I don't know why I can't sleep because all fucking day I've wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed and take a nice long nap.  Now, it's 2am, I've been in bed for two hours watching a chick flick (which I was supposed to fall asleep during) and after the tears, nose blowing and the "Awwww... I want my life to be like that movie" thoughts... I'm just not feeling the sleep come.*  Yuck. 

Nate got here yesterday.  Since then he's more or less seen every place I've worked/lived since I landed in Portland 2 years ago.  It's been fun.  Tomorrow we're going to do Saturday Market and then I need to work (which sucks, but I think Nate is okay with me not being around to drag him to different places for awhile.)

Yesterday we hung out with the Terrorist for awhile.  I always worry about my friends meeting each other because of the worlds colliding effect.  It's very nerve wracking.  It's worse when it's someone you're dating.  Before now the only boyfriend of mine Nathan had ever met was Chris and well... that went about as badly as possible.  (Maybe not as badly as possible but in the 2.5 years that Chris and I were together I think he and Nate said maybe 50 sentences to each other.)  So, needless to say, when Nate was about to meet the T I was kind of having a minor freak out.  Nathan, the boy(i) who knows the old me, the me I don't like to admit ever existed was meeting the boy who knows very little if anything about that me.  Ugh.  What if they talked?!?!  (Slightly irrational, I know, but pieces of the old me still can be found deep down and occasionally the paranoid, self conscious bitch shows up.)
Anyway, they met, hung out, drank a bit and though my worlds did collide a bit they didn't implode.  Yay.

I need to go get in the shower.**
Latah. 

*Nathan on the other hand is passed out cold and has been for quite some time.  (Possibly drooling even, though you didn't hear it from me.)
**I finally got the sleepies in the middle of blogging last night so I saved and went to bed and picked it up this morning.

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...

My head is throbbing. 
So badly that it kind of makes me want to vomit.

I closed with my manager tonight.  I don't know who's worse.  Her or New Guy.  At least with her I get all the tips and we're generally out of there super early.  She's very much a "go to work to work" type.  Which is cool and all but when it's as slow as it was tonight a little harmless chit chat would make the night go by a bit faster.  Ugh.

Stayed at the Terrorist's house last night.  Got there and was in bed within the hour.  Which is basically what our relationship has been reduced to over the past week or two.  He mentioned it this morning.  How it kind of bothers him that we haven't really gotten to spend much QT together. The comment kind of caught me off guard to be honest.  I don't really know why but it did.  It's not that I hadn't noticed it, it's not that I didn't agree with it, I just hadn't actually admitted it to myself until he vocalized the words.  Because of the whole "incapable of adult relationship's" thing I had tricked myself into thinking that it was just sex that I was missing I didn't even think of the emotional aspect.  Wow, that snuck up and bit me on the ass.  Oh well, life is busy for both of us at the moment and it's only going to get busier.  Which sucks, a lot, but there's not much we can do about it.  Just have to give it time, things will even out after a bit.  I hope.
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Fuck.  It's 230a.  I was supposed to be in bed by two.
I need to go to bed, I have to be downtown at 10a. 
Fuck, that's in less that eight hours. 

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.

It's hot today, again.
Oh well.  I'm tough, I can handle it. 
I really want to go swimming though.

Stayed at the T's last night. 
Got up early because of it.  Did laundry so far and I'd like to clean my room or the living room or something before I get ready for work.

I want some white Christmas lights.
It's cheesy and a tad high school-ish but I think they make great ambient lighting.  Well, at least good (and cheap) ambient lighting.  I'm tired of my room not being mine.  I never really personalized it when I moved in, then Chris moved and I just didn't bother to try because there was his stuff in there. 
He's moving out today or tomorrow. 
It's mine again.
I want to make it pretty.  Wonder where I can find white Christmas lights in July?

Lesley says Wal*mart.  I don't know if they'd have them this time of year. 
I decided the other day that I'm not going to shop there anymore. 
I think I might make one last farewell trip. 
Maybe.