hobbies

i really need AND want to start drawing and writing again. my writing crave is taken out here on the blizzog but nothing really creative goes into that. and my poetry sucks. but hmmm i guess you could call them my contemporary short stories or snapshots are pretty damn good. and drawing- well sometimes i think its good- but probably mostly art only a mother could love. not like i would expect anyone to buy any of my pieces but i would put them up in my own house.
if you know an artist who does black and white or greyscale art or photography i would love to get a collection going in my new place.
in unrelated news- whats wrong with telling people you care about that you care about them? life is too short to not give out your love if you have it!

die hard

there is a new die hard movie coming out june 27th and I want to go. let me know if you want to go too. i will pay my way haha but im getting popcorn. so neener.

unsure

what to write about. ive had a request for something happy. ive had a request for charlie the unicorn. ive intended to write about nicknames for this contest others are having at work, as well as how all the terminology for work seems to be so dirty all the time what with the surface mount guy telling my boss he was going to put his blog in my twitter (which was funny and kinda hot at the same time LOL). Well, that is probably jsut my gutter mind thinking that, but still.

I could write about how yummy seafood is, since i am currently dining on seafood scampi, and how it is weird that people who are not from around here are so hesitant to try new seafood. I wonder if I grew up where everything was frozen instead of fresh if i would hate seafood too. And I wonder why I never tried scallops till this year. Yum. When doen right of course which in my opinion is the root of all relationships with seafood. If it is done right it can be delish. If done incorrectly, it can spoil a person to a food for a long long time.

I could write about how this move isnt stressing me out but that it may be because I am in denial about the whole thing LOL. I feel like I havent gotten anything accomplished, and I still dont have anyone to help me move the heavy stuff. My parents should have made me a brother, or a pretty sister with a strong husband. But no. I am a lonely only. hey maybe that is why I dont need so much space- I got so much space growing up that it never got old to me. i never ahd to share a room, or food, or my parents or anything else. Hmmmm. Could I have jsut had an epiphany?

I could write about how my dad is awesome and filled the male role in my life to a degree by taking my car to the mechanic for me so I didnt get bamboozled. Something about tits make most auto body shops think they can charge twice as much as normal, or tell you that something is wrong with your car that really isnt. Unfortunately it works sometimes because a lot of women dont know enough about cars to tell the difference. We wouldnt put up with that from the doctor. Imagine if your doctor told you you had insomnia and needed an expensive prescription to solve the problem. First of all, we would know whether or not we had been sleeping, and secondly there are other ways to fix the problem that doesnt even exist in the first place. Gah- me and my crappy analogies. Anyways I know you know what Im trying to say. And that is the beauty of my readers! Yes, even you.

I could write about how much I dislike having full-on conversations via text. if there is really something to say, call me. you obviously have my number. and 140 characters is usually not enough for my lame ass to express what I need to say. I could write about how the instructions on the peanut-butter chocolate chunk bars i am baking say it in english and spanish and it looks like bake in spanish is hornee LOL. I know I am super-lame, never claimed not to be.

But instead of writing about any of those things I will post a couple pics of furniture my parents are selling in case anyone needs a couch and loveseat set or an extendable formal dining room set. Both in great shape. Let me know if you are interested.

the toilet

I am having a problem with my toilet. I know how to fix lots of things like that but this one seems to be the water is flowing back into the tank after a flush waaaaay tooooooo sloooooowly. so like any single woman i went to the world wide web for help. found this article, which didnt address my problem, but the last sentence was worth reading the whole entire article. So read and educate yourselves and maybe my toilet will fix itself.

http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/95300/how_to_fix_the_toilet_and_impress_the.html?page=2

i stole this rant

from some blog and I really liked it. I know I have felt this way before and sometimes it is jsut simply nice to have my feelings validated. Enjoy:
smart ass
i am not easily offended. but enough is enough.
you think you know everything.just because you are smarter than the average bear does not mean you have the right to judge everyone else. you just form your unsolicited opinions and start plastering labels. does it make your life easier?
i have my reasons for doing what i do, and i don't see how it's any of your business what I do.
i could defend myself.i could give you the reasons why.
you're so uninformed.so shut your face.
you haven't learned everything yet.and yet you sit here and make your inferences and you judge people and you think you've got it all figured out. all you do is blame others for your unhappiness.the bottom line--you're still not happy. no matter who's to blame.you know that you're unhappy and you can even explain itbut for some reason you can't change it and you're still miserable.
funny how the things you're saying that i'm doing wrong are the ones that i've got a handle on and that are making me the most happy.
the smartest person I know, doesn't know shit.

