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I'm really hating this endless title of girlfriend. I made promises to myself that I have ignored. I love Jake to pieces and would love to be with him forever... but that's if he's ready and even wants to. To me the biggest way to prove it would be a ring. After a while words get old. It's starting to feel like empty promises and I'm not happy about it. Last year he said we'd be engaged within a year. I made suggestions about how to save, sent him rings that I wanted and waited. And waited. And... yeah, you get the idea. So now I have people calling him my husband and it burns. I don't want to be the forever girlfriend. I don't want to count on promises after the first were broken. Now that he announced he's only saved a few hundred towards the ring and it will be sometime in 2009 I am feeling like it's never going to happen. He's had over a year to start saving and more time considering he said he wanted to when he moved in. To me it would make sense to save for something you wanted. It would also make sense to only promise what you can do. Now I'm feeling horrible and even worse... feeling like a nag for asking him about it. I shouldn't have to be the one to give him pointers on this. There are plenty of guys who can tell him how to save and where to go for rings. Besides the guys who say rings are bullshit, that is. Those guys can kiss my ass. :p
This Sunday we went to my friend's unveiling. In the Jewish religion when a person dies they place the actual headstone a year later as a final farewell. It was a tough day for me. The man who died was like a father to me. He even offered to take me in as a foster child at one point. His daughter and I became friends and I even TA'd for him at school (he was an administrator there). Like all high school drama his daughter and I fought about something silly and my life got even more complicated. Years later it's one of my biggest regrets. Losing touch with some wonderful people over something that could have been fixed in one (or two) phone calls.
As fate would have it I met up again with his daughter and we have been talking and even hung out. Unfortunately it was after his death and I can only hope he sees me. Anyway, back to the unveiling. Jake was sick and I was starting to feel less than stellar, so we could only go to the ceremony. My friend showed up in crocks and some sort of shawl that made her look like a homeless person. Classic.... Her dad was probably smiling the whole time. My favorite part was when the Rabbi gave Jake a Yarmulke to wear. I whipped out my camera so I could snap a shot and grinned like a fool. After the ceremony my friend asked if I got a photo. She knows me so well... So now it's Monday, I'm sick (thanks, hon) and didn't go to work. My boss is less than pleased but I think she's catching onto the idea that me NOT being there means I am NOT infecting everyone else. Now if I can just get my taxes done quickly so I can get back home. *sigh* Sometimes people fuck up. Good people. Sweet people. Lonely people. A friend, who is married, looked to those she cared for to get the comfort and love that she wasn't getting at home. One guy popped up who showed her extra and an online relationship began. At first it was sweet. Teasing on the boards (not mine) and conversations. Then it became more and they were openly viewed as a 'couple'. I've always said she needs to break away first, then look for love. But that is someone looking in from the outside. I supported her and hoped for the best. The expected happened... her husband found the emails and looked on the board. They spoke and she asked for a divorce. He wanted a chance and she said yes, but it wasn't in her heart. This should have been a clue. A lesson learned. But instead of deleting the emails and laying low the guy manages to have his wife find them and she leaves. Instead of dropping the balls and accepting his choices he whined and said he'd made a huge mistake. Publicly. It was sooo not cool. Now my friend is trying to work through what to do next and deal with the pain of not having him to help her along emotionally. It's been pointed out that I'm milder on the Sims site. I guess I am... considering I didn't rip him a new one when reading the post. I don't dislike the guy... I'm just not happy with his actions. A lesson (hopefully) learned and more drama to put behind for my friend, and one more reason for me to make sure the channels are open with Jake . I think we're doing pretty good as far as not hiding things from each other. We share IM messages, PMs, posts and phone call conversations. I trust him and I hope that he trusts me. Relationships can be a bitch, y'all!
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Posted by Diva on February 22, 2008 | Comments (2)
I try to take nice photos. I smile, bat my eyes and make sure the makeup is on right. Jake does a last minute flex pose and gets almost 100 views. Granted, I added the photo to the All About Male group on Flickr... but come on! His photo is on page 26 to 30 the last I checked. So he's still mega popular 30ish pages back. Yeppers, the love of my life is Mr. Popular among gay men who prefer Bears. Yay....
I've been taking more self photos lately. Part of the reason is boredom, part because I'm finally beginning to be happy with how I look again. For so long I didn't want to see myself in a photo. It was another reminder of how much I've changed since the accident. Another ache in my heart that I was not getting better and another push to the realization that I either had to do a life altering surgery or suffer in pain. A year and a half later and I am beginning to remember the old me. The old life. Now I just have to save up so I can get out and enjoy the world outside. That's NOTHING compared to what I've been through. That's a fucking cakewalk.
Yeah... so this morning Jake and I had a fight. First he wakes up late... after turning off his stupid alarm that he set for four in the fucking morning. I mean come on! THEN I find out he didn't buy enough energy drinks and I am out. Whatever. He's so late that he can't run to the store so I grumble but deal with it. He quickly hands me my lunch bag while cooking his breakfast and I look in. Crumbs. He gives me crumbs for a snack. Aparently he ran out of THOSE too. Meanwhile he has all the ingredients to cook a big breakfast and all his needs are taken care of. Me... not so much. Selfish much? Fucker...
Is a total pussy. He's nervous about going back to school. Mind you, he's been going to classes for the past few years. His class tonight? Spanish. It's a no brainer! He's been speaking/writing Spanish for years. The class is just the second level. The first one put him to sleep and made him a G-d among men to his fellow classmates. He would ramble off answers and they would gasp in amazement. I can't wait for him to realize his potential in life. He's so talented, so smart. He's got so much to offer and just can't grasp that simple concept. All he needs to do in life is just keep a positive outlook and just try. The rest is like breathing for him. Oh yeah, and pay the fucking bills. I swear I want to kill Jake sometimes. Once again he didn't pay his bill. *grumbles* I just don't know what to do. I want to scream. I want to yell. I just am at my wits end. Emotionally I'm drained, physically... we won't even go there. We need a new game plan and fast. How can two people move forward when you can't get past the first hurdles? I am tossing and turning about my taxes this year. Do I go to the guy that screwed them up last time or try to do them on my own. If I do them on my own I know I won't get the same amount back... but at least I won't get screwed if he doesn't do everything right. *sigh* Time to learn TurboTax. At least I save money that way.
