I woke up this morning and was tired as hell. I kept waking up in the middle of the night from crazy dreams so I didn't sleep all that much but you know what? I am in a damn good mood today :) It's gonna be a good day... And whoever tries to change that is not going to succeed....
Have a good one everyone!!
I was playing with my camera while getting ready for work and snapped this pic... Do I look happy?
I cannot lie...
Last week was the hardest time I have had in my recent life. I went through entirely too many emotions and had an over abundance of crazy thoughts racing in this off the wall mind of mine.
But that's all over...
Michael is home...
Now life can get back to what its supposed to be. A week in the hospital on top of a few other things that happened really took a toll on the both of us so now that its all over, he and I can get back to what we do best and that is just being with each other.
I love this man...
I love this man more than I ever thought was humanly possible... I know I have said this before but its amazing how much you really realize something when staring in the face of adversity. When you think there is even the slightest possibility everything will not turn on positively it really makes you re-evaluate a lot in your life.
He always says you have to keep on keepin' on (okay he stole it from Joe Dirt...but whatever) and he is right. Focusing on everything negative does no good. All it does is make you insane, brings you down and makes life, along with everything in it, more difficult.
So I have now made it my mission to do everything I can to remain focused and positive. There was a time when I wouldn't have been able to do it but now that I have someone in my life who sees the beauty in everything its going be that much easier...
I am so thankful...
I am counting my lucky stars....
Michael sent me this and I love it... Check it out... It speaks volumes...
Well another day is gone and another day he is still in the hospital. As it turns out he has a pretty bad staph infection so they are pumping him up on all sorts of stuff to try and get rid of it all.
For those of you unfamiliar with diabetes, when someone with this disease gets an infection, it takes them 5 times as long for there body to rid itself of it and that usually requires help such as medication.
Michael is still in a lot of pain but he is going to be fine. I know he is sick and tired of being stuck in the hospital and that I understand. It's uncomfortable. You have no privacy and it tends to be loud. Every time he tries to sleep in walks someone to poke and prod at him. It sucks and its no fun.
The pain killers they are giving him only work so much and that bothers me because I can just see how badly he hurts. If I could take it all away, I would do it without a second thought...
I have stayed with him as late as I can each night to keep him company as he is incredibly bored. I look in his eyes and I just see and feel the frustration and it breaks my heart.
He has only been here a month and is in the hospital. How is that for a Welcome To Kansas City for you???
He is looking forward to coming home soon... Hopefully this weekend but it just depends on how well his body responds to the medication. I am missing him around here like crazy. Now that he is here with me every second he is gone just eats at me.
Now I am off to bed. I am exhausted :)
Take care everyone and have a good night!
Reality..
This is one of those words which is kind of like a double edged sword. Sometimes reality is good and sometimes it's bad. The only problem is you just never know which one is going to hit you at any given moment.
Today my reality is blurred.
Today my reality is not good.
Today my reality sucks.
Last night Michael and I were having a great time together. We sat and watched some TV and just enjoyed each others company. I love spending time with him. He always makes things fun and exciting. He has a unique perspective on life and everything in the world around him and that is one of the main reasons I fell head over heels in love with the man.
Around 9:30 last night Michael told me he was feeling nauseated and he felt like he could get sick. It concerned me a little bit because he hasn't been feeling very good since his move up here last month. Unfortunately, with him having diabetes I think the stress of the move and the change in climate has really done a number on my baby. We both feel as time passes it will get better.
However, a few minutes later he ended up getting sick. Now this is when I began to get a little more worried. I know how much he hates to get sick and I also know that does not happen very often.
And then he got sick again...
And again...
And again...
About an hour and a half later, after trying to do everything possible to stabilize him he begged me to call an ambulance. I did. At 11:15 last night the EMT's were in my home and basically telling him there was nothing they could do other than take him to the hospital.
Since the hospital is literally 3 blocks from my house, the EMT's helped get him into my car and off to the hospital we went.
Last night was scary for me. I know it was nothing compared to what Michael's body is going through but it was still scary. There was nothing I could do for him except try everything I possibly could to make him feel comfortable. The amount of pain he was in was unbearable. He was sweating so much from his body temperature fluctuating so much that his clothes looked as though he had gone swimming in them. The uncontrollable vomiting was so violent. After doing it so much everything that came up was nothing but blood.
