Thursday, August 31, 2006

Ok okay, I'm "unconvinced."

However, I will say, in reference to Mike's comment (a.k.a. Sniper), that although I still shop there, working for Walmart sucks. I used to work there- for nearly 4 years when I was in college, and it was not fun. I loathed working there. The only good thing that came out of it was that I met a lot of really good friends there, and I did meet the guy known as "Mr Big" working at that Walmart. He actually hadn't been inside a Walmart since he got relieved of his duties there- until recently. He went inside with me, and let me tell you, was everyone in that store gossipping about that one. Some of them know the history, and they were probably a bit shocked.

I've been thinking a lot about Big today. Sometimes I have way too much time to think on my hour long lunch. Like I've probably said before, I often go to the park for my lunch, especially when it turns out to be a gorgeous day like today. I think, I write, I swat away bees. Its interesting what kind of thoughts one has when they are alone. I guess it helps you to also get in touch with who you really are.

We've had an interesting week at the office. Our front (part-time) receptionist came in drunk on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday. She called in today saying she has a bladder infection, and therefore can't keep anything down. First of all... I don't know if any people that are reading this have ever gotten a bladder infection, but I'm pretty sure it doesn't cause you to throw up. I've never heard of that side effect in my life. Also, I guess her former boyfriend and neighbor said had already talked to the girls here and told them that all the tests they ran at the hospital came back negative, and that last time this happened the doctor said it was a liver problem from all the alcohol abuse. However, our boss apparently somehow won't believe that's it. Maybe he'll believe it if she dies from it. I really think that's how bad it would have to get for him to open his eyes. I can't imagine how it must feel to choose to be that ignorant.

Tonight is my brother's second football game of his senior year. They lost miserably in the first game (to a team they've beaten something like 5 years in a row), and now they have to play another really good team. Oh well, whether or not they win, I'll be there cheering for him (and holding signs that say "Go Lambchop" and "that's my brother."

The Tigers pulled off a win last night in the 9th inning. I got frustrated with the fact that they blew a 2-0 lead and quit watching in the top of the 9th. Well, their last at-bat, Craig Monroe hit a 3 run home run and they won the game. That's what I get for lack of faith.

Well, its probably a good idea to get back to work. I will write again later... unconvinced.

Monday, August 28, 2006

I'm convinced that no one reads my blog... but I'm totally okay with that.

[Single tear runs down cheek]

So anyway, I had a pretty unevenful weekend. Perhaps that's a good thing, huh?

However, today at work... another story. I'm pretty sure the front receptionist who works part-time (until about noon)- was drunk. She was slurring her words, and couldn't walk straight, and was talking pretty freely about everything (along with dropping a few F bombs among other things). Apparently she has a history of this, so its no big surprise to some of the other girls.

We'll see what happens.

I'm so glad that today is inventory for my friends at walmart. This is why: It is the biggest deal every year around the time of inventory. I haven't seen some of these people in a long time because of this event. I can't wait to see them again and they will have a social life once again (assuming they had one before).

I'm done now.

Friday, August 25, 2006

My life is officially boring this week. Last night I was so bored (because the Tigers played during the day), that I decided to go to Thursday Night Karaoke. That gave me some time to practice songs I'd never normally sing when there are a lot of people there. It was pretty much boring, I just took turns with Dave singing (we were the only 2 singing)- and had an okay time. I sang some songs that I decided needed a bit more practicing before truly doing them for a big audience.

I also found out that one of my friends that I've known forever suffered a loss this past week. My friend Chris Pett, whom I've known since I can remember (kindergarten to be specific) lost his dad this week. I'm not sure exactly what happened, but I know he died at the age of 51. It breaks my heart that I didn't know about it earlier, and it makes me feel even worse that I have no idea how to get in touch with him or send him a card at least. So if any of my friends from H.S. know how to get in touch with him and are reading this, let me know!

I haven't heard or seen from Big since Saturday. Its driving me nuts. I need to find out what this really is with us- before he leaves to start up his semester. If I don't hear from him before he leaves, I will be heartbroken.

At work, I am Bonnie's assistant, which is great. However, sometimes she leaves me things to do, and I have no clue as to how to go about them. This was the case the other day. She left me something to do, and I have no idea how to do it. I can't ask her, because she's not here. It sucks. So I don't know what to do now... just wait I guess. I'll probably just look stupid when she gets back Monday and I don't have it done.

