It’s been a very interesting weekend to say the least. One of the best parts of the weekend was finding an awesome antique store with decent prices that had some great pieces I can’t wait to get my hands on for my own DIY project. The only reason nothing was purchased is because I really want to get the garage cleaned up and organized and sectioned for places to actually work on projects. As it stands there really isn’t anywhere for us to do anything so it’s not even an option.

Now, you’re probably wondering what the fuck DIY projects has to do with no longer taking shots. Well, wait a minute, I’m getting to it! Sheesh! Last night we picked up a game called What the F*ck? For those who are not familiar it’s a drinking game, which if done properly- I say this because we made our own rules- will get you hammered pretty quickly. Well let’s put it like this, I suck at this game. Suck bad. So much was the case, I was probably about 3-4 shots ahead of Robby and Kristen.

The game itself is pretty basic. A group of people are given tokens with the letter A on one side and the letter B on another side. The player who’s turn it is, rolls the dice, and the number which comes up is correlated to the question they would be asked by the player to their left, in a book filled with questions. The questions only have two options and the group’s job is to determine which answer the player who’s turn it is, is going to pick. The answer is revealed and anyone who guessed incorrectly must then take a shot based on what the book says that question is worth. We ended up changing it up a bit to taking one shot per incorrect guess, which come to think of it probably bit me in the ass, because some questions do not have drinks attached to them. Whoops!

In any event, you can imagine the results based on the game. I got quite drunk, quite fast and had to work the following morning, which sucked. Thankfully it was just training because if I had to actually interact with customers, I can tell you I would not have survived. Despite the fact that my body hated me for the entire day I had fun and it was good to see Robby join in and get drunk himself because he doesn’t do it often enough or really ever.

Next time though, I’m going with taking a sip of your drink– because shots are not my friend. I learned this a long time ago. I’m not sure why I expected the results to be different this time around.

Current Mood:  drained

Ever since I was chosen for this week’s topic on Daydreamz’s WeBlogIt, I’ve been trying to come up with a reasonable answer to something I’m looking forward to in the future. Despite my attempts to be witty or sarcastic or even remotely interesting, I found that when it boils down to it the future while full of wonder and awe is just not predictable.

Answering the prompt I would say what I look forward to most is the Salt River Tubing trip the weekend of Labor Day. I had a wonderful time last weekend and I realized just how much I miss just going out and enjoying the day with friends. I know it’s far from grandiose and maybe not such a life altering event, but as I grow older I learn that the little things are what seem to mean the most and generally result in the best times.

The future is not promised and as much as we’d like to think that it is for certain things, marriage, friendships—deep down we know that is naïve. So what can we do instead? Enjoy the present and the moments we share with those we love in the process. No one can know for certain what the future can hold, but I know that I’m not going to spend a lifetime worrying about the what ifs. Instead I’m going to spend my life focusing on the here and the now, because after all in the long run that’s all that matters.

Current Mood:  happy

Thank you Trent Horton for your views on Desperate Housewives.

For the first couple of years, I avoided Desperate Housewives, since I saw it as a smutty show with little redeeming value. However, once I began watching it on direct tv hd, I found that there were many positive aspects to outweigh the negative.

Some of the characters on the series are indeed shallow, especially Eva Longoria’s Gabrielle, and every time you turn around there is a seedy affair of some kind going on. But many of these characters have families, and they care about them deeply, whatever their other faults are. Among the most interesting characters are Susan, who is played by Teri Hatcher of “Lois and Clark”, and Lynette, who is portrayed by Felicity Huffman.

Susan is a woman who finds true love in the form of blue-collar Mike, but there are many rocky paths to their happiness. Lynette, initially the frumpiest of the housewives, has to deal with a house full of rambunctious kids with a special talent for irritating their neighbor, the amusingly cantankerous Mrs. McCluskey, portrayed by Kathryn Joosten, who twice won an Emmy for playing the character.