I was lost. I couldn't help the one person in the world I love above everyone else. I had to sit there and watch. It hurt. It hurt so fucking bad.
I think God is tired of hearing from me. I think he is tired of me begging to make him better. But guess what God? I am not going to stop.... I can't.... I need him well... He needs to be well....
I seriously do not know how much more his body can take. He has been through so much in his life and knowing this makes me worry all the more. Michael is strong. Oh my God he is unbelievably strong but his body???
Pretty much all I can say is they have decided to keep him. They have not told me what is going on with him as they really do not know themselves. I have been told there will be lots of testing he will be going through. When I know more I will post it here.
Please cross your fingers...say a prayer... whatever you can... He would never in a million years admit it, but he needs it....
I was reading BarDouble29's post about dating and it got my brain going.
Dating is horrible.
Dating sucks..
It's like one long never ending job interview.
Frankly, I would rather have my foot caught in a bear trap and then try and free myself by gnawing off my limb rather than ever start over in the dating scene.
Sometimes you get lucky and the person you are on the date with is fun and interesting but then you get the crazy weirdo's. There is no happy medium in the dating world. It's either good or bad. It's never not bad...
Well her post got me thinking back to one creepy weirdo I got set up on a blind date with. At the time I was working at a rather large bank. I had been there several years and I worked in a small unit which had given me the opportunity to get to know my co-workers pretty closely. In fact, some of them were very good friends of mine.
A couple of these friends had decided they wanted to set me up on a blind date because it had been awhile since I had gone out with anyone. Frankly, I wasn't really interested in dating anyone. My son was very young and I just didn't have the desire or motivation but I agreed anyway.
I was told this man was very hot and gainfully employed as a chef! Now tell me that doesn't sound good to a single mother? I mean seriously, being a single mother you are not just looking to go and date. Anyone you meet you scrutinize as a potential life long partner. It cannot be helped. It's that maternal instinct taking over.
Anyway besides being very hot and employed he was supposed to be very funny and was looking for a long term relationship.
Fuckin' Kick Ass.... Let's Do IT!!!
So the date was set up for a week and a half later. One of my friends even agreed to take my son so I wouldn't have to find a babysitter. It was going to be fantastic.
I went out that day and got my hair done and bought some new clothes just for the occasion. Damn I couldn't wait for 6 o'clock to roll around.
About 5 minutes before 6 he got there. I love it.. Early! Everyone loves someone who is punctual right? Especially on a first date right?
I opened up the door to my apartment and he was not bad looking at all. He was tall. I would say 6'1 with blond hair and blue eyes. He also had a mustache and anyone who knows me knows I have a big thing about facial hair. I love it.. It's incredibly sexy..
So far so good...
We talked for a couple of minutes then headed out the door.
I step outside to see waiting in the parking lot a brand new Red Firebird. It was absolutely beautiful.
Am I dreaming? Is this guy for real? So far he seems too good to be true...
On the way to the restaurant we talked about all sorts of things. The conversation wasn't completely forced. It wasn't totally comfortable but not horrible either. I mean we had never met nor talked before so I guess that was to be expected somewhat.
One of the things he mentioned was the fact he hated rude people. He always felt everyone should be considerate of others. He hated swearing too. He told me there is never a good enough reason for anyone to swear when there are so many other words in the world people could use that would get the point across just the same.
I was a little blown away by that. Hell I swear like a sailor so in my scrutinizing this man I knew I would have to re-evaluate somethings about myself if we decided to see each other after this date.
We get to the restaurant and sit down. He asks if I have a problem with a man ordering for me. I said no. This would be interesting. Let's see what he does. Hell he is a chef so he should be good at this.
He ordered me a steak, lobster and shrimp.
Incredible... He isn't cheap either... I am in heaven!
He ended up ordering the exact same thing.
We carried on with more small talk until the food came. We just basically talked about my life and his. It gave us a little more insight into each other. We laughed. I was having a great time.
Then the food came.
As we started to eat we didn't really talk that much. I noticed he was really into his food and I mean really into it. At first I just thought okay, this guy is a chef and he really appreciates good quality food so I will just go with it.
Another minute passed and I notice this guy is sweating. Just a little bead of sweat that trickled down from his hairline across his cheek.
Then it became a little bit more. He was glistening. It seemed odd to me. I couldn't quit sneaking glances at him because every single time I looked, he was sweatier.