Oh well! At least its finally the weekend!

Thursday, August 24, 2006

So my life was boring the past few days.

I spent last evening with my friend Kim. After she got out of work, and I had already spent too much money at Walmart, she needed to go "grocery shopping," which actually didn't happen, so I rode with her. We went to the real Walmart in Ionia. We had a good time and I got to fill her in on everything that's going on with Mr. Big and my past weekend.

Then I asked her the question. Not "will you marry me," but another one. I asked her what she thought of the whole Big situation. Now, to make this clear to my friends who don't know her, she's in her 30s, and she's been married for something like 20 years. And she said something to the effect of (I'm trying to think of an appropriate way to say it- because she used more colorful language than I can here)- "he needs to either use the bathroom or get off the pot." I told her I agreed, and that was pretty much what I had said to him at the beginning of the summer, so perhaps this is something that is a positive thing. Maybe he's finally ready- unless he's not of course. And I told her that I know I won't be getting married to him either way anytime soon, because he's got to graduate from college.

Anyway, enough of that. So then when we were at walmart, I decided to buy myself a dozen roses. Mostly because they were pretty and they were on sale. They're at my desk right now and they're beautiful. This morning some lady said "those roses are beautiful, someone must love you!" It really wasn't a reaction from others that I was going for, but I said, yeah, I must love myself. She kinda laughed.

The more I think about it I wonder if Big shows up here if he's going to think they're from someone. Not that he wouldn't just come out and ask- because he would. I just don't want people to think that's why I got them.

I could sit at my desk and smell these flowers all day. They smell so good and are so beautiful.

Yesterday on my lunch I went to the park in town and started away on writing. Something I used to do a lot was write poetry. Especially when I needed to let some sort of emotions out that's what I would do. Mostly in high school. I even was published once. I started writing some stuff, and I was surprised at how quickly I was able to express myself that way. I had forgotten how easily it came to me. Not that I'm saying this poetry is any good, but at least it helps me to sort through things. Writing has always done that for me. I forgot that at one point in high school I wanted to major in writing. I bet its a bit hard to believe for some people to believe, but its true.

Someday when I get extremely brave I might post some of my stuff. Its not really that good, but if I want to get uber-vulnerable or extremely adventurous, I'll do it.

Wednesday, August 23, 2006

So last night took an interesting turn. I was minding my own little business, watching 'The Real World: Key West Reunion Show,' and my phone started to ring. Now this isn't really normal in the first place, because no one ever calls me. I knew immediately who it was, because I assign different ringers to different people. Instantly, I thought "there is no way that this is happening." It was Gabriel.

This is the guy I dated for approximately a month until told him that I didn't think we should see each other anymore, and he couldn't figure out why. After that we talked a couple of times, but the last time we talked on the phone was at least a month ago. Well, he started in saying that he hasn't talked to me in a while and he wanted to know what I was up to. I told him mostly working, and also busy doing other stuff. Well, he said something like "you must be rich, because you've been working 24/7." The sarcasm was thick. Then he asked me when he could see me again. All I could think was that this is the last thing I need right now. I told him I was busy this weekend with my brother's football stuff (even though that is just Friday night), and that I wasn't sure. He told me that if I ever get some time to call him.

After he had hung up, I got so angry. How dare he act like I owe him something? I had told him that I didn't think we should see each other anymore, and he couldn't comprehend why. I didn't think I needed a reason. I called Andrea afterwards, and told her that I was angry. She asked why. I told her- that I couldn't believe that he doesn't call me for a month, and then has the nerve to act like it was my fault because I didn't call him. I was ticked. Guys are so stupid sometimes.

I guess it made me even more angry because it gave me one more thing to deal with. I am already trying to deal with the fact that Mr. Big is back in my life, and actually, I was pretty happy about that. I struggle to say it, but sometimes I really think that he's my match. Its hard to say, because then my brain tells me that maybe its just the fact that I'm comfortable with him because I've known him for 5 years.

Not only that, but Aiden has made another appearance in my life. That is enough to think about without thinking of all the other things that he said to me Friday night. I don't need that.

