Changes...

When I sit back and think about how everything has changed over the past 12 months it almost makes my head spin. I mean literally spin!

If you would have asked me 12 months ago what my life would be like right now, I would not have had any idea to even tell you it would be what it is today.

So many changes...

Some Good...

Some Bad...

But considering they make me who I am today, whether they were good or bad doesn't really matter does it?

Yesterday yet another change presented itself to me. Its a good change too.

I have been sick off and on since October. I have had surgery and been put on medicine that has done a number on me and due to all of this, I was on the verge of losing my job. The thought of that even happening was scary for me because I have never been fired from anywhere for any reason. In fact, I always prided myself on being a hard worker. One who went above and beyond what most others would because, well I just wanted to. It made me feel good to feel like I was making a difference somewhere. Does that make sense???

Well this week I became sick again. I ended up with a massive infection and honestly, its really taken its toll on me. I feel weak and I hate feeling weak. I am tired and have no energy. I don't like that.

Yesterday morning I called in for the 2nd day in a row and was rewarded with phone calls back to my home by a co-worker who was less than nice. And what made it worse is that all of this occurred before I was even scheduled to be at work. I don't need to be berated as if I were a 10 year old child and then hung up on. Its unprofessional and it speaks volumes at the same time. I was treated as if I had just decided to take a few days off and claim to be sick while I was out having some terrific time. If only that were the case.

So I sat back yesterday morning and began to evaluate it all and came to the conclusion I was much better than the way I was being treated. I started looking all over the internet for a different job. I was applying everywhere and anywhere. Anything would have been fine.

Suddenly one popped up and I was given the option to either apply online or call in. So I called in and talked to the girl. As crazy as it sounds, I was pretty much offered the job over the phone. Not only will it be steady hours with the potential for much overtime, but it also pays more. A great deal more. There is so much room to advance and that is what I love the most.

Yesterday afternoon I went out for a quick interview (which I was even late for by 20 minutes...go figure...road construction and wrong directions!) but I was offered the job on the spot and told to come in for an orientation today which I will be leaving for in about 45 minutes. I am going to start the new job on Monday.

I am more than excited!

I got up this morning and went into work and quit my job. Usually I am one for giving notice and doing things the right way but I couldn't let this opportunity slip out of my reach. Its too good...

General Lee acted just as I pretty much expected him too. He really didn't care even though he said he was sad to see me go because he thinks I am an asset to his company. He sure has a funny way of showing it but whatever. I laid it all out on the table as to why I was quitting and all he could do was interrupt me. I finally asked him if I could just speak for a second but that was so hard for him. He kept going "uh-huh" while shaking his weaselly little head with his chipmunk teeth and glaring at me with his beady little eyes.

I was surprised that some of the people who I thought would be jerks about me quitting were actually pretty good about it. I was told I would be missed and wished the best of luck....

It felt good...

I felt empowered...

I will miss my sister though. She and I have become so close working together but she also knows what an incredible opportunity this is for me.

I am thankful for the job I had but only because of what it brought me in terms of a relationship with my sister. She is truly a great person... I love her dearly...

But now its off to much better surroundings...

Life is good...

I am happy...

The Easter Bunny....

Blu Has Issues... Big Ones...

HA!!! It was my turn!!! :)

Just for the record everyone.. I have decided to quit posting all of the mushy stuff about Blu and I on this blog.. So what did I do? I created a new blog to post nothing but that. So if you really care about reading the mushy stuff, click HERE!!! But just remember that doesn't mean I won't rip on him here because I WILL!!! Because I can and there is nothing he can do about it!

Why Do They Grow Up So Damn Fast...

Maybe its because I hate watching my son grow up so fast..

Maybe its because I don't want to know what is going on in his 13 year old mind..

I don't know...

But tonight I have heard more about self-discovery than I really want to know about...

FUCK...

Why does my son take 30 minute showers??

Why does he spend all of his time talking to girls on the phone???

Why is he obsessed with boobies???

YIKES....

I feel like I am going crazy here..

So what happened?

I am sitting here trying to read a few blogs and do some commenting but its a little hard when I have Blu talking about my son doing a little "getting to know himself". I'm sorry.. I know its truly a natural thing but being his mother I just don't want to hear about it. I am not naive. I know he is probably loving himself in more ways than one but I really don't want to know about it. I don't want to hear about it and I don't want to think about it.

Is that wrong?

NO!!!