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Posted by Diva on February 07, 2008 | Comments (0) I asked JakeD to pick up a nice birthday card for our friend so we can give her something other than a hug tonight when we see her. He came back with some retching Hallmark card. I'm still going to give it to her, but ya know... it made me wonder if the problem lies within the lame wording of the card or the ever growing cynical part of me. It was bad. It started out with "For a Special Friend" and ended with a "and I really, really like when it's your birthday. Because then I get to let you know how much you mean to me". Personally I would drive pens through my eyes if I got something like this. But I'm hoping to liquor her up enough to where it seems like whispers from G-d. Then liquor her up more so she pukes on it and we have to toss it... and all that's left is a vague memory of an awesome card that meant the world to her. Yeah... that's the plan. Jake is a light weight. One glass of anything alcoholic and he's on his way to being tipsy. So last night he decides to stay up and has a glass and a half of MY Asti. He comes to bed around midnight and that's when the fun begins. He starts to snore... LOUDLY. I do my usual love kick. Nothing. It gets louder. I start my 'turn over' whine. No response. I roll over and shake him, then literally hit him on the chest. Nada. I finally give up around 1am and drag my extra cover and pillow into the den to sleep on the couch. I still hear him out there, but it's semi softer. I start to drift off to sleep... and my neighbor gets home. She's loud, has clunky shoes and seems to want to use every machine she has at once. I somehow drift off and then here Jake ask why I'm on the couch. I do my bitching and he says to come to bed. I get up and see something fly by me. I decide to stick my face up close to it and realize it's a white bat. I scream and it flies at me. I scream some more... each time getting louder. Jake FINALLY comes out and takes care of it. I ask if he shooed it outside and he simply says 'it didn't make it'. Then I notice the possum hanging off of the fire alarm. I scream again and Jake grabs the extra large fish net and scoops it up then tosses it outside. I start to notice all sorts of creepy crawly things and want out of the house pronto. I turn to a glass door then say, "What the fuck. We don't have a glass door" and wake up. It's now around 4am and I'm still on the couch. *grumbles* I stumble back into the bedroom, kick Jake over and have some weird dream about some woman with some insane amount of kids coming into a store and me helping her move the trolly she used to cart them in. I am sooo going to be hurting at work today. Jake started chuckling this morning (a rarity at this hour) and mentioned that Dorian was chasing his tail. I looked over for a sec and noticed he was spinning oddly. Me: I think he has something on his tail At this point I figured Jake would have taken him over to the kitchen and turned on the light to see what said sticky thing was. Instead he picked Dorian up and ran his hand down the tail... then stopped. Jake: Oh G-d! And with that we ended up spending twenty minutes cleaning poo from Dorian's tail. He made such a fuss... Meanwhile I'm late and calling my work with the 'my cat had poo on it's tail' excuse doesn't sound like it's going to fly. Yay for early morning tiffs. I was trying to wake up while surfing the web and Jake says "I put a dollar in your purse and took out the change." I yelled "Wait!" and stomped over. I save the quarters from the different states and had one or two I didn't have yet. After fussing at him he slammed the coins on my desk and said "FINE. I didn't realize it was such a big deal." Enter bitch-mode... "It's ALWAYS been a big deal. I'm not a bank. I need to keep change for when I park. I'm not a bank ya know!" With that I grabbed my coins and looked to see which ones I was missing. Only one of them was new, so I gave him the rest. All that over coins. It's not that I get annoyed about him digging in my purse for change... as much as him assuming it's his without asking. it would be different if I did the same. But anything I've borrowed I made sure to give back. I have yet to see any coins reappear in my purse. By this time I'd need a new purse just to hold them all. Jake also recieved a letter from the car accident lawyer. It looks like the woman is not going to settle and he will owe $1000. After consulting a free legal advice place they said that if he offers to pay half she may not try to sue for the other $500. I say it's worth a shot. So yeah... it will be hard times in this household for a while. Sometimes I want a macho man. A flexing, grunting, I'll take care of it kind of guy. The kind of man that gets his leg chopped off and simply tosses it into a bag and hops to work... and sews it back on during break. Mostly... it's because I have no maternal instinct and see my lack of compassion to the one person I love the most as a fault of mine. Take out the need for pampering and we're doing just fine and dandy. The minute Jake gets sick or just feels ill I go into some bizarre bitch-mode and can't seem to shake it until he gets out of it. Take this morning for instance. He is coming back from a two day vacation celebrating his birthday and managed to get food poisoning. He puked his guts out last night while at school so I picked him up (under threat of death if he puked in my car) and he went to bed. This morning he talked about not going into work and I turned into a mini boss. Statements like "You'll need a note", "This is a bad time for you to call in considering you'll be out with your knee" and even "You sounded JUST fine last night at 1AM when you couldn't sleep" flew out of my mouth . The final "You should AT LEAST go in for a little while" finally pushed him to iron his shirt. I practically bullied him into work. I don't know why I get this way. Maybe it's because most guys I've dated just buck up and deal with it. Most guys I've dated were assholes though. *blink* Well now... that puts things into perspective. Oh yeah... and I've been on hold for ten minutes listening to music and now have Cyndi Lauper's Time After Time stuck in my head. Blah. PS: After talking to a friend it was pointed out that I sounded a bit mean. It's not like I think Jake is a candy ass. He's strong, gets shit done and is the best bug killer I can find. When it's heavy he lifts it, when there's work to do, he does it. This rant is only on being sick... and more about how I react than how he feels. In short: He's a manly man. :p I've come to ackowledge Monday through Friday as the time between the weekends. I don't know if it's the impending holiday time off or just that I am sick of this job. Most likely it's a combination of the two. Welcome to the world of pseudo careers and slacker jobs. I've lived my life wanting to work enough to enjoy life. A little money in the bank and enough to buy what I need is really all I wanted. Slowly what I wanted over took what my job paid and now I'm just another shmuck in a dead end job trying to save for things I really can't afford. I dream of owning a home, although the ones I could afford I wouldn't want to live in. I dream of matching furniture.. again the ones I can afford I don't want to get. About the only thing I've managed to secure is a nice car that has payments I can live with and still order out. I love when people throw the 'but you have two paychecks coming in' line at me. Two people living together also mean bigger bills. I'm sure we could save more if we (meaning Jake) were more careful with our (meaning his) money. But I'm not his mom and refuse to be the typical nagging girlfriend. He knows what he owes and what he needs to save for. If he doesn't then the wrath is on him. :p ...named Jake. I woke up and lumbered into the bathroom, briefly glancing about. I noticed a glob of something by the shower and figured it was some sort of hairball. Lovely... I grabbed some toilet paper and reached down only to see that it wasn't kitty throw up, but a glob of some sort of crystalized peanut butter. Almost like a honeycomb. I cleaned it up and started picking little bits up off the throw rug, then noticed it was also on the towel. WTF!?! Afterwards I went into the kitchen. It was like a Mr. Peanut crime scene. Peanut butter on the counter, the sink, the OTHER counter. What did he do... use his hand to scoop it out? Nope. In the sink were TWO knives, each with big goops of peanut butter on them. A HUGE pet peeve of mine. Since the surgery I haven't tried peanut butter yet... and have always had a thing about not cleaning it off of your knife when done. Jake, on the other hand, leaves half a fucking jar on the knife and then drops it into the sink to sit... and harden... and get EVERYWHERE. He woke up just in time to hear me bitch (as if I wouldn't save it) about his peanut butter orgy. At least he cleaned the knives this time. :p