I guess its so frustrating because I've never had to deal with problems like this before this year. Literally, it was like when I said that 2006 was going to be my year, that God heard that and said "well, you asked for it..." and opened up the flood gates of all these guys.


Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Michelle ratted me out.

The other day when my "Mr. Big" and I went to Walmart, I thought that we were safe. No. I should have known better. He hasn't been there in 2 years, and we go in there together- and expect no one to say anything? Nope. Michelle ended up seeing us and told Andrea. And then I saw Lisa (my former department manager) and she said "well, you can't come in here with someone and expect people not to notice." Perhaps she's right. Well, to add fuel to the fire, we also ran into my Aunt at Meijer, and she's a talker. She'll probably ask someone who he is... and my cousin I know reads my blog, so she already knows(presumably).

Oh well. I don't feel the need to explain myself to anyone.

Monday, August 21, 2006

So this weekend was interesting, to say the least.

Friday, I was getting ready spend my lunch driving to and from my credit union when I saw a familiar face drive up in a black Impala. It was Mr. Big, and he wanted to spend lunch together. So I had to cash my check (payday- wahoo), so I told him I could do it at Walmart. The infamous walmart that we met at... well, he hasn't been inside any walmart, let alone the one he worked at since he got fired. Well, he actually went in with me, and I was shocked to the core. Anyway, we ended up going to lunch and having another good time. When we got back to the office he tried really hard to get me to leave work early and spend the day with him. I told him he knew me better than that and he knew I couldn't do that. Well, he asked what I was doing Saturday, and I told him nothing yet... and he said he wanted me to come over and spend the day with him. I asked him what time he wanted me to come by- he said 10. I responded with "In the morning?" He said yes.

I was pretty much on cloud nine the rest of the day. I ended up going to my brother's boring 7 of 7 "scrimmage" and then going to sing karaoke. Well, Aiden was there. I haven't seen him in months. I knew this would happen this way. Well, we talked laughed and had a good time (although he has a broken leg). He left, and I thought it was probably better that way. Well, he ended up coming back in because his tire had been slashed. We're still not sure who would do that. He's such a nice guy I can't imagine who would do that. I asked him if he needed a ride home, and he said yeah. Well, we had a good conversation on the way to his place. I told him about the guy who had told me he was going to "hit me like a real man" the week prior. He commented on how that guy was a major loser and that the guy was lucky he wasn't there.

Anyway, we got to his place, and he started in with the "you're such a wonderful person.. I think you're great, but you deserve someone who can really love you..." well, of course this made me cry. He said "oh don't cry... and then hugged me and said "well, its okay if you cry." How sweet, right? Well, then he kissed me and asked me to do him a favor. I said okay. He said "Get your oil changed." It was completely random, out of place, and hilarious. Anyway it was strange to say the least.

The next morning I went to go see Mr. Big and we had a great time. We hung out, going to Meijer (since he has such a strong dislike for Walmart still), and as chance would have it, ran into my Aunt Kathie. That was weird. I introduced them to be polite, but just said his name, and didn't say, my friend or whatever. He looked uncomfortable. It seems like he always looks uncomfortable around people in general though. Anyway, then we went to EB games so he could buy video games (yes, he's a nerd) and drove back to his house. He said he needed to do a bunch of things that his dad had given him to do throughout the day and thanked me for "taking off." It was a fun time, and the weirdes thing did happen. He got the letter from me when I was there. That was awkward. At least for me. I don't like people reading things I wrote in front of me. It weirds me out for some reason. Anyway, that made me feel good that he actually came and saw me out of his own desire to see me on Friday, not because he got a letter from me.

Anyway, then Saturday night some guy I went to high school was hitting on me. I think he must have been drunk. Anyway, it was weird, to say the least.

Friday, August 18, 2006

So my day has been interesting. I was getting ready to run errands on my lunch, and I saw someone in a black car waving at me. It was Mr. Big. We ended up going to lunch and having a good time. He asked what I had planned for tomorrow, and I have nothing planned, so apparently we are going to be spending all day together tomorrow. I don't know what this means, but I know that this is a big deal.

I'm scared and excited all at once. I don't really know what to expect, but then again, I kind of know a little bit about what to expect. I don't know what I want. On one hand, I think I might want this to work out, but on the other hand, do I?

