Showing posts from August, 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 writ
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.
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
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 t
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 m
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.
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 th
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 b
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 rea
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
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 c
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 li
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, m
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 res
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 scen
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 discuss
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.
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 m ake 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.
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, J
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 gett