My favorite of all the episodes was the 100th, in which Beau Bridges guest starred as a handyman who gently intervened in the lives of each of the major characters, changing them for the better. This episode alone made me regard it as a much deeper show.

Current Mood:  hungry

I recently had the displeasure of stumbling across a website which made me grimace in disgust—and believe me I do not say this lightly.

As with every new website I stumble upon, I immediately read over the About Me section to get a general idea of the author and to see if we have any of the same interests. What I found lead to this post, here’s why.

The about me page started out as most typically do, with a name, the age of the owner and so on an so far. It went on further to detail some of the issues the author had with their body image, the author’s taste in music, and the video games the author enjoys playing.

Seemingly harmless right? Wrong.

Here’s where it starts to get annoyingly obvious that the author is trying too hard to be cool.

I am a spoiled brat, I can admit it. We didn’t have much money growing up but I still always got what I wanted. I am everyone’s favorite, they just can’t admit it. (: I give Andrew attitude when he doesn’t buy me things like cigarettes or coffee, I know it’s not fair.

So wait, let me get this straight—you’re a spoiled brat, you know this and you’re PROUD of it? Can someone please tell me what the fuck is wrong with that picture and more so, why the fuck anyone would put up with that shit—particularly Andrew¹ who clearly needs to grow some balls and put the bitch in her place.

Oh and wait! It gets even better!

I talk about sex a lot. My boyfriend and I make perverted jokes constantly. I am what they call a nympho. I am ready to go at anytime. I like porn, I prefer girl-on-girl but I watch guy-girl too. I don’t get it nearly as often as I would like it, so I’ll probably complain about it a lot. I have been with a girl. I am experimental, I’ll try anything once. Twice if I like it. I like rough kinky sex. I LOVEEE giving blowjobs. My boyfriend’s pet name for me is “Slut”. I don’t mind. I mention this because I will probably talk about it a lot. I am an adult, what did you expect?

Okay, admittedly there is a portion in my about page in which I divulge my love for sex and my sexual preference, however that is merely a forewarning to my readers that the topic of sex will inevitably come up on my blog and to not be alarmed if it does.

I do not however feel the need to advertise that I LOVEEE giving blowjobs, that I have been with a girl, or that I am a nympho and am ready to go anytime. Nor do I feel the need to state that I love rough kinky sex or that my husband’s pet name for me is SLUT² and that since I am an adult, you should expect it³.

I am familiar with this tactic, because I have seen it countless times over the net and loosely⁴ translated it says, “HI, LOOK AT ME! GIVE ME ATTENTION NOW.”

Newsflash, adults do not do that or feel the need to. Adults do not feel the need to advertise their preferences, what they love to do and how they like their sex because at some point we all realized the need to call attention to yourself is pathetic, tired, and old. She might as well have just put her phone number down while she was at it because believe me I got the picture and so did that 40 something year old pervert who just bookmarked your website for future reference.

Oh wait, I guess she got what she wanted. Mission accomplished, you are so effin’ cool.

Not.

1. Her boyfriend.
2. No, my husband does not call me slut. He actually has respect for me.
3. I wasn’t aware adults did this. Were you?
4. Pun definitely intended.

Current Mood:  bitchy

Recently Robby and I discussed what to do about his computer because he hardly ever uses it. Usually he defaults to his tablet because that’s what he uses for school so his desktop kind of just sits there.

Some of the options we considered was getting him a gaming laptop for his games and also an iPad. The problem we faced with the iPad is that he can’t really use it for school because it wouldn’t really be feasible to use the touch pad to write a paper and as of now we don’t think there are any ipad accessories that have a full keyboard.

Given the options, it’s either he keeps the desktop and uses it occasionally or we can get the gaming laptop which he can still utilize for his papers and the iPad or we skip the iPad and he just utilizes the gaming laptop for everything. We’re still not sure at this point what direction we want to go. The gaming laptop seems to be the most obvious because it encompasses all his needs, but he really, really wants an iPad.