I'm nervous already. Its so crazy, because I'm never really nervous when I'm with him anymore- but when I know I'm going to see him (or if I send him a letter) I get extremely anxious. I still can't believe that we've known each other for 5 years. That is crazy. I've known him that long and I've never been to his parent's house, and now I will be tomorrow. Life is so nuts sometimes.

Thursday, August 17, 2006

So, pretty tense in the office today. But who cares, right?

Anyway, I wrote my Mr. Big a letter last night. I put a stamp on it, so I pretty much have to send it right? Since otherwise that would be a waste of 39 cents? I always do this. I write him a letter. A feeble attempt to express my feelings without being misunderstood- and then I try to talk myself out of sending it. I usually send it, after thinking "could my arm fit in that blue postal service slot to pull that thing back out?" because I freak out. But then I try to remember that he's actually been very receptive to me whenever I have tried to express my true feelings.

Well, we'll see. I haven't seen in about a week now, so I figure its a safe time to send him a letter. Ah, the game, right? Whatever.

I am so glad that it is almost Friday. I was supposed to go to a Whitecaps game Saturday with the office, but I don't think I am going to go now.

Anyway- as always, I'll keep all 2 of you who read this updated so you can laugh about my ever-changing [love] life.

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

Some stuff definitely went down this morning. All of the sudden, the office manager freaked out and was yelling at everyone. I already felt like I was going to pass out (for some reason), and tried to be quiet.

Then she talked to me and Rae about some sort of negative attitude that she perceived coming from us... whatever. I'm about fed up with it. Instead of being a rational person, she waited until she was so upset by a bunch of little things, that she blew up in front of everyone, and made herself look like the office idiot that she feels like she's being treated like.

I haven't heard back from Big again yet, but we'll see. It hasn't quite been a week, but its exhausting not knowing. I may draft a letter. That seems to be my best way of getting through to him.

I'm completely ready for the weekend. I need to sing some karaoke. I'm completely addicted to karaoke and I think its dangerous. Its a dangerous habit. I guess it could be worse, right?

I'm supposed to go to a Whitecaps game this weekend(minor league baseball for those of you who are not Michiganders). I don't know if I am still going to go. We haven't heard anything about tickets, and I rather not spend any of my weekend with these people if I have to spend the whole week with them too. We'll see I guess.

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

I think I'm addicted to blogging! This is a serious problem!

Anyway, I figured if I was going to do this at work, I should do it before I go to lunch. I don't really have much to write about. I have been exhausted lately. I don't know why, because I get plenty of sleep, but I'm just so tired. Maybe it was the day and a half of camping I did this weekend, or the fact that this job is becoming emotionally draining.

I don't really know what else to say, because its the same old stuff. I'm so ready for this week to be over already, because tomorrow I have to have a meeting with Pam and Bonnie about how to promote life insurance month (which is September for those of you who don't know). I don't know! All I did selling life insurance was find out if they needed some, and if they did- I would show them what I had and asked them to buy it. That's it. I don't know how to get people to want to buy it. No one really deep down in their soul can't wait to buy life insurance. No one! Unless maybe someone who is going to fake their death and take the money, but that's illegal for those of you who don't know.

Well, I don't know what else to say. I don't know what's happening with Big, if anything. I don't know if I want anything to happen. I don't know if I want to pursue anything with Aiden either. I'm just totally lost. No amount of thought can help me in this process, because I cannot decide. There are too many factors. Time to just wait. I loathe waiting.

Where's Rasheed when I need him?

Monday, August 14, 2006

So for those of you who have voiced your concern for my obsession with "basketball" Or "players," let me clarify. Its isn't just basketball... its DEEEETROIT Basketball- i.e. Detroit Pistons basketball... and my favorite player has a name Amanda Livezey Faz. His name is Rasheed Wallace- a.k.a. Sheed... a.k.a. The Great Wallace of Detroit. Yeah, you've heard of The Great Wall of China, but nothing compares to The Great Wallace of Detroit. I'm telling you, he is fantastic- and if you know anything about Basketball, he's dynamite on the court.

Plus he's super tall... and I love that.