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Posted by Diva on October 10, 2007 | Comments (1) Jake received a letter in the mail saying the lawsuit is *almost* finished. The remaining issue is $1,087 which is over the amount of my coverage. They want to know if we're going to pay this. WTF!?! After the original request was slapped down by their lawyer I was not to happy to get a follow up letter regarding the matter. Especially since the amount keeps changing. Now I have to play phone tag with the lawyer to find out what's going on. If I had the money I would just throw it at her to go away. Right now I'm hoping for a small miracle that they'll manage to talk down her lawyers and just settle the damn thing. I just want to get on with my life already! Working in the medical field has it's perks. It also has it's annoying parts. People want free advice. They want to know it's going to work before they even try it... even if there's no guarantee that they will have the same outcome. Try explaining that to someone looking for a miracle. so yeah... this Friday I met with a friend's niece and talked about weight loss surgery. Here's the kicker: It was at a burger joint. Their choice, not mine. Jake and I met up at Hamlet's and ended up sitting for a half hour before my friend got there. Then another thirty minutes til her niece arrived. She was nice, funny and I think would do good with the surgery. Then again, this is a non medical opinion based on one meal. The hardest part is giving her information without touching on my personal opinion of the doctors/personnel. Surgically the doctor is excellent. Personally... not so much. But that was with me. Again, same thing with the staff. How I have to deal with them is completely different, so it's not fair that I even bring that into the mix.I spoke about it with my friend beforehand and she agreed that it wasn't something to discuss. Stick to the medical questions, leave the personality part out of it. Saturday was decent, although I checked my PMS time-frame several times after having it out with Jake. Nope, not due. He was just being an ass. He wanted to go to Cat and Mark's house to play games. He also discussed with them about getting me to join. Bad idea. See... I don't play video games. I grew up before they were everyone's passion and personally get too stressed when watching. Plus, most of the games Jake plays makes me dizzy just to follow. I feel like I'm sea sick after a few minutes. Give me something silly like the Sims 2 and I'm happy. Anyway, he told me and I suggested they come to our place so I could fuck around on my computer while they played. He started the make me feel guilty and I got pissed. REALLY pissed. It's not fair that I should have to play something just because he wants me to. If I'm not interested... then I'm not interested. It took me half the night to get over it. In the end they had fun with their games, I downloaded a ton of shit for the Sims 2 game and all was good. In between we had a good meal, interesting conversation and the night ended on a positive note around 2 a.m. Is the weekend really over? *sigh*
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Posted by Diva on September 10, 2007 | Comments (0) On Friday Jake started talking about getting a bookshelf for all his books that he has lying around and in a big ole box in the closet. After fretting about where we would put it I remembered that Cat helped re-design a house before using her Sims program. I called her up and asked if she could help. Within minutes I was being sent different options on where to place all of our furniture. Here's the current design and the one we chose. She even offered to come over and help with Mark so we could get all the heavy furniture moved. I cannot even begin to say how much I appreciate all that they have done for us. Besides being tired Mark still said yes and within a few hours we had everything in place. The next day it was back to Hell. Ikea-Hell, that is. I cannot even start to talk about how much Burbank is like the fifth ring of Hell for us. Especially at that fucking store. The people are pushy, cranky and it's almost like war in the pick up area. After returning the extra flooring for a 200 dollar credit (yay!) we ventured our way back into the bowels of Ikea to look for a bookshelf. Jake wanted to high tail it out of there but I said no. I'll be damned if I was going to make another trip to this place... EVER (unless Cat or Mark needed something). We found a decent one and bolted for the door. After paying for the bookcase Cat suggested we head over to Islands for dinner. Since they knew where it was I waited for them to get their car. I thought I saw them and pulled out of my space (big mistake). When I realized it wasn't them I pulled to the side and hit the hazard lights and waited. Some complete idiot pulled up behind us and started flashing his lights. I rolled down my window and waived him on... nothing. He just sat there. He yelled something and I yelled back, "Don't you know how to go the fuck around!" With that I gave up and headed for the entrance... with the idiot in tow. He followed us all the way around the corner before parking and jumping out of his car. He slammed his door, stomped to the passenger side, opened and slammed that door too. It was... odd. We made it to the restaurant and tried to cool down while Mark laughed about how we manage to get the biggest idiots to deal with. We're lucky like that. :/
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Posted by Diva on August 13, 2007 | Comments (0) Jake has an annoying sarcastic attitude when I wake him up. Last night I woke up around 12:48am to some faint beeping sound. I rolled over and Jake wasn't there. I went into the den and there he was... sound asleep in his chair while his computer beeped about being over heated (fucking Athlon). I called his name out a few times, each getting louder. Finally I yelled and he woke up. I told him to go to bed and turn off his computer and he threw his hands in front in some sort of oh no waving (hard to explain) and said, Oooh Kaaay. I wanted to throw something at him. Instead I walked over and turned off the whining computer and made sure he didn't knock over the television while teetering around the floorboards we have yet to put into place. Oy... Oh yes, the PMS stick has hit me especially hard this week. It started with a bitch fest between my boss and I that deteriorated into us saying "FINE" back and forth. I think I won that one, but not before my friend left the office practically stapling her finger to stop from laughing. Not one of my finest hours... Then I came home planning on eating a healthy salad only to find some funky ass brand salad dressing that tasted like oil slick. After that I dialed Jake's cellphone and left a bitch mail while looking for some Chili to cook and went balistic when I couldn't find any. After throwing myself into my chair and bitching about him in the IRC channel I went back to see if there was anything to cook. I stood on a chair and found a lone can of Chili shoved in the back... in a plastic bag. Then there was the cheese. Use before July 16th... Oh yes, I was NOT happy. Luckily for my boss (and myself) she isn't going to be in the office for the rest of the week. JakeD is SOL... Jake and I are about to have some pretty strong changes in how we live. Between bills and school books we are tapped out of cash. Add to the fact that him going to school instead of just using the online classes means I have to re-adjust my eating and exercising habits. Instead of Jake being home to cook the meals and being my support system to make me walk when I don't want to I have to push myself. Take tonight for instance. I sat at my computer and didn't do shit. Yeah, this is going to work out perfectly. I am amazed at how much I depend on him for every little thing. Now we have to deal with these changes and see where it takes us. *sigh*
Jake and I went to Universal Studios with our friend Pattie this weekend and had a blast. It was a last minute day trip that ended up being worth every cent. We took TONS of photos and walked our asses off. It was nice to just get out and be entertained. I gave it a review over at 43 Places, and decided to cross post it here.