All of a sudden, I started hearing little moaning sounds. At first I was a little taken back because I thought it was him but I couldn't be sure. Then they got a little louder. And when I saw his eyes pretty much rolling into the back of his head I started to wonder.
Here is this fairly attractive guy sitting across from me sweating like he is running a marathon and moaning while eating his food. He is enjoying himself but a little too much. I swear it was like he was about to have an orgasm. I have seen people sweat while they eat and I don't have a problem with that but when it's so much that his shirt is starting to become wet it gave me the creeps. I actually sat there for a moment and tried to envision what sex with this guy would be like. The only conclusion I could come up with is that while he would be sweating and enjoying himself way to much I would drown.
That's not good. Who wants to die during sex..???
So there was no conversation during dinner unless you call moaning great company and he sweats so much he looks like he has been swimming, I was seriously starting to consider whether or not I even wanted a second date.
But....
We left and went to see a movie. Everything went back to the way it was. We talked and laughed again. It wasn't half bad.
After the movie we headed for the car. When we came up on it you could see there was a piece of paper on the hood. What happened now floored the hell out of me...
"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT ON MY CAR? DON'T PEOPLE HAVE ANY RESPECT FOR OTHER PEOPLES GOD DAMN PROPERTY ANYMORE? THIS REALLY FUCKING PISSES ME OFF!"
With that he pulled the paper off, waded it up and threw it at the car parked next to him. He was red and I mean so red he was almost glowing.
Now wait... didn't this guy say earlier that he didn't think there was a reason for anyone to swear ever? What the fuck happened to that guy?
And why get so pissed off about a piece of paper on your car? Good LORD!
So between the sweaty nastiness, the love affair he was having with his plate and the uncontrollable swearing about his car, I knew right then and there I would not be seeing this guy again....
I love insane people. They make the world more colorful and interesting don't they?
Today it started snowing! I love the snow! It creates a peaceful and serene feeling yet makes you want to roll around in it and go sledding. Here are some pictures from us driving around in it all today :)
I really enjoy the snow a great deal but today was better because I got to watch Michael revel in it. Tomorrow we are going sledding and I cannot wait. I should have some interesting pictures for you too...
Caleb armed with an Air-Soft rifle on his way to the car...
Michael enjoying the snow :)I would first like to point out that I am truly not a bitch (no matter what NV says). I am actually a pretty likable person who gets along with anyone. But does it make me a bad person for wanting to kick an old man down a flight of stairs?
Seriously...
Does this make me rotten, evil and horribly mean?
I work with a man who is 73 years old. He actually retired several years ago and has chosen to stay on and work which I always found to be very admirable.
For the longest time I thought he was an incredibly hard worker not to mention an extremely nice man.
Well, those of you who follow my blog know the company I work for closed down all of their stores back in October. What that meant for me and this old man was we were going to be working at the corporate office and manufacturing facility from that point on.
Unfortunately, the other employees were let go. He and I were the only 2 they bought back to the main facility. Good for us but bad for them.
Anyway, when we first made the transition it was very smooth. I still had it in my mind that this man was just a really cool old guy. Yes he is set in his ways but who in the fuck isn't right? He has some very old fashioned ways about him that I really liked. I was able to carry on a great conversation with him and that is very important to me.
I always loved his work ethic. His customers really seemed to love him and he bent over backwards to make sure they got what they needed when they needed it. Not to mention he is VERY knowledgeable in the world of paint. Whenever I had a question, he was the one I went to more than anyone else because of his length of time in the business. Basically, I looked up to him.
However, a few months have passed since this transition and I have had the chance to really watch this man work in ways I have never seen before.
I have found out he doesn't know what the fuck he is talking about.
He is a mean, grumpy and miserable old man. He yells at people and refuses to listen to anyone around him who is merely being helpful. I can understand that he may not want people to get the impression he is too old to figure shit out but there has to be a fine line somewhere.
He can't match paint to save his life and he mistints the hell out of everything. Very bad for business. You cannot have customers walking out the door thinking they are getting what they ordered when in fact they did not. They received the exact opposite.
He thinks he can do as he pleases whenever he pleases. This old geezer does nothing all day long. He walks around the warehouse with a cup of coffee in his hands and harasses the guys who are working their asses off.... including myself whenever I happen to be down there.