And For Megan, like many people, did not know that I loved basketball until now, here is why: I have grown up around people who love and watch sports pretty much my whole life. Back in the day with The Pistons Bad Boys and the whole rivalry with the Chicago Bulls... loved that stuff. We watched all the games (all the ones we could in the days when we lived out in the boonies without cable TV). Anyway, I realized that I got too emotionally caught up in it, and got away from it for a long time. I was away at college, so it was easy not to think about it, with other things on my mind. But in the past two years, I've come back around. I still get too emotially wrapped up in it, but its okay now... I mean, yes, I did cry when the Pistons lost and did not advance to the NBA finals for the first time in a few years, but I'm over it. They had the best season in franchise history, so I got over it. I still love the Pistons, and I'm still going through withdrawals from last season. I can't wait until they start again. There's a preseason game coming up that is about 30 minutes away from where I live and I am watching for tickets to go on sale. I don't think my heart can handle it though... being there, live.

I have to stop talking about it, because I'm getting too excited.

Anyway, I went camping with my family this weekend. It pretty much sucked, then my cousin made me angry and I left at 9:30 Saturday night. Then I went to karaoke when I got home (about 11 pm) and not only was I right- Aiden had shown up at karaoke and I had missed him (he broke his foot again by the way- I think he needs to drink more milk), but a girl I went to high school with and used to teach me voice lessons was there too. That was weird to see her there.

One guy that comes there every so often was there sitting with Dar and Mark and Joy- his name is Loren. He's a cowboy, and I often pick on him calling his shirts "blouses," mostly just because it bothers him. I had my pink purse, and I placed it on the table when I sat down. He said something like "wow, that is a pink purse!" so I just put it on the floor. Then he said "Hey, put that thing back up here, let me look at it some more!" So I did. He and his friend proceeded to pet it and say "Yeah, that's nice, I like that." I might just want to take it home with me. It was just funny how enthralled they were acting about my purse. Probably not as funny typed as it was when I was there, but still- I was cracking up.

Friday, August 11, 2006

So although my life is not perfect, I'm thankful today. I was just reading Holly Grate's blog. I was reading about what happened to their family approximately a year ago, when Josh and Shelly lost their little girl. I can't imagine the kind of grief that they went through. I was reading about how difficult it was for Holly- and I can't even imagine what Josh and Shelly felt.

On a different note, I'm also thankful that it is Friday. This weekend I am going camping with my family for the 26th year in a row. Pretty much my whole extended family goes camping at the same place every year the 2nd weekend of August. I say pretty much, because I do have some cousins who don't go anymore, mostly because they're either in jail or just dumb- or both. And I'm kinda sad that my Uncle Tim isn't going- because I love to hang out with him. We always have so much fun together, which maybe is sad, because maybe he needs to grow up. I don't know, maybe everyone has an uncle like that. I'm just glad I don't have an "Uncle Creepy."

I just have old men that hit on me. Eew.

I am still in shock that Mr. Big came here yesterday, and at everything else that happened after that. I'm not sure what this means, but I'm ... well, to be quite honest, a bit terrified. Not only am I just so freaked out by the fact that he even came here... the guy who gets my address because he says he's going to write me over the summer, and then never does.... then he just shows up and wants to have lunch, and who knows what else? I'm also afraid to let him in again. Last time, my feelings were very strong, and in an act of self-preservation, and by the urging of some friends, I cut ties with him completely- without warning. I just stopped calling him. Now, this was the test: Would he call me? No. He did not. So that was seemingly the answer I needed. He wasn't going to go out of his way to call or write or whatever... so I figured that maybe I was thinking we had something more than we really did... or maybe just I felt for him in a way that he would never feel for me. I don't know.

I think this weekend will be very good for me. I'm going to be getting away from it all... and being able to step away from the situation sometimes helps. Unless it doesn't, of course. Maybe this weekend will be bad because I will have too much time to think about it.

I need to start reading more books. Then at least my mind will be occupied with something else, and maybe I'd have something interesting to write about. I only have 47 books in storage that I haven't read, or even that I could stand to read again.

That would be good for those of you who read the blog too- so you could not get so sick of hearing me talk about my relationship issues- or lack thereof- in some cases. Lately, there hasn't necessarily been a lack thereof. However, for all the guys I've dated in the past 7 months or so, I'd much rather just have that one person. I'm not sure if its Mr. Big or not, but if its not, I'd like to be sure... and end this thing once and for all.

Random pictures of Rasheed... those are mostly just because I love his fabulousness.
So I can't hold it back anymore.