I am thankful, however, he has someone in his life he can go to and talk about this stuff with. That alone is very comforting... especially knowing this kind of subject is something he would never in a million years come to me with and even if he did, I don't know how in the world I would even begin to help him with it. Its no secret, boys are different than girls so giving him a girls perspective on things would be of no help at all what-so-ever. So Thank GOD for Michael because without him my son would probably be a complete and total mess... And I mean mess literally here.. GROSSSSSSSS... BLECHHHHHH... **giggles**

Damn life is so crazy and simple at the same time.. Interesting and complex... **sigh**

Michael

Happy Valentines Day Baby...
I Love You more than I will ever be able to put into words or even show you...

One look
One smile
One touch
One embrace
One kiss
One love
Two people
Two minds
Two souls
Two destinies
One road
One journey
One ending
Together.

"I know that this fairy tale may not be filled with Kings and Queens and Castles and rolling hills of green but what it could be filled with is love, and that is the true love that you speak of and the true love that I believe is pumping through my veins as I write this to you."

I am truly the luckiest woman in the world :)

Tag! I am it! **Blimey**

Well well, it appears I have been tagged by The Lone Beader! **sigh**

I am supposed to name 6 weird things about myself. Now this one is going to make me think abit.

1. I cannot eat certain kinds of candy unless I consume them in a color pleasing order. For example, if I had a bag of M & M's I would eat the colors I hated the most first and the one I enjoy the most last. So bye bye Brown, Orange and Yellow... they gotta go. Last would be the Red's and Blues :) Yes I realize they all taste the same... its a mental thing damn it...

2. I have to check my alarm at least 3 times before I go to bed at night just to make sure I set it. And then if I wake up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom or something, I am checking it again. Okay its a little Obsessive Compulsive but its okay.

3. I have webbed toes. Yep I sure do. On each of my feet the two toes next to my big toe are connected together. I am no Donald Duck but I am a pretty good swimmer. When I wear sandals in the summer everyone comments on my feet. Cannot really wear a toe ring which bothers me but I like me toes... me thinks em' cute :)



4. When I have a song stuck in my head, I will literally listen to it a hundred times in a row just to rid myself of it. And watch out if its a song I happen to love. I could listen to it for days on repeat and never grow tired of it.

5. When I eat I cannot have my food touching on my plate. I see people who mix up their food and it gives me the creeps. You know like mashed potatoes and corn... blechhhhhh... Now if someone makes something like a casserole where everything is cooked together, I can eat that.

6. When I sleep I can have no parts of my own skin touching. Therefore I sleep with a body pillow between my legs so they don't touch. My arms are placed just right so they don't touch either. And my hair cannot be touching the back of my neck or my face so I pull it up over the back of my pillow. Don't ask me why because I don't know why. It is just one of my quirks.

Now I get to tag a few people and I like that....

How about Blu, NV, Bardouble29, Sirdar and RockDog.

I am 31% Asshole/Bitch.

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Ass... Nasty Stank Ass...

I am sure as some of you may recall, I have recently been subjected to working with the OLD GEEZER in the service center at my place of employment.

As mush as I would like to report that things have gotten better.....Alas, it has not.

**sigh**

But whatever, I have pretty much resigned myself to the fact its not going to change and I am finding a way to deal with it all.

However, today took a bit of a different track than what I am use to out of that old man.

I am down in the tinting area mixing up paint when I kept being overcome with the most disgusting scent of what can only be described as raw sewage.

Unfortunately, every single time my nasal passages were engulfed with this putrid smell I noticed the Old Geezer was standing right next to me.

Holy shit!!! An Epiphany!!! It didn't take long to put 2 and 2 together to realize the originating source of this foul stench was straight out of the Old Geezer's Ass...

Why!!?? Why God!!??? Why Me??? Why hast thou forsaken me???

It didn't matter where I went that old man followed me around squeaking out rancid silent but deadlies...

My skin crawled...

My stomach turned...

My nose hairs were seared off...

It didn't stop! But what made it worse was knowing all of the guys in the warehouse were aware of my plight and laughed like they have never seen anything so fucking funny in their lives.

Songs were sung just for me...

"What's that she smells?
Somethin' straight out of old man hell!
Will she live or will she die
This is so funny we could fucking cry!"

Oh and I don't know how many of you are familiar with 'The Rock' from wrestling but if I had to hear an imitation of him one more time I was going to go postal on someone... "Can you SMELLLLLLLLLL what the Old Geezer is cooookin'!!!"

Rat Bastards... I will get even with all of you for this... That's right... Laugh at my hell will you? You shall all pay...

After dealing with this madness for a good hour the old man looked me straight in the eye and says "You know Krissy (yes that is what he calls me and it irritates the shit outta me) I went home last night and made a huge pot of ham and bean soup and I just don't think its sitting right with me today. So I think I am going to leave here for a while that way if I have to pass gas you won't have to deal with it."