I just got back from Universal Studios and had a blast. They are constantly changing and upgrading the tours so it's always something new. I took my boyfriend, who has never been to Universal Studios, and my friend. We arrived at opening time (9am) on a Saturday and there were hardly any lines. We headed straight for the guided tour (a MUST SEE) and walked right on. The rest of the day we spent going through the different attractions and enjoying the day. If you are into movies you will appreciate this more. It is geared towards showing people what happens behind the scenes and giving them an enjoyable time. Attire: Prepared to get wet. Most places have at least a mist. By the second ride my makeup was off and my hair was wet. Keep this in mind when carrying bags, cameras, etc... Comfortable shoes are a must. It's a very large place. I enjoyed every attraction I went to, so I'll give a break down of my opinion of each (I did not go on all of them so this is an incomplete list of what is available): The guided Tour: Go there first to beat the lines. It's a great ride where you get to see set designs, surprises and thrills. My favorite part on this ride was King Kong as far as scream value. My friends' left ear can attest to this. Jurassic Park ride: Be prepared to get soaked. SOAKED. I swear you would have thought someone stood over me with a bucket of water by the time I got off. It's perfect for the hot summer days. Backdraft: Perfect for after Jurassic Park ride to dry off. A pyrotechnic show with some surprises. I never saw the movie but it was still highly enjoyable. Special Effects stages: We had a blast in here. Sit down and watch how the magic happens. Everything from Blue Screen to CGI is covered, as well as sound effect. The tour guides were hilarious and we had a lively group. House of Horrors: Oh G-d! I screamed my way through this place. It was definitely one of my favorite parts. I walked in expecting some sort of museum about horror films and ended up walking through a VERY dark haunted house tour. I have a scream factor of ten so I spent half the tour scaring those around me. Back to the Future ride: Fun but a tad long in the beginning. The signs give warnings about claustrophobic people but I didn't think it was bad. It's a simulator that takes you on a trip through time, flying around. Terminator 2 - 3D: There was an obnoxious guy on the mic outside which was funny for about 2.3 seconds... but thankfully he was not part of the ride. Long intro, so be prepared to stand. I was almost ready to leave when we finally went into the seating section. If you like 3D movies and special effects together you will enjoy this one. The funniest part was the 'commercial' showing how Shaq's free throw improved with Cyberdyne technology. Revenge of the Mummy ride: A roller coaster with fun special effects. I thought the warning signs were a tad over done. They made it sound like a terrifying ride that only the healthy should ride (back/neck problems, seizures, heart trouble, motion sickness, recent surgery, prosthetic limbs, etc...) It was a little too short but still worthy of checking out. I wouldn't bother standing in a long line for it though. We ate lunch at Doc Brown's Chicken, which had decent prices and really good chicken. There are tons of places to eat or grab drinks. Overall: City Walk is an interesting place to go in itself. You can hang out, eat and go to the movies. I would recommend this to anyone wanting to enjoy a fun day who enjoys the magic of movies and fun rides. The park is kept clean and the staff are very friendly. You can always find someone to help you with directions and the rides are enjoyable for all age groups. I'm not sure why some did not like the place, but we had a blast.
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Posted by Diva on June 17, 2007 | Comments (1)
Saturday we had a blast on our first official day trip. We started out an hour later than planned (beauty will not be rushed) and made our way up the coast in what turned out to be a wonderful ride. It added a little more to the drive time, but was worth it just to enjoy the scenery and get a chance to talk.
We finally arrived at Solvang a little after 12 noon and started to wander around the streets. Half a dozen tour buses pulled up and small groups of Japanese tourists piled out, snapping pictures at all the buildings and chatting politely to each other. The first impression of this little town is 'hokey'. Then 'touristy'. After peeking through a few shops filled with the best junk that money could buy I was about to call it a day, but knew Jake wanted to see more. As we walked around to more of the shops I wondered what it would be like to live in a place like this. It was the ultimate tourist-driven town. Every shop was filled with glass baubles and little Danish themed nicknacks. Then we arrived at the food section. Yummy deserts that we didn't get and overly priced meals that we also didn't get. Finally Jake found a decent priced cafe called Mandarin Touch and we started to enjoy the atmosphere. I even got to see the Clydesdale horses I remembered from so long ago. The town is worth a visit just to see. You need to come with an open mind and just enjoy it for what it is: A touristy spot with nice people to guide you along the way. Everything is kept clean and freshly painted. The public toilets are everywhere and kept clean and stocked. The town maybe a tourist trap, but it's a well done tourist trap. I'm glad we went. On the way home I started feeling... sad. The day was only halfway over and I just didn't want to go back to our normal routine: Computer or TV. Three O'Clock seems to be the most frustrating times for me on the weekends. It's almost too late to go most places and yet worth it just to get out. I looked at the clock and saw the time. I sighed. Jake asked what was wrong and I told him I still wanted to hit Santa Barbara... even if it was to just go on the beach. I admit being the fussiest person... so this was a last ditch effort to just prolong going to our crappy little apartment. He agreed and my mood lightened. We arrived at the beach around four and parked next to a skating spot. Dips and curves that made me cringe were being treated as ramps by kids that came up to my hip. We oohed and ahhhed all the tricks they did and groaned when a few ate concrete in front of us. A couple of guys sat at the side with Skating Monitor on their shirts and listened to their MP3 players. Every once in a while one would call a kid over and hand them a helmet. They were always polite and the kids seemed to have a good repore with them. We ventured on, taking pictures of all the beautiful sites and walked along the beach. I asked a few people if they were locals and what restaurants were good. Everyone seemed to be tourists or new in town. We ended up eating at a restaurant back on Stearns Wharf. After choking on the *nice* restaurant menu ($34 for some sort of lobster dish) we ambled up to the bar/cheap restaurant called Longboard's Beach Bar and Grill on the upper level. There we had a delicious casual meal (the chicken strips are to die for) and drank some alcohol (I had two glasses of wine, he had some beer) while watching the boats and birds glide across the ocean. When the sun finally got close to setting we rushed out to snap a couple of photos. It was a wonderful day that I didn't want to end. I thought about getting a hotel room but figured we'd wait a paycheck (or two) and look for a few more spots to hit while there. It feels so good to finally be able to travel around. I felt like we were falling into a horrible routine of just being together instead of enjoying each other. Saturday was a much needed shot of relationship 'couplism' time that was long overdo. Sometimes just being together isn't enough. You can be in the same room and still be miles apart. I look forward to venturing farther and traveling more. Yay for couplism!
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Posted by Diva on June 03, 2007 | Comments (1) Two hours to go before my weekend officially kicks off. Two hours before I jump into my car and sit in traffic. Two hours... and counting down. This weekend we're off to another fun California location. After three years of surgeries and injuries and sitting around I decided that 2007 was the year we started acting like a couple. No more weekends at home spent chatting online and playing games. At least, not the whole weekend. I want to travel. I want to have fun. I want to start taking photography lessons... and need to practice my shot. I've lived here all my life and there are so many things I haven't explored. No more putting stuff off. We may not make it to Europe for a while but we can at least travel within our means. California here we come! Next stop: Salvang!
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Posted by Diva on June 01, 2007 | Comments (2) WTF!?! I woke up at around midnight last night and noticed Jake wasn't in bed. I figured he was messing around on the computer and went out to nag him back to bed. I walked into the den and didn't see his head over the TV. Not on the couch or in the kitchen either. I walked over to his desk and found him on the floor, spread eagle with the trash can between his legs. I panicked. I freaked. I yelled out his name and shook him. He was... asleep. On the floor. When he woke up I was relieved. Me: Jake! You just KNOW we're going to continue this conversation tonight.
I finally posted the photographs I took while at the Renaissance Fair on my birthday weekend on my Flickr account. This year the maiden VS wench radio was surprisingly high. Very few wenches (IE: women with boobs practically falling out of their tops) were waltzing around. A few older wenches were about (ew) and from the looks of it their boobs could have been chin rests. Floppiness is NOT attractive!
The Bold and Stupid Guys show was hilarious, as were the conversations of random people. One man walked around with a bunch of rope and started impromptu rope pulling contests. Jake jumped into one and their side won. There was also a few fairies (or pixies) that tried to cause havoc on unsuspecting people. One would play dead while the other two held rope across the walkway. We walked in and Jake was skeptic. He assumed it would be something boring that you 'had to be into' to fully enjoy. Within ten minutes he was talking about coming back and dressing in costume. *smiles* The costumes were fantastic (as usual) and the faire was very large. If you haven't been to one, it's a memory you won't forget.