My office manager is a nazi. I can't even type the words that come to mind when I think of her, because I get so angry. She is on this major power trip, and it is out of control.

This morning, she asked me if I did a quote (for auto insurance) yesterday. Now, since I am the only one at the front in the afternoon, I need to prepare all the deposits, the mail, and perform my other duties as Bonnie's assistant, I sometimes forget to tell her if I did a quote by the end of the day. Well, apparently I didn't do it correctly, mostly because I was informed incorrectly, and instead of the crazy bizzle coming to me and asking me, she asks Bonnie what I did. Now, how does this make sense to you? Then she comes over to me and talks to me like.. oh probably how I would talk to an infant. That really makes me angry- for the lack of better words (or less furious words).

I guess some people don't know how to speak to another human being with respect. That doesn't really make sense to me, because I was raised better. Apparently, this woman, and my sister were not raised that way. Or at least could care less.

Then I just had to attend a "meeting," that was her saying the same thing approximately 47 times. That drives me nuts.

I think I'm going to sing Karaoke tonight. They're having it on Thursdays now, and I need something to make myself feel better about his waste of a week.

Thursday, August 10, 2006

There has been an interesting change of events since I last wrote a few hours ago. I was at work, probably still fuming from the morning issues- when in walked a blast from the past. Mr. Big. I couldn't have been more surprised to see him, since I haven't talked to him since he began his big camp counseling job toward the beginning of the summer.

He came right around my lunch time, so we went to crapplebee's and shared an appetizer sampler, and I wasn't really all that hungry, so he consumed most of it. We had a good conversation, and at one point, I made him laugh so hard, he nearly spit out his drink all over. That was a good time. It was a time that I needed after the morning that I had.

Now I'm concerned. I don't know what to think of the little visit, because he did kiss me, and it was nice. It was just like I remembered it. I can't stop thinking about it now. I mean, it has only been a half hour since he left, but when he hugged me, he left some scent on me, and I smell like him. I'm not sure what this all means, or if it means anything. If he really is my Mr. Big, maybe we are meant to be together- but then again- maybe I'm just his comfort zone.

Advice- the panel is open. I know many of you don't know the complete story behind me and my Mr. Big, but its a long one. We've known each other, and been seeing each other on and off for approximately 5 years. I'm very conflicted right now, because I still care for him, but I'm still aprehensive about the things that have happened in our past. Please let me know what you think, or if you need more info- let me know. My life is feeling very surreal right now.

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

Oh my gosh! The more of my old pals that find my blog, the happier I get! I can't believe that Kristi Fields stumbled across my blog around the same time that I found hers! How cool is that?!

To answer questions on how I'm doing- I'm doing pretty well... same stuff, different day... I got into a huge fight with my sister (who for those of you who don't know, is pregnant with her first illigitimate child). Her boyfriend is a loser, and my mom kindly offered for his father to stay in our pop-up camper for a week-ish until he figured out what he was going to do (after he got out of jail), and mom decided he needs to leave, and although my sister hated him 2 days ago, threw a fit about it. She's really mature, I'll tell you what. I can only imagine what is going to happen to this child. I wouldn't be surprised if my mom ended up needing to raise the child.

Anyway, can you tell I'm still rather irritated by it? Well, my brother and I already discussed the loser's dad needing to get out, and what we will do if we have to. I have three very intimidating uncles... well actually four- one by marriage, and Terry has a plethora of football-playing friends. If we have to, we will use brute. If that fails, call the cops. I don't want to have to go that far though. I don't think we'll need to. My uncle Pat can be pretty scary by himself; let alone along with my other uncles.

Big surprise meeting with the big boss today- good to know approximately 3 hours ahead. The communication around here is just astounding!

Monday, August 07, 2006

Sorry if a few of you were a bit surprised when you decided to see what was going on in my life today. I decided to go for a change with my blog. Gotta love pink, right?

I had a pretty uneventful weekend. Lots of sleeping and some singing of the karaoke.

I'm pretty disappointed over all with the whole Zac situation. All of the sudden, he won't return my calls. I have no idea why, I even texted him to tell him that if he was upset with me that he should tell me. I'm pretty disappointed because I thought there could have really been something there. Oh well, guess I was wrong.