Ugh, why are men so fucking difficulty? Pick one and be happy with it. You don’t need both, amirite?

Current Mood:  aggravated

I’ve always been HUGE on document management. It is particularly important given that I manage several documents because of school and losing a single document could result in being late on an assignment which just isn’t okay.

How do I manage my documents? Folders! Folders are your friends. I have a specific folder labeled as School and in that folder are sub-folders for each of the classes that I’m taken or have taken. Within those folders are folders labeled Assignments so that I will never run into any issues trying to locate an assignment that is due.

On top of that I have another sub-folder labeled Text which contains all of the PDFs that are sections of my text which are necessary to complete my assignments. It might sound like a lot BUT to be honest it’s such a time saver. I don’t have to ever utilize the search function on windows nor do I ever freak out wondering where an assignment has gone or where a piece of text has gone in the midst of completely an assignment.

So here’s my question for you—how do you manage your documents on your computer? Why do you utilize that method or methods?

Current Mood:  accomplished

Today has been an exceptionally long day. Lili managed to hurt herself while trying to jump down from the bed and as a result, I had to leave work early to go with Kristen to the vet. The appointment was at 2:30 and we were there until around 3ish before they took her back for x-rays.

We were told that it should take about an hour so we headed out to grab something to eat because we were starving. We’d initially tried to locate a restaurant so we could kill more time but after passing numerous buildings from dentistry’s to spa places and even places dealing with steel for steel buildings, we gave up and just went to Del Taco.

Even after Del Taco, she wasn’t ready so we walked around Target for a bit where I picked up one of my favorite books from my childhood A Wrinkle in Time and the blu-ray Seven Pounds which was only $9.99. Finally after about an hour or so we decided to head back to the vet even though we hadn’t heard anything from them and as we were pulling in, we finally got a call saying she was ready.

Thankfully, there were no broken bones and it was just soft tissue damage. The vet gave her some morphine to help manage the pain for the next several days and we headed home. We left the house around 1:45pm and got home a little before 7:00pm. It’s been an excruciatingly long day… and on that note, I’m going to watch some tv and crash. G’nite.

Current Mood:  exhausted

For those of you who are members on Ecstasy, you’re fully aware of what this post will entail. However, for those who aren’t, let’s just put it like this– my ALL time favorite holiday has been ruined by news which is was only made worse by the fact that Robby and I will yet again be separated for several days. Yeah, I know it’s sad– but don’t cry for me minions, I’ll deal.

Last week, Robby came home to tell me that he was once again driving across the country. Why you wonder? Because my sister-in-law decided to apply for a job in San Diego and is now moving back in with my mother-in-law. Now, I wouldn’t be bothered by this if the entire event had been discussed with me, but it wasn’t so I was infuriated. I still have yet to hear from her regarding kidnapping my husband for a few days to drive her across the country. Why am I bothered by this? Because not once did she think to include me in her planning. She did not contact me to say, “Hey, is it okay if your husband helps to drive me and my husband across the country?” It’s not like Robby is single. He has a family– albeit, it’s just me, but still he has a WIFE to consider, so when he told me what was going on, I was LIVID and actually if I’m honest, still am.

The reason it bothers me so much is a, it’s rude, and b she knows her brother. She knows he is crappy in the memory and planning department so what would have happened if I had something planned that I told him about but he forgot¹? Is he than supposed to cancel because she decided to be a selfish bitch and not bother to check with me first? So, yes I am HIGHLY aggravated about the entire situation and not in the less bit happy.

Now I bet you’re all wondering where in the hell Thanksgiving fits into all this. Simple. Thanksgiving is MY holiday. It always has been. Since we’ve been out here, except last year² my mother-in-law has come out every year to celebrate with us. However, now that my sister-in-law and her husband are moving back in with her that means they’ll be out here too. Now don’t get me wrong, I love my sister-in-law, BUT I can only stand her presence in VERY small doses. The last time she was out here I was ready to lose my mind and damn near on the verge of killing someone³. So in the span of a very short work my holiday has been ruined and oh yeah there’s the fact that she’s kidnapping my husband and I still have yet to hear from her. Bitch.