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Posted by Diva on May 07, 2007 | Comments (1) I'm a sucky touristy guide person. "jake:s been out here for over three years and the only places he's been is The Ghetty Center, The Long Beach Aquarium, The Renaissance Faire and the Santa Monica Halloween Carnival. To my *weak* defense I couldn't walk far before because of my back so I couldn't go a lot of places. But since the weight loss I am finally able to walk around relatively back pain free. No more excuses. There are a lot of mini road trips to take, so I need to get my ass in gear and do them. Our date night was a wake up call to that. Then there was the conversation with our mutual coworker. "J" wants Jake to go with him on a 13 mile walk for some sort of cause. All I remember is they get a Tiffany necklace at the end. It's going to be on Jake's birthday weekend, so "J" wanted to ask me if I had any plans for him. Nope! Take him away! I think it would be a great adventure to hang out with the guys and do this walk. "J" is super nice and it would be good for Jake to get away. Plus, it's in October... and I don't have plans past this Friday. I swear to G-d I am going to lock up the frig and cabinets with padlocks. Last night was the last night before I came back to work (and online life) after a four day mini vacation. Half for my birthday, half for my sanity. I pushed myself to go to bed and Jake decided to stay up. That's my first clue. When he finally came to bed sometime after midnight the sleep kicking began. AGAIN. Jake loves to snack right before bed. Unfortunately that usually makes him have funky dreams which make him restless. Last night he must have been dreaming he joined the Rockets. I'd wake him up and he'd go right back to kicking. By three AM he awoke me from a break up dream and I figured it was a sign. I grabbed my pillow and an extra blanket and headed for the couch. It's real comfy to sit on, but a killer if you lay down. Now I'm up with aches and pains from here to eternity and tired as hell. They're going to love my disposition at work. Jake arrived home yesterday around 2pm. He stopped by my work to get the house keys and looked pretty tired. I guess you really CAN'T go home again. He didn't sleep well and couldn't wait to leave. I was hoping he'd have a better time. Don't get me wrong, he enjoyed seeing his family and all. It's just that he couldn't wait to get back where his cell phone had reception and there was DSL for the computer. It's funny how you can live your whole life in a small town and the minute you see what else is out there you suddenly feel deprived. Heh. Yeah, so last night I was sound asleep when the bedroom lights flashed on. It scared the shit out of me. I shot up in bed to see Jake, peering out the bedroom door and then close it. He turned the lights off, then on again and opened the door... peeking out. I was thoroughly freaked out. After asking if he was dreaming he looked confused, then said 'Yeah I guess so' before turning off the lights and going back to bed. I got up to open the door and walked around, just in case he was hearing something. I swear I'm going to tie him to the bed at night. Oy... Way back in 2003 JakeD got into a car accident in my new car. He tried making a left turn in front of some chick speeding down the road in her brand spanking new BMW. For three years we've been trying to put the case behind us, but it hasn't been easy. The woman ended up being a nut case that wouldn't sign anything. At one point my car insurance had to hire a private detective to make sure she was getting the mail. I finally signed off on the thing so her insurance could get paid. When November passed we breathed a sigh of relief. The case was officially closed. February 26th we get a call from some guy stating he wants to serve us. Apparently the bitch filed a suit on November 22nd (the day before it expired) and they were just getting around to giving us the papers. You can imagine how thrilled I was to hear this. I called the insurance company, who had to re-open the case and assign yet another adjuster. We were back at step one. Yesterday I called the insurance people after being notified of a court date in which no one showed. I panicked. They assured me we didn't have to. Apparently her attorney is similar and has yet to even tell them what she's suing for. So now it's in their hands and we just have to sit and wait. The ironic thing is this twit lives blocks from us. I have yet to venture out that way, but I can tell you it is tempting. If she starts claiming permanent injuries you bet your bottom dollar I'll be in front of her house with a camera in hand. All the people in LA... and he has to hit a psycho-chick. My boss is nuts. Seriously. Not only does she know EXACTLY what kind of relationship I should be having, but what kind of future we are planning. I was sitting at my desk, minding my own business, when her carpool buddy came by to show her a baby blanket she had knitted. It was pink and frilly, that's my take on it. I had just taken a big gulp of water when my boss blurted out, "This would be perfect for Odessa. She's planning on getting married and they'll be having a baby sometime after that." I choked on the water, spitting it everywhere. "Wha...!?!?!" was all I could get out. She held the blanket up, as if I was going to coo at it. "Leave me out of your baby plans please" was all I could say before cleaning up all the water.
Last night was yet another round of stubborn heads between Phoebe and Jake. This time Jake started it. I have no idea why but he gets annoyed with when the cats are laying on me at night. One usually lays on my side/hip while the other lays over my leg. Getting up to pee is a treat. Anyway, Jake decides to push sleeping Phoebe off of me. That sets her in motion and she starts running around the apartment. Jake gets up and chases her around with the squirt bottle while I fuss at him. She finally jumps on the bed again, only to use Jake's crotch as a diving board. This makes him even MORE grumpy and the running with squirt bottle continues. Once back in bed Phoebe sneaks back onto the bed. Jake, in sensor mode, turns over and pushes her off. I fuss and she jumps back up again, shielded by my arm. Finally I yell "Just leave her alone. Jeesh." while she's trying to lay on my chest under my arms to hide from him. Mind you the whole time this is happening I am giggling. It's like a circus in our house.
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Posted by Diva on January 31, 2007 | Comments (0) It's that time of the year again. Time to start panicking about bills. Every year I do the same fucking thing. Come mid March my tax refunds come in and everything is hunky dory. I have extra money in the bank, bills are paid off and all is well in the Odessa/Jake household. A few years back I made some major computer upgrades with my refund and the money dissipated. But for the last two years I haven't done jack shit with it. Yet somehow the money still ends up gone by the new year. A few months back I decided to take a large chunk of it and put it into a online savings account. The interest rates blew my local bank out of the water so I couldn't resist. Still... I kept some in the checking for emergencies. No emergencies happened and here I am, panicking. I have money in savings. It's not like I'm down to the wire. But if I am ever going to move out of this shitty little apartment and into something nice I have to forget those accounts even exist. I think it's the idea that I can't just go out and buy something for two weeks. I can't pay any bills (except rent) and it's going to be tight. I worked hard not to live like that. It was something I did a long time ago and still cringe when I think about it. Robbing Peter to pay Paul and begging Mary for an extension. My other issue is that I look to Jake and want to start grilling him on his finances. Truth is, I'm afraid I'll never move forward and it kills me to think about it. I don't want to live like this. I want to be comfortable. I'm not talking rich, just enough to be able to eat out when we like and buy a video. I want my sites to work. I want to travel. I want to see my friends in Georgia. Little things that are just out of my reach right now and it's killing me. Then there are the big things. Marriage. I want a ring. A nice ring. My friend and I talked about this earlier in the week and she said that engagement rings are pointless. I disagreed. Not just on the traditional meaning of the ring, that it signifies commitment, but that it also proves he is able to save up for something he really wants. You save for what you want. No excuses, no 'next week'. If you want it then no one has to remind you to do it. I don't want to ask about if he's been saving up because any answer but 'yes' would kill me. Money makes me crazy. The Odessa/Jake household is officially sick. He's worse off than me though. So today I go to work and feel miserable while he gets to stay home and do the same. I can't risk missing any more work right now so I'm stuck. Every time I mention sickness my boss goes off on her 'you should have gotten a flu shot' rant. It's not the fucking flu! It's a miserable head-cold from hell. *grumbles* I was surfing through StumbleUpon and stumbled across a site that offered some simple tips on how to hide an erection. Of course I had to ask Jake if this was a regular problem while he was battling monsters on his X-Box 360. Me: Hey! He thinks I'm trying to throw him off. I'm just keeping him on his toes. Yesterday was wrapping day at our house. Number of presents to wrap: 1. I was sitting at the computer with Phoebe when her ears perked up and she took off down the hall like a bat out of hell. The next thing I hear is paper crumpling and Jake yelling, "G-d damn it!" She waltzed back out only to do it again. By the third time Jake learned to listen for her galloping and pulled the paper out of the way. I was no help, laughing and calling to her. I can't imagine wrapping any other gifts. If we have to I'm getting video of it. :D
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Posted by Diva on December 22, 2006 | Comments (1)
Halloween was a fucking blast. I finally took Jake to see the West Hollywood Halloween Costume Carnaval. If you've never been and are planning to be in Los Angeles next Halloween... It's the BEST place to go. West Hollywood is made up of a mostly gay community and is a great place to hang out. The people are friendly, the streets are kept clean and there are some great places to shop. The annual Halloween party is held on Santa Monica Blvd and spans for almost two miles. This year they estimated about 500,000 people showed up. It was insane! The costumes were over the top and the people were all so nice. There were families with children of all ages joining in and everyone loved to have their picture taken. My only downer was that I forgot to change my camera setting to outside/night so the pictures aren't great. Jake got some fantastic shots, though.
