The other day I was talking on my cell phone and the blutooth died. I had just gotten it off of the charger so I figured it was a fluke. I called Jake back and it died again. This time there was no revival. I have had it for a while so I thought it was the end of it. That night I found another one (newer model) and plunked down the $70. I really don't have the money to spare but it's one of those things I need. By habit I plugged in the headset that night along with my phone. Guess what was working the next day? *facepalm* So either the headset wasn't plugged in right the night before and I jumped the gun (again) or this was a fluke and it will be dying again shortly. I don't know which is worse... :P

I think I'm going to get a sticker for my car that says, "Ask me about my shitty day".

Everyone's had them. Moments where there was no place dark enough to save yourself from complete embarrassment. Today... was my day. I went into the bathroom and noticed the wallpaper seemed torn behind the toilet. I grumbled about stupid inconsiderate people and sat down. Suddenly I felt something on my hair. I turned and saw the 'tear' had disappeared. Then it hit me. Tear = bug. Flying bug. BIG flying bug. I quickly got up and turned just as the bug (it was a moth) started to crawl on my face. That's when I screamed, flailing my arms and tried to run... with my pants around my knees. I fell forward, hitting the door hard. Then the knocks came. Doctors banging on the door, asking if I was alright. One started to bust the door open as I yelled, "I'm OKAY!" I wanted to die. The stupid fucking moth flew up to the ceiling and I threw my shoe at it in anger. Right.Over.The.Toilet. I realized my stupidity as it bounced off the wall (completely missing the fucking thing, I might add) and was inches from the toilet when I dove for it. That's when I slipped on my nylons, crashing into the wall as my shoe clattered loudly across the floor and into the door. Again with the knocks and doctors yelling if I was okay. I said something along the lines of "Oh G-d. I want to die" and they thought I was suicidal. One yelled he was calling 911 as I scrambled to unlock the door. I was a complete mess. "NO NO! I'm fine! Just... really REALLY embarrassed." Right about then the moth flew out and a female resident yelled. I pointed at her and said, "See!?!?! She knows what I'm talking about!" as the five other male doctors stood there... smirking. Fucking bug.

I remember when I was told that it's not good to marry too young. I was told it's better when you are older and you know what you want in life. People change. Goals change. Wait until you know what you want. Looking back at the last six years I can say that I've changed a lot. I've grown some, learned some and found new things to enjoy. After all these years I can honestly say you never really stop growing. I have friends who want to change careers that are in their sixties. I know couples who have been together since childhood. Me? I always seemed to end up on my own. Maybe I'm too picky. Maybe not picky enough. I just know that I spent a lot of years with guys who weren't keepers.

Then I met Jake. It was so different. We were friends first and I adored him. I couldn't get enough of him. Ironically enough that hasn't changed. He's a part of me in so many ways and on so many levels. When we split up for a bit it was like losing my left arm. I still had my right side. I should have been just fine. I just didn't want to. The last time we broke up I finally found my footing. I guess I had come to live and breath him so much that I needed to find a way to move on my own. I think it helped me to give our relationship one more try. No matter what I knew I'd be okay. If we are meant to be then it will be forever. If not... I know I can at least stand on my own. Years of being alone. Years of being self sufficient. One man changes things and now I am a part of something I'd never thought I'd be in. A girl could get used to this.

Yeah, so lately we've been itching to buy things. All sorts of things. Anything shiny, new and expensive. I have to keep reminding myself that we need to stick to a plan of buying what we need first.

1. Bed. I am almost positive the box spring is broken. It literally has a curve in the middle. Yeah, we need a bed. One that doesn't feel like a torture device preferably.
2. Couch. Yeah... that baby is in serious need of replacing. The middle section is starting to dip. It's still usable... but the sooner the better.
3. Cat Tree. That cat tree is in need of retirement. I don't know what I was thinking when I bought a WHITE sheepskinish cat tree for our two cats. One is black and one is grey. That thing looks beyond nasty no matter how much I vacuum it.
4. Bedroom furniture. It's old. Really old. The middle drawer is broken and it is really too small for two people to use.