1. This happens frequently.
2. It was my sister-in-law’s wedding.
3. Namely her husband who at the time was still her fiance.

Current Mood:  aggravated

For those who know me they know that I hardly ever get angry. I get annoyed and irritated, but that NEVER translates into anger. In fact for the most part, given my heritage and background¹ I generally keep a cool head, unless you happen to catch me at the peak of my annoyance or irritation, in which case if I do snap, I apologize for my actions after the fact.

However, despite my upbringing I have learned that anger gets you no where. I watched my mother and dad spend years angry at each other². Hell, I spent years angry at my mother for not being the mother she should have been and even though it took me years to learn that anger is pointless, I was eventually able to realize that anger and grudges are a HUGE waste of energy and ultimately serves no other purpose than to bring a constant cloud of negativity in your life. I don’t know about anyone else, but I’d rather enjoy all that life has to offer than wallow in darkness because of it.

In terms of friendships, given that my last entry was very vague on the recent cutting of ties, I’ve always felt that when I felt that this was the route I needed to take, I’ve always done so amicably³. Generally, when I decide it’s time to walk away, I never do so in anger or hate. I’m never spiteful or vengeful and am usually in fact quite the contrary: enlightened. The last person I recently cut out of my life, I did so because I realized that perhaps the person I thought she was, was not the person she was. More specifically, I spoke of fake pretenses, not that she was fake per say, rather that she didn’t necessarily care as much about me as I did her. Did it hurt when I came to that realization? Sure, but that’s life. People get hurt and often its by the people we love or care for most; however despite that we all have a choice as to how we react and after years of seeing the people I love spend their lives angry and bitter and my knowledge that anger and grudges don’t do a whole lot a good, I made the choice to say farewell and wish her the best in her future endeavors.

Life is so much more than the negativity, the anger, and the grudges. There’s too much to live for to hold on to what others did that hurt us. I’m not saying forget because it’s always a lesson learned; all I’m saying is move on and cherish the positive moments so you can enjoy what life has to offer you because at the end of it all if you don’t, the only thing you’ll be filled with is regret and that my friends would be a shame.

1. My parents were very hot headed, short fused individuals.
2. Hell, they’re still angry.
3. Minus a certain friend, which for those who hear the story understand why I was angry.

Current Mood:  relaxed

For those who know me, they know that I am a firm believer that EVERYTHING happens for a reason and while it’s not always certain why that reason is, as time goes on that reason or reasons reveal themselves. For me, I’m glad that in this particular case it was sooner rather than later.

In the past few days I have decided that it was best to cut certain people out of my life after realizing that they never really gave a damn about me or the friendship that we once had. I can say with quite certainty though it is a HUGE relief because at least now I know and the fake pretenses which clearly surrounded the entire friendship to begin with can be dropped. That and that’s one less crazy I have to deal with! I get enough of those at work, thank you very much!

In other news, Kristen and I have decided to reorganize the kitchen. I’ve been wanting to do it for some time but I just couldn’t fathom doing the task alone, so I’m glad that I’ll have someone to help me with it. I’m actually pretty excited and I think along with the kitchen reorganization we can also try and paint the back wall like I’ve been wanting to do. I’m actually really excited about it and I think it will be a relief to scratch that off my list of things to do.

Next up is going to be the garage, but I don’t plan on tackling that until September when it starts to cool down because it is entirely too hot right now, so that will come in due time. I’m excited though because it’s nice to have another person with my mindset around to get things done. As much as I love Robby he’s the “I have an awesome idea” type and starts to work on it, loses motivation and stops. It’s good to have someone to kick me in the ass if/when that happens to me.