We drove down Santa Monica Blvd until the roadblock signs warned of "Loooooong delays", then turned down a side street. After a few *cough* wrong turns we ended up at the parking lot. We arrived around 7PM (about 1/2 after everything started) and ended up on the fifth floor before finding a spot. After that it was a short walk into party heaven. Imagine four lanes with a median in between and people filling both sides. There were at least four radio stations with stages set up blaring music while people danced. The roads were blocked with police who were taking pictures and posing with people. We started up one way and the costumes just kept getting better. I kept asking Jake to take pictures and he finally said, "Next year. This is just so much to take in." I forgot how overwhelming it can be for someone the first time. The best part about this party is that people spent a lot of time to come up with these costumes. Most parties consisted of the usual rentals and cheapies from stores. A lot of these were hand made or altered. As we walked down the road there were people gathered around spots watching others do dances and acting in costume. My favorite has got to be the Victoria Secret Models. Four men dressed in tight shorts and black wings that looked like super models. They would clear a small area and each take their turn walking the catwalk and posing like glamour models. I went nuts. They all had incredible bodies and were gorgeous. Another popular duo was the YouTube guys. They wore a box cut out that looked exactly like a Youtube page (pictures on my Flickr account) with fake/humorous ads on the top and side. Crowds would gather and chant "Rotate! Rotate!" until the guys turned the ads to say something else. Brilliance! The freakiest costume was the one I am using for my post. It wasn't JUST the costume. The guy had this high pitched maniacal laugh that made my neck hairs stand on end. I didn't know whether to laugh or run. I chose to just hide behind Jake and tell him to take a picture. We walked for two and half hours straight before my back started to give out. I felt bad about having to go so early. Luckily our cameras batteries both died at the same time so it was a good time. This was one of the best Halloweens ever!
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Posted by Diva on November 02, 2006 | Comments (0) I got back from the surgeon today. He must have swallowing a handful of NICE NICE pills before he opened the door. We were greeted by a smiling doctor, shaking hands and asking how everything was. It was a vast difference from the asshole I had to deal with in the hospital. Maybe he realizes what an ass he was... but I doubt it. I was just grateful to have a pleasant experience with the prick. :p My pains are normal so that is a relief. As the swelling goes down the pains are the healing process. No way I could have gone back to work any sooner. I have been feeling really dizzy and light headed today so he said to up the caloric intake. So much for the pounds melting away. My back isn't killing me after walking around which really made me feel better. He said I may find some internal stitches popping out as they dissolve. I'll look like a FemBot! :D I want to say that this experience has been an eye opener. I couldn't have done it without the love and support Jake has given me. I am so lucky to have him by my side. <333 Thank you Jake. I love you with all my heart and soul. I had my first almost real meal. Minestrone Soup... blenderized. That's right... There wasn't a speck of anything in it but it was goooood. I ate more than I was supposed to (oops) but it was too good to pass up. I looked up the serving size after I finished the meal. My bad. So far no pains, etc... One thing I learned from this experience is to NEVER assume it's going to be a walk in the park. I figured I would have six weeks of needed vacation to lounge around and rest. The clear liquids would be a no brainer and what is one month or two compared to the healthier you? I should have mentally prepared for this. I was trying so hard to just get past the surgery that I didn't think about the recovery process. I feel bad for Jake. By the time he gets home he's worked all day and wants to unwind. Meanwhile I'm ready to explode from boredom and feel uber needy. Of course when I fuck up and do something I'm not supposed to (and hurt myself) he gripes at me for not asking him to do it. My friend called today after getting back from Australia and I overwhelmed her with chatter. I was just so glad to talk to someone. I don't think she got a word in for the first twenty minutes or so. :D Finally I stopped the "MEMEME" and asked about her. Yeppers, I may be slow but I catch on...