He refuses to follow rules. Okay, I am a rule breaker. I think my previous posts have established that however, there are certain things you just cannot do and he does them anyway. When you work around hazardous materials you have no choice but to be careful or you could kill yourself or someone else. So there are rules you MUST follow.
Well in the last few weeks I have gotten to see the real dark side of this miserable old miser. I swear to God he pisses vinegar. I now view him as the type of man who would intentionally scare little kids to death for his own personal enjoyment. I even made a comment the other day when he seemed to be in a good mood that he must have run over a child on the way to work because he was so damn chipper.
But I have had my fill of this man calling me up and cursing at me because he doesn't like the way things are going. Or following me around the office and or warehouse bitching about how bad he has it. I am tired of this old fuck getting up in my face and trying to assert his "I am man so hear me roar lowly woman" attitude.
Its part of my job to question why he does things that are incorrect and when I ask I get lectured on how I don't know what the hell I am doing.
Yep, he has stroked my fur the wrong way so-to-speak.
And he is about to get kicked down a flight of stairs.
Damn I would much rather be posting something interesting right now instead of venting about some old man but he really pushed it with me today. I can be tolerant to an extent but push me too far and you are going to seriously get burned.
Earlier today he had the nerve to ask me exactly what I did around there. After looking at him like he had strange creatures crawling from his ears I filled him in. About half way through my rant he threw his hand up in my face and went "mwaaaaa". Whatever the hell that is.. I just walked away at that point.
Unfortunately, there are two people around that company who are work horses and that is me and my sister. Our workload is tremendous not to mention stressful. However, as much as we do we are grateful that our jobs are versatile and keep us busier than flies on shit.
Well...
About 20 minutes before he was scheduled to leave I had to call him and ask him if had done something he was supposed to do. Apparently, that was a bad question because his last words to me today were, "Nope! I'm closing up shop and leaving. If you want it done then you do it yourself!" and then the phone slammed down.
Hmmmmm??? **scratching my head really hard and cocking my head sideways with a perplexed look on my face**
What to do?
Well I did do it myself and I will take care of him and his old balls on Monday. Thoughts of driving a forklift up his ass are running through my mind along with several other things but that flight of stairs is still haunting me.....
Okay, you know I won't do it but it feels good to vent and visualize. If that man isn't careful, my sister is gonna do it. He has pissed her off too and she is so much meaner than me....
I love my sister...
When I was 15 I got my first job working at a fast food place with my best friend Jamie. I hated the job more than anything but I worked with some very "colorful" people so it made going in everyday after school worth it. Of course, being 15 and having a regular paycheck was a bonus too. Can't pass up the money :)
While I was there I began to date a guy that I worked with. Everyone says its pretty much a no-no to ever date anyone you work worth but sometimes we have to learn all of that the hard way right? I know I have one of those personalities where I want to be proven wrong not just told. Hell that little philosophy I lived by is what got me in all of the trouble I got in growing up.....but I never changed. I always insist I can be different than everyone else who has been in similar circumstances. Sometimes its to my benefit but other times I just end up screwing myself royally. **sigh**
Okay back to the guy I dated. He was not bad looking and seemed very very nice. We always managed to have a ton of fun when we worked together so it just seemed right. Besides we had mutual friends and always ended up at the same parties so knowing how well we got along it just seemed natural that we would end up dating.
We dated for several months until it just got to be a little bit too much for me. I began to see him as being slightly possessive of me a overbearing at the same time. What finally broke everything off was him starting to ask me what I was doing, where I was going, who I was talking too...etc... You get the picture. All the signs of something very very bad in the works.
When all of that began to happen, I broke it off.
That did not set well with him. He began to cause problems for me at work and was constantly following me around and harassing me. So much so it got the attention of my manager who found the whole thing very unnerving. He ended up firing him a couple of days later.
I was relieved when he was fired. I thought I would finally be able to move on and breathe without fear of being questioned about everything 24/7. I would be able to work in peace and go back to having fun with all of the people I worked with.
A good 3 weeks passed and I hadn't heard a peep out of the guy. No phone calls. No showing up at my job. No magically appearing at school. He just stopped. It was great.
What a beautiful 3 weeks.
One night while we were closing up the restaurant one of the guys I worked with was taking a bunch of trash out to the dumpster. It was about 11 on a Friday night so it was very dark outside therefore making it impossible for him to see anything other than what was in plain sight. Big deal right? Shit he had been taking the damn trash out there every single night for months so what would make this night any different right?