And with that geezer walked off leaving me in a cloud of toxic waste with my jaw resting on the floor of that dirty warehouse.

I see how it is. You stink up the joint, almost killing me in the process then admit to having some serious anal issues and leave. Yeah like you didn't know you were funkin' up the place to begin with...

You know at work I am the head of the safety committee and I am issuing an immediate statement as to the health hazards surrounding old man flatulence. Not that is necessarily bad to breathe that shit in even though any rodent within a 5 mile radius probably died, but because I am seriously going to kick the shit out of that old man if that happens again. Now that's a safety issue for ya!

The following signs will also be placed up all over the facility...

Happy Birthday NV!!!

I wanted to take a minute to say something to one of my dearest friends in the world....

Happy Birthday NV!!!

Just so you know, I went on a mission to find you a cake! I even thought I found the perfect one because it came complete with a boxing glove which I thought you could always use around the house incase Mr. NV gets outta line or even Blu when he is there...cuz a girl has to have her weapons you know...

But I tried to get the cake and apparently it was meant for Jared because he kicked my ass and I left empty handed....


So I tried NV.. I really did! That's okay, when that Jared goes to sleep his ass is mine....And so is that fucking cake...

Everyone Sing it with me...

Happy Birthday To You..
Happy Birthday To You..
Happy Birthday Dear NVVVVVVVVVVV....
Happy Birthday To You...

Have a Great Day NV... You know I love you :)

Memories..

While digging through somethings in my basement, I ran across my old diary. I cannot even tell you how long it has been since I have laid my eyes upon it.

This morning I pulled it out and just read.

So many memories I had forgotten about.

Some good.

Some bad.

Much of the written words were filled with a heartache that even brought a tear to my eye today.

I know I tend to write about all of the funny and crazy things I did while growing up but I never share any of the bad. I think its because its easier to block out the bad and pretend none of it existed even though I realize both the good and the bad made me who I am today. Does that make any sense at all?

One of the things I found in here were some of my poetry. I knew some of it was there but there were even a few I had forgotten about.

I Wish...

I wish I were a butterfly
Floating
Aimless and free
Radiating beauty near and far

I wish I were a bird
Flying
Stealthy and quick
Illuminated by the bright sunlight

I wish I were a black panther
Hunting
Strong and fierce
Doing what I need to survive

I wish I could make myself see
I am…
The Butterfly
The Bird
The Black Panther
All encompassed into one



Caged..

Don’t ever let me go
Don’t ever let me fall
Deep within I am scared
Trying to break down this wall

It won’t budge
I’m locked, caged inside
Screaming to get out
No longer wanting to hide

Please help me
Please bring me the key
Open up the gate
This pain I have to flee

Give me your love
Lend me your heart
I need you so bad
Don’t let me fall apart

Family Day...

Today it was about babies. You know those cute little beings that make you want to smile and cry at the same time because they are so absolutely adorable.

It was my cousin Amanda's baby shower.

We had a pretty good time. Well as good of a time as you can have at a baby shower. Personally I am not one for all of the little games they insist on playing at these functions. Let's see everything from taking yarn and guessing how big around the mom to be is to naming the prices of baby related items. I actually ended up winning one of the games and won some bath salts and body wash which I ended up giving to my sister because I have a ton of that stuff.

I would rather they just open up the gifts and lets move on. My sisters and I couldn't wait to get the hell out of there.... Does that make us bad people?

We should be having one of these for Maggie before to long. My sister is pregnant with her second baby and is due on April 9th. I am entirely too excited. I have a thing for babies. **sigh**

Here are a couple of pictures...

My sister Maggie and her son Phil.

The cake which was cute as hell. They did a great job putting it all together...

And here is a video of my nephew having a good time. You would never know he was running a fever the entire time he was there. He has been sick with pneumonia lately. Poor baby...

Blah Blah

Lately Michael has talked about drawing a blank when it comes to thinking of something to post. Unfortunately, I seem to be having the same problem. Not sure why. Maybe its the weather. Yeah that sounds good. Let me blame it on the fact its 2 degrees outside at this very second and I feel like I am chilled to the core of my soul. (Okay Sirdar, I know its probably 50 degrees below zero up there where you are but still.... I'm cold damn it!)

I have not done much in the way of exciting lately. I am going to have to change that pretty quickly too because with it being so cold and not wanting to go outside and do anything, cabin fever is going to set in.

So last night I come home from work and what I ended up doing was playing in Photoshop. Now I really don't know very much about the program but I have picked up a few things here and there.

Anyway, here is something I was messing around with last night...




I am not sure what I was going for here but I liked it so what the hell...

Then after all of the playing we sat down and watched SAW2 last night. Nothing says spending quality time together like a slasher movie :)