So there you have it. A bunch of shit that will cost me a lot of money. Every time we think about that laptop or PS3 I'm going to click on this blog and smack myself back to reality. Being a grownup sucks.

Dear head cold from hell... I think we need to break up. No no... it's not me... it's YOU. I just don't think we're meant for each other. The temperature and scratchy throat was enticing at first. Sick enough to be home and yet healthy enough to be able to play on the XBox 360 all day. The first two days was fun. Then the horrendous cough set in and endless mucus. I... I just didn't think you were into that. Now I'm back at work and even more ill feeling and something's got to give. Call me selfish, but I'm just not that in to you. Oh don't worry. I'm sure you'll find some hot little hypochondriac who is just dying to have you. Seriously... you need to go. NOW.

I have twelve minutes to go and need to sound busy. What can I do to sound like I'm not fucking around on the web or just chatting via IMs? Oh yeah... blog. This week was the first week with the new gal. She seems really nice and is about as clueless as to what is happening as I am. We're just kind of feeling our way around the situation without putting too much out there. Bottom line is that she wants direction from our boss (which I completely understand) so I'm at a stand still as far as any teaching goes. She's asked a few things here and there, but keeps reiterating that she needs clarification. Yes. I got it. You don't want to be dumped on. Oy...

This weekend we're meeting our lame assed friends for brunch. That is if she ever gives me an idea as to where she wants to go. What am I... a tour guide for lazy native Californians? *grins evilly* Yes, I'm that type of friend. Anyway, it will be nice to see them again.

I am officially starting my things to buy list. Right now it's in my head. Soon it will be on a piece of paper. Then... who knows. I might actually start saving. *looks at time* Well now... and who said blogging is a waste of time? Not me!

I live three miles from the beach and never go there. I don't swim and the only color I have are the freckles on my skin. I'd have a kick-ass tan if they all decided to merge. We have every type of restaurant you can think of and I prefer Steak or burgers. There are tons of wonderful places to travel and yet I have only been to a handful. Hell, I just went up to San Francisco for the first time since I was a child. We live about 4 hours from Las Vegas and yet the last time I was there I was twelve. The only neighbor (besides the manager) that I know the name of is the douche bag who annoys the fuck out of us. I have to guess if the others even live here or are visiting someone else. The weather is beautiful and yet I rarely take advantage of it. Most of my friends are long distance or live in hell (the Valley). I'm 42 years old and have never been married... and it chaffs my hide because I don't have some awesome career to show for it. I jump on the online community bandwagon the minute someone waves a new website in my face, and yet can count on one hand the ones I am still actively a part of. Oh, and I have to pee.

I have Ritz crackers and Cheese Wiz. At work. It's like a cocktail party but without the cocktails or mini hot dogs rolled into buns. I feel like talking in a snobbish uppity accent and responding with 'let me just say' a lot while flipping my hair and then trying to pull the Cheese Wiz out of it. Maybe if I do it enough someone will walk by and realize I really need to be home (or put away) and guide me out of the office. Of course I'll run back in just long enough to grab my purse and the Cheese Wiz. It may not be classy but it is pure awesome.

So I was driving to work behind some POS Nissan Sentra who couldn't seem to gain enough speed to go faster than 58 mph... in the fast lane. I coped pretty damn well under the circumstances. After muttering to myself I started imagining myself in a very large Monster truck, simply stepping on the gas and smooshing his slow-assed car to bits. All that was left was a tiny square bouncing off of the freeway while his screaming face peers out (Okay, so the truck is also a trash compactor). Then I took a deep breath and simply imagined a giant boxing glove popping out from my car and gently hurling the car forward. My random daydreaming went on for a while, until the idiot decided to slam on their brakes when traffic approached. And by 'approached' I mean about half a mile away. We're not even talking stopped traffic either. A few brake lights, followed by steadily moving traffic. After yelling out a few "WTF!"s I imagined the hand of G-d simply coming down and flicking him off the face of the Earth. Because He'd totally do that. I am one of the Chosen People after all. *looks up and smiles meekly* Let's just hope He has a good sense of humor.