All in all, despite everything that has happened in the past few days I’m content and happy with the direction my life is headed. Having Kristen here has really helped with my sour mood of late, I am on a different path with Rochelle and honestly hope that this time around things are different, I continually get closer to Jenn and Meeka Micah Moo Moo Choo Choo and I have a group of friends who are always there for me no matter what. Friends, who I can call out when they’re being down right retarded, without issue or fear they’ll stop being my friends, and friends who understand that even I make mistakes, but I’ll always make a point to apologize when I’m in the wrong; that’s more than I can say for others and for that I am so grateful.

Current Mood:  loved

One of the reasons Robby loves me so much is I’m not one of those females who wants or needs Prada handbags. In fact I’m much more content with the latest piece of tech than anything that a lot of girls I grew up with own.

For instance, I am currently absolutely excited to be getting a new mouse to fit my gaming needs. The must itself is soooo smexy, that I am seriously contemplating having babies with it. No, seriously it’s that’s AWESOME.

The mouse that I’m going to be getting is the Razer Naga. It has 17 mouse buttons that I can bind when playing and given that I rolled a Holy Priest in WoW and also have Cleric in Aion, this mouse is going to be soooo awesome and useful when it comes to my healing spells.

I know that my geekiness has come out feel force, but I can’t help it. I seriously cannot wait to get my hands on it and you can bet when I do that I’m probably going to piss myself¹. Yes, ladies and gents it’s that’s fucking awesome.

Seriously, if you don’t believe me go check it out? Believe me now?

1. Okay, maybe not literally, but figueratively?

Current Mood:  excited

Let me start off by saying that this is probably going to piss some people off and if you’re among some of those people then you’re exactly who I’m talking about- so it might be a good idea to think about evaluating the reasons that you’re pissed off, when to me they’re unjust reasons to begin with. Alright, moving on.

You know for the longest time when someone would tell me that I was being distant or I was closing people out, I felt bad about it. I genuinely felt like a jerk for being such a crappy friend and would go out of my way to reach out to those that I had been “ignoring” and worked really had to strike up a conversation and keep that conversation going.

Then today something dawned on me– why should I? Why should I feel obligated to try and reach out to others because their feelings got hurt that I don’t talk to them on a semi-regular to regular basis? What does it matter that I don’t feel the need to IM people every single day to make them feel as if I’m not being distant or closed off? I mean honestly, why?

Newsflash, for those who didn’t know– I hardly talk with my family on semi-regular to regular basis, so please enlighten me as to what makes you so damn special that I should feel obligated or that you should feel that I should feel obligated to reach out to you? What makes you more important than my family who, while I do love dearly, I freely admit can go months without talking to them? Course, I get reprimanded for it after the fact, but they have that RIGHT cause they’re FAMILY.

And on a more personal, semi-related note, I am tired of being told I do not try hard enough to communicate and hold a conversation, because when I do try, I get very limited responses and the conversation just dies. So for those of you who continue to throw the, “you’re a shitty friend for not reaching out to me”, etc card, please familiarize yourself with the following:

Because guess what? I am.

Current Mood:  accomplished

One of the biggest relationship killers (well at least in my opinion¹) is often taking your significant other for granted. The little things done out of love are expected and overlooked which often results in resentment.

For the most part, while I wouldn’t say I resent Robby, he is hurting me with his attitude of late. When he makes dinner every night I make a point to say thank you because I realize he doesn’t have to and he does it because he enjoys it and loves me. Now I will openly admit that I didn’t always use to thank him for his actions, but after a few tiffs here and there and his continual mention of feeling unappreciated for making dinner, I made more of an effort to recognize what he does.

I can’t say the same for him when it comes to me and it hurts. A LOT.

Yesterday when he came home and saw that the leftovers from last night had not been put away, he started slamming drawers and cabinets which only lead to my anger and frustration so I told him to just forget it and not worry about making dinner. He stormed off in a huff saying, “FINE!” and went upstairs.