I heard about the ACDA job. They filled it, but they notified me that they are keeping my resume on file in case of another opening. I wasn't quite ready to move that far away anyway.:)

Well, this week is probably going to be irritating, but I'll get over it. I'm going to be so ready to go away with my family next weekend. Its our yearly excursion in pseudo-camping up north. This will be the 26th year in a row we've all gone. Good times.

Friday, August 04, 2006

So here's my glamour shot. I got my picture taken to go in the paper for work. At first I was freaked out, but since I haven't had my picture professionally taken since my High School senior pictures, I had forgotten how much fun it is. I must say, this was the best one out of the millions that it felt like he took (there were really only about 12 to choose from).

Don't you think Rasheed and I would make a beautiful couple?
T. G. I. F!

So I'm pretty flippin' excited that the Pistons are playing a preseason game at The Van Andel Arena (that's in Grand Rapids, and that's approximately 30 minutes away from my home). I'm pretty pumped about it, because I reeeeeeeeeeeeally want to go. I mean, I don't think you understand how happy I am that I could be in the same room with Rasheed, Rip, Tayshaun and Chauncey. Mostly Rasheed, but I love all of them. I'll probably pee my slacks.

Thursday, August 03, 2006

Above is Magglio Ordonez (there's a tilde on the 'n'). I refer to him as "hottie," because he's pretty cute. He had a nice hit last night and the Tigers won.

However the real love of my life is on the right: Rasheed Wallace.

So.. I'm pretty excited about the movie "Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby," because I am positive that it is going to be hilarious.

So did I fail to mention that not only is my sister's boyfriend now living in my mom's house, but also now that his dad is out of jail, mom is letting him stay in her pop-up camper outside in the yard. That's pretty special, and I must say that I don't get a good vibe. Perhaps its just because its douchebag's dad, or maybe it's because I know he just got out of jail, but I just don't like it at all.

I had by 90 day review yesterday, and let me tell you what, it was pretty exciting. Acutally not really. It was pretty uneventful.

Speaking of work, Jeff Thyer e-mailed me at the end of last week to inform me about a position that is available at the American Choral Directors Association. I sent my resume, not really expecting much. The position is in Oklahoma City. I don't really know how I would feel about living that far away from EVERYONE I KNOW. I doubt they'll even call me, so perhaps it doesn't matter how I'd feel.

Rae and I are in the office talking about our former hair disasters. Who remembers when my hair was so black that it looked blue? Probably not many... that happened during a summer, but the select few that saw it were at family camp that summer... and it really wasn't even that bad then, because I had dyed it lighter by then. OH that was bad. Then the time that the lady cut my hair up to my ears approximately a week before the 2000 England Tour. I was so unhappy with that. I look about 8 years old in all the pictures.

I'm pretty excited that its almost payday, and just as importantly, its almost FRIDAY. I am so done with this week.

They released the NBA Schedule for 06-07. I'm pretty excited about it. I already have some of the games written on my calendar, because I am obsessed. I am so excited. Its only 3 months away. I would start a countdown, but that would just be pathetic.

I just hope my sister doesn't have her baby during a Pistons game, because that would be a real problem for me. Sorry Sucka.

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

So word on the street is that on Saturday at the finals of "Ionia Idol," all the buzz was about how horrible the judging was on Thursday and how the three girls that were advanced shouldn't have been. That is awesome. My mom heard all about it from her boss; you see his soon-to-be son-in-law was the M.C, so he was there. At least those hacks got part of what was coming to them (the judges)- when my Aunt Neen told them that they sucked, and Jeff (Mary's Husband) said something else to them; and perhaps I'll never know exactly what he said.

Anyway it is hotter than hades around here. Yesterday the heat index was something like 105, and normally that would be pretty hot, but then you have to factor in Michigan's humidity. It was so hot, I couldn't even sleep last night. And I loves me some sleepy time. I'm seriously considering investing in an air conditioner for my room. I have to be able to purchase a small one for next to nothing.

I keep getting inappropriate e-mails from some guys that run other agencies of Farm Bureau. I've replied twice, and finally today the guy said he was sorry that it was supposed to go to another guy who has the same last name as I do. What a douche.

Yesterday the Tigers let the Ginger (Shelton) go down to AAA. He's been sucking it up, so perhaps he needs it, but then they lost again last night. Let's hope they get it together.

Is it the weekend yet?