WRONG!!!
When he got there and was just about to throw the massive bag into the dumpster out jumps someone. He was dressed in a black ninja suit and began tossing those little Ninja Throwing Stars at the guy. And when I say he was wearing a Ninja Suit, I mean the full fucking suit.
All we heard from inside the restaurant were shrieks and screams. That sent everyone running outside to see what the hell was going on.
That is when we see the guy who took out the trash curled up on the ground in the fetal position with a freak in a costume standing over him. He was black from head to toe. Shit his face was even covered up partially just like you would see in some Bruce Lee movie. There really is no accurate way to describe the scenario that would do it any justice what so ever. It was just fucked up. I thought I was lost in some crazy Kung Fu movie or an episode of Candid Camera.
When the guy saw us he immediately ran off.
The guy who took the trash out finally calmed himself down after a couple of minutes and was able to tell us that he was spoke too by the person. Here is a snippet of the conversation:
"I know you are dating my girlfriend man and you are going to pay for taking her away from me! God sent her to me and no one, especially you is going to take her away from me!"
Right then and there I knew who it was behind the mask. It was my ex. As soon as I heard the words "God sent her to me" I fucking knew it. That was something he had told me right before I had broken it off with him.
He had given me some story of praying to God to send him someone way before he met me that he would be with until the day he died. He began to tell me that God had spoken to him on many occasions and told him to be patient and one day it would happen. Then he told me that he had seen me in visions and I was the girl God had spoken to him about.
Can you believe that shit? At age 15 I was that fucking girl??!!! Gimme a damn break here!
I knew he was insane and that is the biggest reason I quit seeing him. Hell I was 15! Seriously! Like I was ready for any kind of serious relationship here especially from someone who claimed to be talking to Jesus and God Almighty himself. No fucking Thank You...
Well the cops were called and I told them who I thought it was but based on everything that happened there was no real proof he did anything and nothing was ever done.
He never bothered me again from that point on and he never showed back up any place I was in any more costumes.
I did find out he dated a girl I knew a couple of years later and he tried to turn her into me. He made her cut her hair like mine and even change her room so it looked exactly like mine. She actually contacted me when they had broken up to tell me all about it. The story actually gave me chills.
What the hell???
I ran into him about 10 years ago in a grocery store. It was a little eerie. He proceeded to tell me how he ended up marrying the very same girl who called me to tell me she had been made into me. How odd is that? They were still married and that is when he asked me if he and I could get together sometime.
I POLITELY said no and walked away.
I have never seen him again...
And that is my story of having a stalker.
I think it has been fairly well established by my recent posts that I was not the most innocent of teenager girls. Of course I am referring to my rambunctious nature and all of the evil deeds I did.
I went through a time during high school where I really didn't give a rats ass about grades or even attending school for that matter. That was pretty much my junior year.
On days when I didn't feel like going I would call the school, pretend to be my mother and take the day off. It always worked out fairly good because my parents at that point both worked during the day so they never knew.
I was always surprised that they never found out but never-the-less grateful too.
Now I mentioned that not only did I hate attending school but I didn't really do the work either.
Grades were something my parents always felt were important. In fact, it was just expected that my sisters and myself get good grades. I didn't have the type of parents who would reward for good grades and that was because they felt it was our job. They were expected to go to work and we were expected to perform in school. No if's, an's or but's.
Well the year I chose to defy the parents and not do my school work was a fun one indeed.
I skipped school frequently with my friends. We would hang out at different houses pretty much partying all day long or head to the lake and party there. It didn't really matter where we went as long as we were all together, living it up and having fun.
When it hit the end of the first quarter of school that year I started to realize that I was in fact failing several classes and that sent me into a bit of a panic.
How in the hell was I going to cover this shit up? They would know for sure I have been screwing around once the report card home.
I had no idea how I was going to dig myself out of this hole I had created for myself.
When I had this epiphany I had about 2 weeks before the report cards were expected to come out. Thank God a little breathing room!
During this 2 weeks I tried to come up with everything possible but nothing sound plausible.
I could claim I was abducted by aliens and there was body double who filled in for me and it was their fault I got shit grades.
Maybe the dog that we didn't have ate every single piece of school work I did since the beginning of that year.
Wait, I could claim all of the teachers came together in an elaborate conspiracy to make me fail all because they were terribly afraid of my brilliance. Surely that would work!