After I calmed down, I went upstairs to talk to him and told him that he acts more like a girl then I do because instead of just telling me what’s wrong he starts slamming shit which only serves to piss me off. So he says to me, “I asked you to put the food away last night.” and I said, “Um, I didn’t hear you say that.” and he follows by saying, “Well, I said that and you all got up and so I assumed you had heard me.” I laughed and said, “We all got up to wash the dishes and clean up the kitchen because you had cooked dinner.”

Finally we were able to resolve that little issue, but then he and I got into it again later and to be honest I’m not even sure what it was about, but his negative attitude and lack of appreciation for what does get done finally took its toll and I broke down crying last night while he slept. I just feel like what I do it’s never good enough. I can do one thing but it doesn’t matter because that didn’t get done so it negates any of the effort that I put in.

I’m just tired and hurt and fed up of feeling like it’s never enough, more specifically I’m never enough. A thank you goes a long way and I don’t think that it’s too much to ask—but maybe I’m wrong?

1. Cause we know mine’s the only one that counts.

Current Mood:  depressed

I hate to be the first to admit it, but when Robby is away I do become very despondent and incapable of doing anything other than moping around. It’s very debilitating and I hate it, but I guess in a lot of aspects, I’ve come to accept it as it is.

I think part of my separation anxiety is due largely in part as to how I grew up. My dad was in the Navy for 20 years and it wasn’t uncommon for him to go on cruises for 6 months at the very least and I suppose because of that, I find myself unable to deal with separation from Robby. Despite it all, I still push myself past the overwhelming need to just curl up in bed and not move until he gets back, but it’s not easy.

On another note, I want to thank Tawni for busting her ass on this amazingly fabulous layout. I wish I still had the creativity I had years ago to be able to come up with a concept for a layout, but sadly it seems that is lost to me. I envy her ability to take a color scheme and create a brillant concept from it. I wish I still had the ability to do the same. Even still I adore the layout and I hope you do as well. If anything needs to be changed at all, please let me know and I’ll see what I can do to make a few changes.

On a more rant related note (those who are gamers will appreciate this), I was in a PUG today in Aion, helping my little sister out because they had lost their Cleric and things were going well until the final boss. We had 2 templars, a Chanter, a Ranger, and a Cleric. The boss dropped a pretty sweet staff which was an upgrade from mine that everyone passed on except myself, my sister, and one of the templars which was bullshit. Everyone who didn’t have any use for the staff passed except for the dip shit templar who when I asked if I could have the staff, asked for a helm which I passed on because I didn’t need it. So the other templar who won the helm fair and square and had commented previously about how Mr. Jackass Templar shouldn’t have rolled on it was nice enough to tell Mr. Jackass Templar to give me the staff and he’d give him the helm he won.

Shortly after that, Mr. Awesome Templar ended up hearthing and then logging out because he was upset and with damn good reason. So I pretty much have decided never to group with Mr. Jackass Templar because I fucking cannot stand assholes who don’t know how to play the game appropriately. Other gamers, your thoughts? Would you have rolled on something when you saw that two of your party members clearly had use for it and you didn’t?

Well now that I’m done ranting and raving about that, it’s time for me to call it a night. I have a full day of work tomorrow and I need to get back on a decent schedule. G’nite!

Current Mood:  lonely

So, I realize that I keep saying this over and over again, but I still cannot get over the fact that it is the last day of June! Most importantly, I cannot get over the fact that I was able to successfully manage to blog every day for another month. It’s a bit crazy to think on, especially given that I’ve actually blogged more then I needed to because I had paid blogs to do as well. Even despite the craziness and the fact that I was pretty much ready to call it quits into the second week, I’m pretty damn proud of myself– as I should be, thank you very much.

The best part of all this? Is that I also managed to meet the minimum post word requirement each time which I know was really difficult for a lot of people. I won’t lie and say that writing at least 300 words each time was easy, but you can bet your ass that I pushed myself for it and now I can look back next year and see the fruit of my labor– which, come to think about it isn’t really much. Damn. Oh well, at least I won’t have to worry about coming up with something to write tomorrow and my poor head can rest. Plus! You’ll get better blogs since I won’t be completely blogged out and just ramble on for the sake of it– oh shit, I’m doing that now.