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Posted by Diva on October 02, 2006 | Comments (0) Just a few of the things that I have been going through this week. The fan for my heatsink died, leaving me computerless for a couple of days. I was not amused. I've been getting ready for my pre-op appointments next week so it added to the 'not so happy' phase. Hopefully those will go well and I will be on my way to a healthier me. Oh, and last night I got a rude awakening from my boyfriend. There I was, sleeping like a baby when Jake stumbles to the bathroom. A few minutes later he stumbles back in and plops down on my bad knee. You know, the one I've already had surgery on ONCE? Yeah, so anyway... I kicked him off the bed with my other leg and he starts griping at me. I'm in a fetal position trying to breath and he's bitching about being kicked onto the floor. I should have kicked him in the head. :P
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Posted by Diva on September 08, 2006 | Comments (0) I can't believe it. The worst week to NOT have chocolate and yet here I am. PMSing with NO chocolate. Last night Jake bought me one of the four Reeses Peanut Butter Cups in one candy. I was happy. I ate three and decided to save the forth for tonight. I asked if he thought it would be okay without being wrapped up and with a nod it was shoved into the drawer for safe keeping... Or so I thought. Fast forward to this evening. After a horrendous day fighting with my boss I was looking forward to that chocolate. Hell... I NEEDED it. I opened the drawer and blinked. It was gone. I moved papers around. Nothing. I thought back to the Snickers incident and glared at Jake. He looked around and swore he didn't touch it. Together we looked around, ending up at the kitchen trash. There it was, crumpled against the side. Let's just say a certain boyfriend is on his way to get me more candy as we speak. I think my boyfriend and I need a no talking rule in the morning. He can be so damn grumpy and it sets off my 'oh yeah?! I can be grumpier' sensor. The result? Sleepy bitching. I get up at 5:30 am so I can try and think about a rant and he sleeps til I bitch at him to get up. I figured I'd leave the alarm on and hit snooze so I don't have to worry about it. He bitched at me for leaving it on and I said, "Fine! Then from now on you either get up on your own or I'm leaving without you!" The joys of a relationship. Don't get me wrong, I love the guy. But he can be a real asshole in the morning. Me, not so much. Bah. I just finished the first of two wonderful days off. On Wednesday my boss broke the news that she would be out next week. That blew my chances of taking Thursday and Friday off. I mentioned it to her and she said, "Why not take tomorrow and Friday off instead?" Oh hell to the yeah! I busted my ass to finish up all my reports and smiled all the way home. Today was spent just relaxing. I cleaned up the logs for this site and NoChickTrix, and just stayed away from the IMs. I plan on doing the same tomorrow. Not being social, that is. I am probably going to sleep in, watch some movies and just not think about anything. Jake stayed after work today to play some basketball with the guys, which was nice. I missed him but the alone time was kick ass. It's been so long since I just had time to myself like that. I remember when he first came out here. I wondered how I would be able to deal with someone in the same home for a whole month. Three and a half years later I miss him when he goes to the store. It's strange... I went from wondering how I was going to deal with him in my life to how I deal with him not being there... even for an hour or two. Okay, enough with the sappy shit. Back to my vacation. Weeee! I have finally listed about 98% of my movies on DVD Spot. I still miss Guzzlefish, but oh well. I like how DVD Spot has an owned and wish list section. I finally have a list of the VHS I still need to buy as DVDs. I'm still going to replace that old cabinet with something a little larger and more stylish. I just loathe having to do it before we move into something larger. A nice two bedroom with air conditioning would be nice. Jake's last day on his temp job was Friday. He did one interview with a friend of mine, but it's still iffy. I'm not counting on that one, so I hope he has more soon. At least he finally signed up for classes. I'm annoyed that he's still going parttime, though. *sigh* I just want to move on with my life to something better. I can wait 4 1/2 years to move, but that's it. I wish we had a Plan B.
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Posted by Diva on June 05, 2006 | Comments (0) Last night was fun. I crashed out early, wanting to ready myself for today. My boss has been out for two days and is sure to be on the lurk for any little thing. Jake crawled into bed sometime around midnight. I awoke to the bed shaking. At first I thought it was an earthquake. When it happened again I realized it was something worse. Jake had the hiccups. What's worse was the smell that was flowing through our apartment. I jumped up and went for the kitchen, thinking he had left something on the stove. Nope. It was something he cooked and ate. Ew. It smelled rancid. After putting a layer of air freshner in every room I went back to bed. He hiccuped, I bitched. Finally I made him get up to try the usual remedies that work for me. He refused to do them correctly and then insisted they didn't work. I even went online to look up remedies. They were that bad. After teaspoons of sugar, a huge glass of water and me trying to scare him the hiccups remained. He refused to try anything else so I went to bed. He followed. A minute later he was on the couch. After twenty minutes of the cats jumping on me I was back to sleep. I woke up about 1:15am and went to check on him. No more hiccups, thank G-d. I woke him up and told him to come to bed. Thirty minutes after that I started hearing a high pitch whining sound coming from him. I wanted to scream. I started pushing him, telling him to go blow his nose. The fucker refused. No way was I going to listen to that all night. I took both hands and feet and pushed him to the edge of the bed. "Go blower yer nose!" I couldn't believe this was happening. He's such an ass when he's sleepy. Finally he listened and I fell asleep. Three hours later I am up to start the day and my energy is shot. I would love to call in, but know it will be a nail in my coffin if I do. I'm sending this to all my single friends who whine about how bad they want to be in a relationship. :P It's been so many years since I've had to deal with family issues I'm at a loss. :Jake:'s mom is just being ridiculous. All I can do is stand beside Jake and support him through this time. I can understand her missing him and his infrequent calls obviously aren't enough to sustain her mood swings. At this point I don't think daily calls will make her happy. This morning we did our usual routine of messing around with the computer while getting ready for work. Jake went off to get ready and came back to check a new IM. Suddenly he yells, "Oh what the fuck!" His mother sent him a "guilt text message"
After staring at each other in total disbelief I tried my hardest to be supportive. Ten minutes later the phone rang. He looked at the Caller ID (thank G-d for that) and sure enough it was his mom. We were just leaving the house and shook his head and let it ring. She hung up. He decided that he would call her over the weekend. He didn't want to be upset at work and frankly he didn't want her to think that acting out would get a result. It's like she's in her terrible twos. It's hard to know what to say at times. It's been so long since I've even dealt with family matters. I know it would be nice to talk to his mother more, but every time he calls her it ends up being a guilt fest. I can't blame him for not wanting to spend his time off being chewed out. The other day he spent 45 minutes of his hour lunch chatting with her and then tried to get off the phone so he could eat his lunch and be back in fifteen minutes. She got offended. It's a no win situation. I used to dream about moving to Texas and finally having a family. We would meet up for a girls night out or brunch and just chat about everything and nothing at all. Now all I can think about is moving just close enough for emergencies and holidays. Welcome to family life... Ahhh, romance. The quiet time of the evening when two people get it on. Or at least try to. Last night was as romantic as a three stooges flick. First of all it was colder than a witch's tit. After strategically hopping past the kittens who were waiting to dive into the bedroom the moment I opened the door I hopped into bed to warm up. As usual Jake had already claimed three forths of it. I mustered up my sexiest bedroom voice and griped, "Move over!" He playfully refused so I playfully put my freezing cold feet on his side. At least, I thought I did. He happened to roll over right as I did and I landed squarely on his uhhhh... netheregions. Jake moaned like grampa Simpson, which started me on a giggle fit. He then stated "I hope you don't mind going lesbian tonight." which made it even worse. After ten minutes the giggles subsided and we tried again. I scooched over and right as he went to kiss me I realized my hair was caught underneath me and adjusted it... and head butted Jake in the face. The romance pretty much went out the window from there. Yeppers, we're a couple of real passion go-getters. Once again the bed monster appears. Phoebe jumped onto the bed and woke me up. She ran under the covers and attacked my leg, so I yanked her naughty ass out of there. Finally she settled down on Jake's pillow. I was half asleep when I felt her tail tickle my nose. I opened my eyes to see her walking on Jake's pillow towards his face. Suddenly he lurched up, pulling the pillow towards him and flipping poor Phoebe into the wall. Luckily she