i was doing awesome

at the whole space and distance thing. wrote myself a note, kept busy, and pretended like i didnt care although that whole concept of 'no showing you care' is completely foreign to me. I was doing awesome... until i get to see all about mr mans big all day with his new female friend. No wonder there wasnt enough time to call me or see me. it makes sense now, which really sucks. i asked him if i should be worried, and he didnt answer. i made sure to be considerate (even though i feel i am not being told the whole story) and email during lunch hour so i wasnt interrupting a busy work day. I didnt get any response, so a couple hours later when i felt like i was going to be sick to my stomach about this crap i sent another msg asking could he please jsut answer that question so i could know what the case was. well- its over 6 hours now since the first email and still nothing. had it not been for that blog I could have gone all week with no contact just to show I can; as it is i am afraid to look at his blog now to see what might hurt me next. But as it is I feel like where was the time to make a new friend when there isnt enough time or energy to maintain the friendship that he and I have? How hard is it- if there is nothing but innocent friendship going on- to say 'No babe- everythings fine- she is jsut a geek like me and we have lots in common- shes a cool chick but i am still into you" or whatever the case is. I would feel much better with the whole situation. But as it is I am practically ready to jsut accept it without hearing anything. But as a human i deserve better than that.
I feel discounted whether I was or wasnt by omission. I dont need to know every little thing. I dont want to know every little thing. But when I am turning down dates or dinners out of respect for the person I believe I am seeing exclusively, is it wrong of me to feel it should work both ways? That I shouldnt have to hear about the great time he had with some other chick?
It jsut sucks and it hurts and its my fault for having hope in something between he and I. I jsut want him to be happy and obviously I havent been making him happy.
Its jsut so hard to let go of something that felt so right when we were together. For some reason I thought our differences were complementary and not divisive. Guess I was wrong on that.
Im not saying everything I did was perfect- far from it- but I was completely honest about what I wanted at all times. Do you know how impossible it is to be anything to someone who never expresses anything? He always asks- Do I ever ask anything of you? No- he takes what he wants- which is space- and didnt tell me that was what was going on. How am I not supposed to think something is going on? And jsut when I was reassured abnd believing him, I make the mistake of reading his blog.
Now the logical chick in me says that of course there is nothing going on because he always told me he doesnt blog about his personal life. So this occurence on the blog shouldnt mean anything. So why cant i listen to my logical side? Because my gut is telling me differently. Makes sense that a guy would say that when you are not good enough for him to write about you... until you are out of the picture. Logic vs. Gut? We will see who is right.
Once upon a time things were great. I would love for things to be great with him again. But the secretive vague neutral not-giving-a-shit persona that he has become lately hurts alot because I know how it feels when I can tell he cares about me. He used to tell me he likes me, im sexy, im this, im that, blah blah blah, he used to share himself with me. Now it seems he is busy sharing himself with someone else. And its not like the good times were years ago- we were fine even a month ago. Frustrating.
Guess i turned him into being just like anyone else- not caring enough about me as a human being to be straight with me and either respect me or let me be. And before you go saying what a bunch of drama and crap- its not. These are my feelings and you can take them or leave them. Drama would be ringing the phone off the hook in disrespect of guy night just to get an answer. I asked once, then asked for my answer, and now I am leaving it alone. This is my blog here and I am venting from my heart.
Hes a great guy and I am the fuck-up yet again. I can talk big like- whatever your decision is- its fine with me, I jsut want to know rather than not know... but honestly either way hurts equally bad. Why do I let some people affect my heart? When am I going to learn?

wish i thought of it first

what a job

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/pages/live/femail/article.html?in_article_id=414001&in_page_id=1879

Miscellaneous shout-outs

Hey you-know-who:
I did not watch Charlie the Unicorn as I was instructed to do this weekend. So please do not quiz me. Maybe later this week.