Ah Fuck...
None of that was going to work and I knew it.
That is when my very good friend Eric stepped in. I had mentioned to him my problem and he said he had the perfect solution.
Eric began to tell me of his close workings with the teachers. He was a teachers assistant for many of the same teachers we had. He helped grade papers and lots of other little tasks. But most importantly, well for the good of my plight, he had access to blank report cards.
THIS WAS FUCKING AWESOME!!!
I would be able to live and breath after report card day!!!
I wouldn't be dying a horribly painful death at the hands of my parents.
Hurray!!!
The next day Eric approached me with a set of report cards. I was elated!!! Not only would they be good for this quarter but they would actually be good for the entire school year!
You see the way the cards were set up was like this. You had one set for each class and each set consisted of 4 report cards, each a different color to represent each quarter. They were all carbon copied so the previous quarters grade would appear on each new one.
The day Eric gave them to me was a great day! I immediately went home and began my Great Con.
I was meticulous. I took my time. They had to be perfect!
I made sure not to give myself grades that would be unrealistic. A couple of A's. A couple of B's and a C here and there but nothing below that.
In some of the comment sections I even wrote things like "A pleasure to have in Class!" and "Looking forward to another quarter". You know, all of that crap teachers write on report cards because they cannot say how they truly feel such as "You know, she is a real pain in the ass and you should really consider kicking her ass from time to time."
It took me a few hours to really perfect the report cards because each and every single one of them had the teachers signature on them. Now you may be wondering how I pulled this part of my scheme off but it was actually quite easy. I had several items from school which had each of my teachers signatures on them already so I pretty much just copied their signature but only after practicing how they signed their name.
Finally I was done!
I sat back and surveyed the masterpieces I had. I was pleased! They turned out even better than I had hoped they would.
This was sure to work!
Report card day presented itself about a week later and I was prepared. I got up that day and went to school armed with my fake documents. As each class passed and each teacher handed out their cards, I shredded them almost immediately and shoved them into my binder.
At the end of the day, I went to the trash dumpster at the back of the school and threw out all of my shredded incriminating evidence and headed home.
When I got there I handed my mother my fake report cards and waited. She looked through them and then told me what a good job I had done and that was it.
I PULLED IT OFF!!! My MOST BRILLIANT SCAM EVER HAD WORKED!!!
No one would ever know that I actually had C's and D's! Okay there was one F but that was in Algebra II and I hate math more than anything else in the world damn it!
From this point on, the rest of my junior year was a breeze! As each quarter came and went, I went through the same ritual I did at the beginning of the year.
All was great!
I was living the high life! I was partying it up with no concern about anything at all!
Until the end of the year that is....
That is when the world came crashing down around me....
I failed to understand that the very last report card was not given to us by the teachers but they were mailed. Of course I absolutely thought I would be able to get the mail before my parents, but I was wrong. Unfortunately, my staying out late with my friends caused me to lose track of time and I over slept. My mother got the mail before I even knew what had happened!
Seeing the look on my mothers face still haunts my mind to this day. My mother lost her mind that day. My father, who is usually a fairly calm man, lost his shit too.
My days of fun were now over. I lost my phone. My television was gone. My friends were now only a memory until the beginning of the next school year because my summer vacation was no longer that.
**sigh**
And that is how the Greatest Con in the World came crashing down at my feet!
I was such a bad girl. I think I say that every time I post something like this.... Oh well! I lived and I learned. I chose the hard route....
Don't make me kick your ass! Cuz I just might do it! Move Over Rocky Balboa :)
The Free Dance of Insanity Spills Forth Into Our Living Room
Don't point that camera at me woman!
This is his rendition of Blu Steel from Zoolander. Can't wait to see LaTigra next :)drunk·en - druhng-kuh
n] intoxicated, drunk, given to drunkenness. Pertaining to, caused by, or marked by intoxication.
par·ty - [pahr-tee] A social gathering, as of invited guests at a private home, for conversation, refreshments, entertainment, etc.
I was always one who was really bad at having parties at my parents house when they weren't home for the weekend. I only did it then because I knew they were a few hundred miles away at our lake house so there was never the danger of them just casually walking in on anything plus it gave me plenty of time to clean up after all was said and done.
I had way too many of those. Actually it was pretty much a few times a month during my high school years while we were out on summer vacation.