wasn't hurt. He yells something as I yell "Phoebe!" and grab for her. He looks at both Phoebe and I... then grumbles something about bad dreams, puts his head down and goes to sleep. Any remedies for sleep walkers/talkers/yellers? Besides duct tape and sleeping pills, that is... Last night Jake decided to hit the sack early so I stayed up and surfed. Good thing too... I think I would have thrown his ass out of Okay, If I'm not PMSing then there is something seriously wrong with me. Jake's MySpace hoochies bug the shit out of me, some chick mentioned something on my friends' profile about being in the top eight friends and I noticed I WASNT and almost posted a whiny ass comment. I'm feeling this needy, icky feeling that's driving me insane. Bleed, damn it! My boyfriend: defender of good, able to leap over curbs in a single hop, official garbage taker and now: Cat puke cleaner upper! Yay! I felt like I needed to thank him after Trixi pulled a Linda Blair on me this morning as I was brushing my hair in the bathroom. I heard a noise and looked down to see cat puke inches away from my foot. Ew. After yelling out in disgust I did my normal "I dont wanna" whine and it worked. My boyfriend rocks. He also has a much stronger stomach than me. Okay, now that I've grossed everyone out for the day... Jake and I had a great weekend. We lounged around on Saturday and then went to my boss' house on Sunday for a party. I arrived to a house full of family and no other UCLA people. It made me feel really good. She introduced me as someone she works WITH instead of someone who works FOR her. Everyone was very kind. Jake and I spent most of the time talking to her uncle, who is an absolute doll. It was really nice to see her in a different atmosphere. She looked very happy. We decided to take the scenic route home and drive through Kanan Road over to PCH. At one point we stopped to take pictures (which will be posted soon). The day was clear and a light breeze that made it heaven. The beach was almost empty which made it even more beautiful to drive through. I honestly didn't want the day to end. *smiles* It's so good to be home. I had a blast in Texas but the novelty wore off on Friday. Which was fine except we were stuck there til Sunday. After deep thought and much consideration (and his mother pitching a fit over half a dozen times) we decided that if we move to Texas it will be AT LEAST an hour or two from his family. Close enough for emergencies and weekend trips (not every month, mind you), but far enough to ward off any daily visits or expectations of chores. That woman almost puts a Jewish mother to shame. I love her dearly but damn... My only defense was pure sarcasm. I'm surprised she didn't haul off and slap me. I still think she secretly hopes we'll break up so she'll have her son back. Here's just a few of the tantrums I thwarted. Example one: Example two: Example three: For the most part she mellowed after I said something. There wasn't much she could do but save face and laugh along. I know that we're going to have a brawl one of these days, though. I love her to death but that woman needs a stern talking to. She treats Jake like a kid and expects everyone to read her mind on what she wants. No matter what is done it's not good enough. Jake's dad is a nice guy, as long as you don't discuss politics, religion or homosexuality. Then the redneck kicks in and everyone gets their feelings hurt. *sigh* It's been so many years since I had to deal with 'family' and all their quirks it's like trying to ride a bike. Every time I get frustrated I look at Jake and realize why I'm dealing with it. *smiles* It's worth every pulled hair. On to better things. So I ran up their outside stairs and fell through a rotted out step. Right up to my knee. The bad news is my foot and knee are bruised. I'm guessing just soft tissue damage. The good news is that it's not my knee that I had surgery on. I may not be graceful but at least I've mastered fucking up one leg at a time. Oh joy. Oh rapture.
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Posted by Diva on November 28, 2005 | Comments (1) I swear, we are not some sort of creepy slob types. We simply have a fan by the bed. On Jake's side. On the dresser. I am always telling him not to place things on there that could blow onto the floor, especially things that could be harmful to the cats. That being said I walked into my boss' office yesterday to give her a report and walked to my desk. I was looking at my flip flop to find what was on the heel to make it slippery and hear her call my name in some freaky voice. I turn around and she's pointing to something on the floor. Then she picks it up. I walk in and as I get closer the shiny square packet comes into view. She's holding a USED condom wrapper. Words can not describe how mortified I was. I stood there with my jaw to the floor, not even knowing what to say. Then she said, "I'm going to complain to the management about this... and go wash my hands." I almost died. She left the office and I wanted to crawl under a rock and hide. A minute later she brought in the building guy to show him and he said, "The janitors usually carry trash bags with them and it probably fell off of one of them." I felt like I dodged the bullet of a lifetime. Then she brought in random people to look at it in the condom in the trash. You'd think they never saw a fucking condom before. Actually, some of them probably haven't. When Jake called I quietly threatened his life. After telling him what happened he burst into laughter. The trash is going on HIS side of the bed, damn it... My boyfriend still doesn't quite comprehend the whole 'Jewish American Princess' lifestyle. I tell him I'm going to paint my nails and he starts cleaning. I don't mind that at all except he expects me to actually JOIN IN and help. So of course I'm on my second coat and waiting for EPILOG: I win! He's so going to kill me when he reads this...
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Posted by Diva on October 30, 2005 | Comments (4)
It's days like these that make me appreciate how lucky I am to have Jake as a boyfriend. My day was going really shitty when he called me. He asked if I wanted to go out on a dinner date. After offering to make a romantic meal the day seemed so much better. I came home to a candlelit dinner of steak, lobster, roses and Almond Roca. He's mine, gals... BACK OFF!
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Posted by Diva on October 14, 2005 | Comments (1) Jake has moved up from sleep talking to sleep humping. I was sound asleep when I felt him wrap his arms around me in a spoon position to cuddle. All of the sudden he starts humping me really fast. I rolled over and saw him smiling, looking wide awake. I asked what the hell he was doing and he said something about making me happy. Then he laid his head down and closed his eyes. Freak... Everybody needs a break from the political and current events arena. My boyfriend is no exception. Today he got frustrated from all the crap people were spewing and deleted his mini blog account. Gone. Bye bye. Blank page. Then he told me what he did. I understand the temptation to just wipe the slate clean and walk away, but I always take a step back to think about something that final and usually find a happy medium that saves a lot of heart ache and searching for backup databases. I walked into the kitchen this morning and stepped on something gooey. After my initial "ew" I got a wet paper towel to clean whatever it was up. It turned out to be the top of a Snickers bar wrapping with melted chocolate in it. There was even more on the counter. When Jake woke up I mentioned it to him. That's when it got creepy. He swears he didn't eat it. Mind you, he has sleep walked before and has a habit of talking in his sleep. I don't mind the talking in his sleep too much... except for the one night with the 'thing' under the pillow and his occasional yelling from nightmares. At least the Snickers was his. If it was mine he'd be a deadman. :p Friday night was date night for Jake and I. He arrived at the Cheesecake Factory first and got the table for us. When I arrived they pointed me to the booth. Lucky us, we got the same waiter that was drooling over him the last time we were there. I walked up to the table and he was practically sitting in Jake's lap. He's a really nice guy and catered to
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Posted by Diva on June 27, 2005 | Comments (2) I had a fight with Jake today. It's not anything new, just something that I don't want to deal with anymore. My first mistake was holding in my frustrations. I hate nagging and loathe dealing with someone moping. But after two years Jake should have been in college by now and on his way to getting a degree. So far all he's gotten is an SAT book that I bought. I talked with Kittyroze this weekend and she quickly Googled up info about what he needs to do. Instead of saying something I held it in. Jake is so talented and has so much potential. It's not like I think he's going to throw it all away. Rather, I just hate that he's not moving his ass to reach for his goals. Instead of telling him this I held it in until he fucked up (again) and didn't get groceries for lunch. Then I bitched. Now we're in a fight and it's just hanging out there... little things that add up. I keep thinking about our future and seeing it move farther and farther away. I don't have any biological clock ticking per say, but I made a promise to myself years ago that I wouldn't just stay in a relationship for years without moving forward. Here lies the problem: How do you move forward when you can't make any plans? I see myself with Jake when I'm old and grey... I just don't want to be old, grey and unmarried. *sigh* Jake and I went to The Cheesecake Factory last night for dinner. The atmostphere was romantic, the food delicious and the waiters... Well they were hitting on my boyfriend. I don' |
