I Have A Gold Medal in The Sport of Extreme Drama

Have you ever had something happen to you in the past that you THOUGHT you were over...only to have it come back to haunt you a year later?

Well I have.

I was recently told by one of my friends that no one gives as much of themselves in a relationship as I do. I guess she's right. That makes it all the harder when someone that I loved takes advantage of me. Someone did that to me last year and I thought I was over it, but I guess I wasn't. It effected me enough to make me think that someone else I cared for, who is not at all like the man in my past, was doing the same things to me. That was my past sneaking up and tapping me on the shoulder saying "Hey um remember me?" I should have looked my past square in the eye and kicked it in the nuts....but I didn't. Instead I gave in to those all too human emotions and feelings and let my over worked imagination get the best of me.

So why do we and by we I mean "ME" do these types of things? They are relationship sabotage. We should trust someone unless they give a reason NOT to. Just because some guy in my past hurt me, doesn't mean ALL men are liars. Just because my friend's husband cheated on her numerous times, doesn't mean my future husband will cheat on me. My parents were blissfully happy until my father's death. He never cheated on her, or mistreated her and I am cut from the same cloth...so therefore shouldn't I be able to find that same happiness? From now on I will look at my pseudo boyfriend like my mom looked at my dad. I won't look at him anymore like my ex....but instead my future.

Holiday Traditions

Do You Have A Holiday Tradition? 

As Turkey day approaches here in the U.S., I start to reflect on all of the holiday traditions my family had. Death, and age have changed a lot of the traditions we had, and it seems they weren't as important to anyone in my family as they were to me. No one seems to be concerned with passing along these memories, and moments so near and dear to me.

My children will never experience the close family feeling I did during the holidays. They will never know what an entire night of dominoes on a metal table sounds like. They will never know what it's like to roll around in bags of freshly picked cotton. They will never know what it's like to play hour after hour of Rack-O or aggravation.

Every year we ate Turkey on Thanksgiving and Ham on Christmas...Not lasagna, or cheese and salami! My mother says it doesn't matter what we eat. That's not what it's about. She is right, it's not what we eat, but that is just one more tradition that we won't have. I can't bring back the people that are gone, I can't change where everyone lives, but I can have traditional food. It's not that difficult to make a Turkey and some taters so why does my family fight me on this? Maybe I am being sentimental...Maybe I am being silly...Who cares!!

Maybe I will go out and buy some dominoes and teach my kids to play....

Happy Thanksgiving!

OK I am Posting Something

Since I haven't posted in a while and I am in a really weird mood, I predict this post will turn out to be some random rant about whatever happens to be going on in my life. If it doesn't make sense shut the hell up, I don't really care! Oh I hope Sergio doesn't stop reading my blog because it's filled with too much Venom! *giggle* 

My JOB Rant: My new boss apparently thinks I have way too much office space, since the new office they are building in the new location is as big as a bathroom. I have more forms, colored paper(why I don't know?), books, and even a fabulous word processor(HELLO!-- Have you never heard of a computer?!) to now shove all in one office, that used to all be in two offices. I USED to have this office to myself and could pretty much do what I wanted, and organize it the way I wanted...Now Larry the moving consultant "Hangs out" in here Tuesdays and Thursdays. Don't get me wrong he is a great guy, very nice and is the only one that has helped me with learning all the new stuff I needed to learn, but O.M.G. get OUT!! He takes up a lot of space with all of his crap, and now he is telling me he wants to move in a bigger desk, and his computer from the home office! WHAT?! NO! That means he would be here ALL the time, and that would take up more of the space I need! GAH! The crew actually has to do things the right way from now on, and they can't handle it. They are completely retarded. When you leave your car, and you go into your house at night you lock your car, right!?! So then...Why is it so damn hard for these dumb guys to understand all they have to do is lock the truck when they get out of it at night? I check all the trucks when I leave for the night, that's NOT my job, but I do it so that they don't get in trouble. When I tell them they f'ed up the next morning they have the balls to yell at me! I have started charging them $1.00 per lock for every lock I have to lock at night. If they don't like it, too bad go work digging ditches, that's better suited for you. I have only made $1.00 so far, but I figure by the end of the year I will have enough to buy Jen a fabulous new pair of shoes for Christmas, or a cup of coffee at Starbucks...I haven't decided yet. 

My Love Life, or the lack of:
CTG, The Counter Top Guy turned out to be a flake. He may be reading this, but at this point I really don't care. We never did get a chance to meet since he always had an excuse why he couldn't meet me. Then he just stopped talking to me. I sent him an e-mail asking him to just tell me if he wasn't interested...cause DUH that's the courteous thing to do people!!!!!!!....and he never answered, so he goes into "The Pink Book" as CTG AKA Wussy.