It was always me and my best friend Jamie along with numerous others. The crowd was never the same either. Always someone new.
If I could only count the number of crazy things that happened. A ceiling fan being yanked from the ceiling in my parents room (that was me doing that....I went to turn it on and pulled the cord too hard and the bastard fell from the ceiling right onto my parents bed....They never said a word), trash bags full of empty alcohol bottles that no one ever seemed to notice, cops coming to the house on a couple of occasions because of too many cars parked on the street and the noise from everyone, watered down bottles of really old scotch of my dad's that we raided.
I could go on and on but why??? You pretty much get the idea right?
Now there was this one time where we actually had a party with my parents right there in the house. I sit back and think about it now and cannot believe I really managed to pull it off.
I was 16 and it was a Saturday night. I had told my parents that Jamie was going to come over along with a few other people. They were always really cool with my friends coming over and hanging out. They figured if I was there how much could I actually do wrong??? Wow.. Talk about being completely mistaken....
As some of you may remember from my previous posts, I had the coolest bedroom in the world with its own outside access. Well its really easy to sneak in the booze when you have a door right next to your bed so that's exactly what we did.
In came the wine coolers and cases of beer.
We sat there in my room drinking for a couple of hours then for whatever reason, we fanned out into the rest of the house. My parents had already gone to sleep and seemed completely oblivious as to what was really going on and considering we were all fairly intoxicated we paid no mind to the fact they were even in the house to begin with.
So upstairs we went. I remember through my alcohol induced haze we were very very loud but I didn't anyone to quiet down at all. Some of the guys hit the fridge for food while others ended up outside on the deck to smoke and drink some more.
By the end of the night everyone was totally trashed. Jamie was vomiting off the side of the deck. Her boyfriend fell down the stairs and busted his forehead. A friend of ours ended up peeing his pants. Hell I damn near did too from laughing so hard. Guys and girls were making out all over the place. Just your run of the mill chaotic teenage party fun.
Here is the kicker....
Around midnight we decided it was time to call it quits. Jamie and her boyfriend needed a ride back to her house and I knew I couldn't drive. So what did I do? I went and woke up my mother and asked to take them home.
Mom gets up and gets dressed. She never says a word when every piles into the back of her mini-van and takes everyone home.
I am still amazed. How did she not know???
Now before you all go thinking I was this absolutely horrid girl, I did fess up. But only after my father went into my room and found a trash bag full of empty bottles. That was a nice day... Notice the sarcasm??? I got ripped apart but I ended up admitting to everything. I felt it was the right thing to do.
The question is this... Did it ever stop me from having another party??? Nope.. It sure didn't. But over the years since I moved out I have confessed to many a things I have done. My mother cringes and always says she doesn't want to hear it. My father shakes his head, his face filled with a mixture of jealously and disgust.
Not only did I admit to everything but I also replaced all of the watered down alcohol of my fathers. See.. I tried to make amends! I'm really not that bad of a girl :)
Now that I am grown with a 13 year old son I know I have to be on my guard and pay attention at all times! I know they say everything you have done will come back 10 fold through your children so does that mean I am in for it or what???
Okay since Blu has blessed my life with his magnificent presence things have been more than incredible.
Right now the two of us are sitting in the living room, each at our own computers. It's kinda funny. He is filling my head with all of the music he has crammed onto his machine and I love it :)
I wish you could see him in his Stewie's Sexy Party lounge pants. **snicker**
I am having so much fun right now. Here it is Midnight and I have to get up in 6 hours and I can't even begin to fathom the idea of sleep right now. I'm afraid if I do I will miss something and I don't wanna miss a thing or a moment or anything else for that matter...
So.......Until I post some crazy ass story tomorrow night I shall say this... Night Everyone!
For whatever reason I am not in a writing mood lately. Doesn't really matter if I have a zillion things in my head I could write about whenever I sit down and think of doing it, I go blank. I think it's mainly the excitement of Blu being here is still at DefCon 5. It use to be I would get home from work and get online and do somethings but now I come home and want to spend time with him. Funny how that stuff works huh? Then again, how could I not want to spend time with someone I love so much and who is the best friend I have ever had???
I promise to come up with something witty this weekend for everyone. I have a few lil' stories from my rambunctious teen years brewing within the crevices of my mind I will enlighten you with... Oh Lord.. I have way too many of those :)
Take care everyone!