My dearest anonymous:
Wish you were closer- I miss you tons and think you are beyond fabulous!

Original Banksta:
You are and will always be my #1 pimpstress. Lets toast soon!

Love always,
That Girl

Weekend #3 in the sun :)

Remember on my list of ten things, that one of them was to spend at least four weekend days at the lake, beach, pool, etc.?
Well I have done 3 out of 4. The last two weekends I have spent a ton of time in the sun and have raccoon eyes to show f0r it. Yesterday was the gig harbor parade and kk and i went and hung out with keith from her class and his dad- a couple of great guys. talked the whole time and had a blast. of course he is married. ho hum.
Every year at the parade the cutters point truck is in the parade and the owner aaron who i went to high school with goes behind the truck and throws out regular bags of coffee beans to the crowd and it is always a big hit. he doesnt throw out very many so its rare that ayone i know ever gets the beans. but this year, i caught the beans! yeah i know it doesnt take much to make me happy LOL. although others would tell you differently.
So after the parade we hurried to the baseball field for team pictures and kk's game and morgan and tony came too. it was nice to have someone else there to cheer for kk. i feel like a bad mom because she is the only one on her team that doesnt have at least two parents showing up for games. i wonder if she notices. Anyways morgan was quite a scene. She is due tuesday so she is the size of a small mansion and she was hollering for kk every time she was up to bat or fielding. it was so funny- kk kept getting all embarrassed but i think she secretly liked the attention. Tony and I were throwing the football around which I love to do but I dont own a football so i dont get to do that too often. Then after kks game we came home and put on swimsuits and went to the lake with morgan, tony, and some of tonys friends. tony is a good guy and i am glad that he and morgan found each other. i never would have pictured her with him but they work really well together. i guess there is someone for everyone. met another great guy, one of tonys friends but of course he is already snatched up too. he kept wanting to argue with me which for some reason i found kinda hot LOL but maybe it was the mental stimulation i had been lacking recently that made the arguing pique my interest. anyways we had a good time, bbq at the lake and more football. Got hit in the forehead with the ball one time but i had a bit of sunburn so you couldnt even tell haha. beer and meandering and then home for the evening.
Sunday we got up early and I was planning on working all day. I had made arrangements for kk to go to a friends house between morning and evening church so I could work because there is a ton to do getting ready for our new system that supposedly I am implementing...
So anyways i stayed two hours late friday and did all the mom/fun stuff saturday so i could work all day sunday, then three hours into what I had to do sunday to be ready for monday, the power went out. So we went and had a margarita waiting for the power to come back on and it never did. So now I am way behind and I will try to go in early tomorrow but the earliest I can get there is 645 since kks daycare doesnt open till 630 at the earliest. But I will try because there is just so much to do. I wanted to be all done but it is jsut not going to happen. But who knows what the power of caffeine can do for me in the morning? Sunday ended by picking up kk at church and packing up another load of stuff into the car. I have no clue how I am going to get it OUT of the truck and into my house, but when I went to pick up my coatrack and load it into the back of the truck it was so heavy. But I took a deep breath and did it. Guess i am a little tougher than i thought :)

Not quite sure what the rest of the week brings other than getting teased for my raccoon sunburn face and some uncomfortable peeling. Im not editing this post because i dont feel like it so sorry if it is non-sensical rambling.

Stevie Nicks' 'Landslide' is such a beautiful song. Have a great week readers and friends!

In desperate need...

Of man/men to help me move my heavy things. Being the single female that I am, I have no man to move stuff :( So I am hosting an open casting call for temporary Man Of The Day. There are really only three heavy things I need help with- my washing machine, tv, and mattress, but you are welcome to help with more if you wish! Beer and Pizza for you if you do... or meal of your choice! Or if you would rather just have like $20 or something let me know.
Thanks in advance! Message me on yahoo at s/n: prettymisses.

Hey anyone who doesnt want to help, add me anyways :)