In any event for those who participated, good job and for those who managed to blog every day of June, great job, and for those who managed to be awesome like me and not only blog every day of June but also meet the minimum 300 word, no protected post requirement– spectacular job! You deserve a cookie, but don’t expect one from me.

Current Mood:  accomplished

It’s a little astonishing to believe that the year is half over. It seems like yesterday that we were just beginning 2010 and now we’re halfway through it. It’s exciting but also a bit depressing at the same time because there’s the realization that I am actually getting older and that my parents were right when they said kids grow up too fast. It never feels that way when you’re younger, but now looking back it seems as if the years just flew by and here I am today: married and thinking of starting my own family.

So far this year has been great. After every thing that happened in 2008 and the time spent to try and rebuild everything that had crumbled in 2009, it feels great to have a year where things seem to be going to smoothly and the relationship I have with Robby is stronger then ever, though others might feel that it should have deteriorated long ago. I’m lucky and fortunate to have a great man in my life that loves me unconditionally and values the relationship we have. Sometimes I have to stop and catch my breath because I can’t believe how lucky I am and worry that it may all just be an illusion and yet, he’s always there to remind me that’s not the case at all.

It still saddens me to see so many that I love and care for in relationships where they’re hurting and unhappy. Worse still, I feel helpless to do anything for them and I wish I had the power to make it all better– to fast forward through the hard, dark times so that they can be greeted by the dawn, just as I was. Instead, all I can offer is a helping hand and an ear that will listen and a heart that understands. For those of you struggling to fight through the darkness, know that there is a light at the end of the tunnel. I lived it and I survived and I know you will too.

Current Mood:  jubilant

So I just spent the past 3 1/2 hours working on a powerpoint presentation that covered Judaism that was supposed to be geared towards children ages 9-14. Personally for me, if I was a child that age I would find it a bit overwhelming considering all the information I was suppose to go over. It was a bit ridiculous and I’m glad it’s over. I honestly wonder where they get the idea that assignments like these make sense to do, because honestly if I was that age my first thought would be, and I care why? So yes, apologies to anyone who has to be inflicted with the crappy assignment that they gave me.

Thankfully, I have my own resident Jew who was able to give me a bit more detailed information that was not found in the text! Instead of having to look up additional information, I merely had to IM Hillary and she was able to tell me what I needed to know. Speaking of Judaism, I would make a terrible Jew. No, I am not kidding. I am sorry but for me to be considered unclean during my menstrual period and unable to have sex with Robby for 7 days after my period, that just would not fly. I would have HUGE issues with that, though come to think of it, he would too, lol.

In any event for those who really practice Judaism to its fullest, kudos to you for having that type of commitment. It still baffles me that there are actually people who live that way but then I suppose if you were raised in that manner, anything else would seem alien, so maybe it’s just really an outsider looking in thinking that it is absolutely, positively crazy. Okay, yeah that’s exactly what it is, but that’s beside the point, especially when my resident Jew, feels the same as I do.

Current Mood:  accomplished

Ever since I decided to reactivate my Aion account, this has lead Robby to insist reactivating his WoW account. We ended up using the paid blogging money I had earned to do so and he’s paid probably a total of 5 hours if that since he’s activated it. Want to know how many hours I’ve played? Probably over 100. My raptr account says 52 hours in the past 2 days and given that I activated it on the 18 and have been playing consistently every day, I’m pretty sure I’ve probably broken 100 hours.

Now, don’t get me wrong, it’s nice that he’s not addicted and can do other things, but at the same time it is a bit irritating that he’s only played about 5 hours at most since he activated it on the same day I did. I mean, I get it, he’s tired, he’s busy, so on and so forth, but it’s a bit frustrating to see him activate something and then decide he’s going to go watch a movie when there’s an account sitting there that has hardly been touched.

