Friendship

Ugh. When is the schoolyard drama supposed to end? I still feel like I have to be amazing at hop-scotch and hanging upside down on the monkey-bars to keep my friend(s) happy.

Didn't I learn back then that hop-scotch takes balance and swinging upside down takes practice and you get a lot of blisters in the learning process? I want to be a kid a times, but this? No thank you.

Wearing my heart under my sleeve is hard work (it's the same as on your sleeve except you don't let people know it's there). Back then you could talk to your teacher and they would help you resolve your issues and you'd usually get a sticker. Where is my teacher and where is my sticker dammit?

Yore?

So the joys of moving really haven't been joyous as of yet, it really hasn't been anything... We will be in the new place in a few weeks and we have yet to begin packing here at the lovely pink carpeted apartment. Needless to say I am stressed. When I get stressed, I just focus on being stressed and have blinders on towards everything else. UGH! I almost want to believe that my mind is playing tricks on me...that really we have started packing, but I don't live on Fantasy Island...

I've stepped into denial. I am already decorating, and planning the new place so much that old place is of yore. Maybe we do need to hire movers and a life coach. haha. I guess I am just going to have to take affirmative action. But, I don't know how well the manfriend will take me bossing him around...I'm gonna go with him not liking it very much.

I will again attempt to get my butt into gear... this time I wont fail. (fingers crossed)

The joys of moving

Ugh. My manfriend and I are in the process of moving, well by process I mean we have to move out of our apartment and into a house in about 2 weeks. We are moving into his house. It's the house he bought with his ex, but that won't be weird, right? Well, I know that it will be, how could it not. I know that first day I will have to go in and deep clean everything. Just to have my peace of mind.

I've started a task list this week. It consists of me borrowing sanity, a bilingual dictionary to learn how to cuss in different languages, and to find patience and or a murder/suicide weapon. Did I mention that we have not started packing...at all. I look around and already want to cry. We have soooo much crap. It's cute, nice crap, but crap is still crap. It's going to be a long 2 weeks. Do not be alarmed if I turn to drinking, heavily.

There is an upside of moving. Shopping! We picked out a dining set a few months ago. We found a rug today. Not to mention a few awesome lamps, side tables, a few pieces of art, and to top it off, some decorative sticks.

Other things to look forward to:
No more 3 flights of stairs
Non-squealing refrigerator
Not having drunk wall sharing neighbors
MY DOGS!!!!!

Yeah, I've lived with my manfriend for nearly 2 years without my pups. I am the worst dog-mom ever. I vow to make it up. I am getting them a doggy-door so they can not only have free roam of the house but the yard too. I am going to buy them all new "babies" to play with and have the pantry stocked with all their favorite snacks: popcorn, cranberry biscuits, and greenies!

Along with my task list, I have come up with a "sly" plan to rid ourselves of a few ultra-craptastic pieces of furniture. In actuality I am going to toss them right into the dumpster, but what I am telling my manfriend is that they mysteriously fell of the moving van... We aren't going to have a moving van though, so I'm thinking that he is going to see right through my "slyness", but it is worth a shot. The things that are going to turn up falling off: 1 ugly rickety coffee table, a freebie recliner that we picked up from an old neighbor (that weighs about 500 pounds), and a life-size framed Stewie poster from Family Guy portrait.

I guess I should start coming up with a game plan in lieu of blogging, but I've got to let a little steam out or else I'll resort to the weapon for reals. I'm off to search for free boxes and some packaging tape. Wish me luck!

Hmmm...

What does one do with a blog? Rant and rave? Put into words what cannot be expressed verbally, just mentally? I'm just going to take this whole blog thing nice and easy. Maybe I'll make an alter-ego through it, maybe I wont. Maybe I'll answer may own questions on life.

Man, this is sounding way too serious for me.

I grew up in Alaska; in a town of about 40,000 people. My parents managed to find the only high school with 50 people, (including the teachers). They wanted to protect me from boys, or from myself, I guess I'll never know. Where my love for clothes came from is a mystery, because at the said high school we had to wear uniforms. Unfortunately, not the cute plaid skirt uniforms, they were more along the line of cotton afghans in the lovely colors of royal blue or black in sizes ranging from tarp, tarper, and tarpiest. It made it easy for the mornings though, I'll grant them that.

Alaska, great for most and home for me. I can imagine that I'm this great hiker, granola,hippie person, it's easy to imagine. But, in reality I am not. I'm more prone to go home and get sucked into tv land or a great chick-lit book than to wander my own "home". Why, I don't exactly know. It could because the bugs are grody, it could be that the shoes are ugly, it could be that something funny is on cable, or even worse. I could get sucked into facebook, refreshing my page about 100 times... Just in case my "friend" posts something new about what they had for dinner. I ponder these things at night, when I'm going to bed, like why did so-and-so waste that much time telling everyone about the new shirt she bought was on mega-sale!?! This in turn makes me a statistic, I am everyone.

I guess what I am getting at is, why wasn't I the girl out there finding the great shirt on mega-sale and telling everyone about it.

So for now I see that I am making this blog about me...

Welp, here goes it...

Someone told me the other day that I should start a blog. I've flirted with the idea myself a few times the past few years. I told myself "why not, it's like keeping a journal only way less private." So I've started my digital chronicles...

-Autobiography-

I'm in my early 20's, I'm a receptionist, I'm ambitious (in my head), but afraid of failure. I'm in love with a bartender. I have a few girlfriends that I love more than life itself. I've been married. I've been divorced. Everything else is yet to happen. I'm selfish but I mean well, really. I'm a space-cadet. I love clothes, I love shoes, I love reading, I love red bull, I love great bargains. I love, I love, I love.

Obviously I don't do the whole "structure" thing, I just do. I'm a list keeper, but I keep them on mini post-it's and am constantly loosing them. I'm the type of girl that keeps a tooth-brush in her car because I forget to brush them about once a week.

I have 2 dogs, one is a regular Maltese (Biscuit) and the other is wal-mart special Maltese (Harry). They are bff's and adorable, not to mention perfect. Except maybe the one time Harry peed on my Ugg boots.

I love my job, but... there is always a but. I am a receptionist. I had someone in the office last week tell me that I was in a dead end job, they just told me point blank like that. Thanks for pointing out that I make your job seem seamless, and that you don't notice all the work that I do; I made an icy response "I know that being a receptionist, is just being a receptionist". In my head I was like "DOI". Pam Beesly from the office says it best, "I don't think it's many little girls' dream to be a receptionist."

One of these days I'll figure out what I want to do when I grow up.