CG has been around a lot more, but lately *I* have been the one not being able to see him. I passed up about 4 opportunities to see him this week alone because I valued my sleep, and didn't answer the phone when he called. I didn't hear the phone, over my snoring...But still...I feel bad. It's not like he wants to have a relationship with anything but a train right now anyway, so sleep has a higher rank than he does. If I don't have a real date soon, I am going to have to call "Woody" or "Randy The Wrestler". What am I saying? I would never date a man with a bad comb...uh...er forward...cause it's not really a comb OVER. Although he is super sweet and would prolly worship the ground I walk on, cause he is always sending me these e-mails telling me how great my feet are, and weird creepy things like that. Hmmm....Speaking of weird things, what happened to "Armored Car Guy?" He hasn't called in a while...Maybe he gave up. Figures...

If you haven't donated to The Red Cross for Hurricane Katrina Victims yet, why not? Why are you so damn selfish? MY SON is 10 and gave me his money to help my friends Tisha & David when they had nothing...what have YOU done to help someone today?

OK so on another creepy note my EX boss came in today and told me that I looked really hot today, and that I should do my hair like this every day....what the crap?....ok so I look hot and of course no one is around to see this masterpiece of hairdom, except the ex boss, a random salesman, and the morons I work with...*bangs head on desk*

F.F.F.

So....I haven't blogged in a week, That's sad...but...here we are with today's installment of
Full Frontal Friday!

F.F.F.

Today's Full Frontal Friday comes to us straight from Yellow Stone National Park!
I realize our guest today is sporting a hat, but it somehow just works! If you don't know what F.F.F is....click HERE!

Please don't forget to help victims of Hurricane Katrina

Red Cross

We shall call him...

Ok so I feel really bad talking about totally trivial stuff in my life like boys, road rage, and my job when there are so many people who would swim down Bourbon street to have what I have right now....But I'm gonna cause I think Tisha would rather read about my crazy life, than think about her drama, even if it's for just a minute! (I hope)

So I have been talking to a new guy. We shall call him "Counter Top Guy" since that's what he does. He seems really mature, nice, and laughs at my jokes. I haven't scared him off yet with my stories of my crazy job, being a karaoke princezz, and my weird sense of humor, so maybe I will actually meet this one! We were spose to meet two weeks ago, but I canceled when I got sick. We have been talking about getting together this weekend, and I am excited about it.

 I am all giddy, thinking about what I will wear etc. Hmmmm...cute and sweet or vampy? I dunno... CG is back from Salt Lake City, and actually came to see me last night. I gave him his graduation present(for becoming a full fledged train engineer), and we watched a little TV. (OMG---Get your mind out of the gutter! I didn't get freaky with him!!!!) It got late so he left so I could get some sleep. It was really NICE to see him. I hadn't seen him in so long I had forgotten how cute he is! It's too bad CG is "too busy" to actually have an adult relationship...


Please Help the victims of Hurricane Katrina by clicking HERE

My Heart Is Broken

Update: I just heard from Tisha. Her father traveled down to Pascagoula where she lives, to see if her home survived, and sadly it didn't. It was a complete loss. Her home was under water. This is the second time that she has lost everything due to a hurricane. You may think why doesn't she leave that area...it's her home. It's where her whole life was...until a few days ago. Tisha her husband, and her two small kids lost everything, their home, their jobs, a car, toys, furniture, all of their photos and possibly a family pet...just everything! Her mother, and step father also lost their home...Please donate to The Red Cross, these people need help!!


My Heart belongs in the south. I have been lucky enough to have been able to travel to the south twice now. More specifically the Mississippi gulf coast, to spend time with my "southern family". Both times I realized that my heart belongs in the south. I love everything about it....Except the weather. I love the people and their way of life, their culture, their food, and their strength. So to see hurricane Katrina devastate "my second home" breaks my heart. It's really hard to look at the stories on the T.V. and know that I stood right there one time. Bourbon street, The Beau Rivage...

My friend Tisha and her family evacuated to Jackson Mississippi, and thank God they are doing ok, but they are not sure they will have a home to come back to in Pascagoula, Miss. They are just one family effected by this terrible tragedy. How about the people trapped in New Orleans (Nawlins)? How about the people that watched as their family members floated away? How about the babies, elderly, and all the displaced animals? 

Make a difference and donate to the Red Cross or Salvation Army.
Hug your family a little tighter tonight.

To The people of the gulf coast, my prayers are with you tonight!