I know, I know count your blessings and I am, but I’m also a firm believer in bang for your buck and I’m sorry we did not just spend $15 for the month to have him play a total of 20 hours if not less considering the rate he’s going. So right now, he’s playing because I insisted and had to politely remind him that hello, we paid for you to play so effing play. /end rant

Tomorrow is my Friday and I am sooo happy about that too. I feel as if this week as dragged on and I’m not sure why. You’d think given all the game playing I’m doing to pass the time during work, I’d feel like it just flew by, but I think in large part one of the reasons it’s dragged is cause Jenn and I have hardly talked this week :(.

I miss my bestie.

Current Mood:  bored

It’s no secret that people are drawn to me. I’m not saying this because I’m egotistical or vain¹; it’s a known fact and to this day I’m still not sure why. If you ask me if I thought I am interesting or have a life of interest at the very least, I would probably laugh before shaking my head and sputtering, “No.” Truth be told, I think I’m one of the most boring people in the world².

My life isn’t luxurious or even remotely close to it, it’s probably as normal as normal can get—whatever that means.

I wonder in large part if part of the reason some find me so interesting is because I just don’t care. When I say I don’t care, I mean that I honestly do not care what people think of me or how I live my life. My goal in life isn’t to please them so why should I? I think if people had more of my mindset, they’d find that they’d enjoy life much better—or at the very least wouldn’t spend countless moments of their life wondering if they said or did something wrong.

If you were to ask me how and when I accomplished such a feat of having such a nonchalant attitude towards those who feel the need to judge my ever footstep or hell your every footstep, I honestly do not know. I have been this way for as long as I can remember, which poised a problem for some of my friends in high school, but oh wait what’s that? Right, I didn’t care and still don’t.

In the end the only person I have to answer to at the end of the day is myself and my husband, who ironically enough has the same mindset I do; life shouldn’t be spent constantly wondering if people approve of you or what they think of you, it should be spent following the morals and standards that you have set for yourself.

It’s time to stop living in a world where you have to have the approval of other people for completion, because honestly if that’s the way you think, you’re never going to find the value of who you and thus will never find anyone who finds the value of who you are either.

1. Okay, so maybe just a little.
2. Minus that hermit living in the cave.

Current Mood:  contemplative

You know it’s a little interesting how the Universe seems to just know when to make things right. It’s also a little bit disconcerting if I think on it a lot, but I’ve always been raised to count my blessings and so I am.

In my previous post, I spoke about a friend in dire need of someone to just be there for her physically. She’s in a long distance relationship with her husband (I do not envy the life of a military wife) so despite the façade she puts on, she’s beyond lonely and the hurt she feels every day if spoken would speak volumes; and while our daily video chats were helping, it can only do so much before that bitter taste of loneliness settles in once more.

Today when I awoke, I checked out SlickDeals which is generally the case every day and the very first post was that Southwest was having a deal on airline tickets to commemorate their birthday. The only catch? I had to book by Thursday. Obviously this was an issue because we have not yet gotten paid but after looking at flights and seeing how incredibly cheap they were and the fact that I wouldn’t have to take time off if I went (minus the day I fly out), I talked to Robby about it and my loving, understanding husband agreed to let me put the ticket on the credit card and fly out in September.

First of all, I am beyond excited and while it’s true that I already feel like I have met Jenn, it will be nice to actually meet her. Does that make sense? Plus there is the fact that we only spent $180 for a roundtrip ticket which makes it even better! That’s cheaper then what I spent to see Danika nearly 3 years ago, though if I’m honest that was still a really good deal.

So yes, this year is turning out phenomenally! Danika will be here in a few days (ZOMG, Robby flies out in 11 days), Robby got promoted and with that a raise, I made another awesome friend who I’ve grown really close to in a short period of time and consider my bestie (which is rare for those who know me), my sister is out here this summer, and now I get to meet my bestie.

I’m on cloud nine and so fucking lucky.

It’s okay, I’d be jealous too.

Current Mood:  ecstatic