Nickles and Dimes

The body is in the trunk.... move move move!

2009-12-03T09:29:00.000-06:00

So here I am, drinking my morning cup of coffee, when I receive a couple of text messages.

C: We drinkin' tonight?
Me: No, I have plans and work in the morning.
C: O, that sux, so wuts wrong?
Me: Nothing
C: Party tomorrow?
Me: No, prolly not. I have homework.
C: Lame.
Me: Yeah, but needs to be done
C: wutever

Okay, seriously? It's called priorities people. This shit just gets on my nerves. Yeah, I'm only 23. Yeah, I love to have fun. However, no matter what, my family, school and work come before "fun". Am I seriously the only one to think this way (correction, I have a few friends that do)?

Cheesin'

2009-11-26T22:00:00.000-06:00

Here it is lurkers, my overly-cheesy-omg-thanksgiving post. I actually have a lot to be thankful for this year, so this may take a while. So sit back, get your coffee or beer and relax.

I'm thankful for my new friends I've made in the past couple of months, it's been a blast, and you all haven't been scared off by my crazy antics or random-spur-of-the-moment kitchen parties. Most of ya'll know what's going on and have still been there for me anyways, regardless of the fact that you don't know me well and have no reason to be. <3

I'm thankful for my long-distance-friends, that's you Em and Mel! Mel sends me postcards from the different places she visits, and leaves me little comments just when I need them, she's still my friend despite the fact that we first (or closely after) started our friendship with a conversation about WOW chips and anal leakage. Em has let me talk to her about all of my drama or just rant and complain for no reason whatsoever. She's put me in check and told me when she doesn't agree with things I'm doing, which earns her major points in my book. <3

I'm thankful for my friends that put up with me long term. You guys have seen me through thick and thin and stood by me through the craziest shit. You put up with my random bitchy-ness, mood swings, and every single phase I've gone through. You let me vent even though I repeat myself, you deal with my constant messaging and don't worry too much if I go hermit for a while.

I'm not perfect, nor do I claim to be, yet you all deal with me anyway, and I love you for it.

I'm thankful for my family. I'm thankful for my Dad for being macho and awesome. I'm thankful for my step-moms advice on the divorce crap. I'm thankful for my step bro and sis for playing with Nood every chance they get. I'm thankful for my little sister for being more like a best friend than that brat I used to beat up. I'm thankful for my future ex husband because he gave me my reason to keep moving, my daughter Noodle. I'm thankful for my house, job and car and that I have the power to keep moving.

Okay. That's enough, too much cheesy mushy crap. I just puked in my mouth a little.

...keep your hand in mine.

2009-11-22T10:09:00.000-06:00

So things seem to be falling into place finally. I'm still on the stressed side, but I feel like a weight has been lifted off of my shoulders. I feel relieved, hopeful, and like I have a fighting chance again. I have been going balls to the wall for so long now, it's almost hard to sit back and go with the flow. Even while I was still living with he who shall not be named, everything was a struggle, I could never just sit back and enjoy life.

I started a new job on Thursday. I work at a Kiosk called The King of Sweets in our local mall. I know I know, sound pretty fucking gay, but I LOVE it! I get paid minimum wage, but everyone I work with rocks, we're busy enough that time flies by and it's a mall job so I have that shit down pat! Plus, like I said, it's in the mall, so I'm back working with a ton of people I know (my security buddies are still there!!) in a place I'm super familiar with. Hopefully everything works out and I can work here for a while, at least for another year while I'm still in school.

I don't know if I mentioned it in my last entry or not, but he who shall not be named is fighting the order of protection. He showed up at court asking for a continuance because his lawyer couldn't make it. I'm trying to figure out how he can afford a lawyer when he's using my money to pay his cell phone bill, and neglecting the car payment and the insurance on it. So anyway, when the judge continued it my stress levels jumped 10-fold. I'm pretty sure I tried to light a cigarette in the court room before Katie could take them away from me. I had no idea how I was going to afford a lawyer, I had one picked out, but his retainer was almost exactly the amount of money I had to survive off of. So I called my Dad and we agreed to talk over dinner about it.

Well after some discussion, Linda and my Dad decided to retain my lawyer for me. I have to meet with him tomorrow after I get out of work and pick up little miss nood. I believe we are also starting the divorce paperwork as well, I'm not a hundred percent sure on that one though. So I have a lawyer on my side and hopefully things start swinging my way in the legal department for the first time in YEARS.

Besides all that I've just been hanging out doing my homework. Psych is definitely not my favorite class, but I'm trying my best to power through it. Uck. English comp is going to be even worse.

Coffee and Cigarettes

2009-11-18T10:39:00.000-06:00

I am so mentally exhausted it's not even funny even more. Usually I can find humor in my mishaps and craziness but I'm just tired.

So on Monday I went to a job interview in the mall for a new kiosk, basically they sell candy and it's self-serve. So granted it's minimum wage, but I wouldn't have to do a whole lot and it's in the mall. I've owned mall jobs in the past and I know I can do that shit. The owner said he was really impressed with me and to expect a call after Wednesday, so I'm really hoping. I also put in an application with a friend at another kiosk that is well established. I don't really know what's going on there.

Then yesterday I went for an interview at Kmart down the street from my house and got hired on the spot. Orientation is on Saturday. I'm dreading it, but a job is a job.

Then today I have an interview at a local staffing agency (which is apparently female owned which rocks), I hope something comes out of that.

Ugh. So in other news, my order of protection is extended until the 8th of December. Tim is fighting it with a lawyer, so this will be fun. I have to meet with my parents tonight to see about my lawyer. I'm not sweating it too much, but I had kind of hoped he wouldn't drag this out in court on top of the divorce, but I should've expected it. Blah.

Other than that, like I said I have to meet up with my Dad and my stepma tonight. This was actually set up via text message with my stepma earlier in the week (and I think it's the coolest thing that she texts, since my pops can barely turn on his phone). We're going to Rainforest Cafe... hoorah!

Ugh. Wish me luck peeps!

The body is in my trunk with the can of gasoline.

2009-11-15T10:53:00.000-06:00

So it's time for a re-invention of Sarah yet again. I'm not sure I like where my life is heading... mediocrity. I don't want that at all. While being a ~~lush~~ fun person is great and all, I'm getting bored. I'm getting tired of making everyone else happy and putting my own well-being and advancement on the back burner. I never put myself into a position where I come in last, but I'm not advancing as fast as I like and people are starting to think they can take advantage of me.

Last night I decided to do what *I* want, not what everyone else wants me to do. I realize that I'm the "fun person" and my house is the place to be, but if I don't feel like having people over taking up space and breathing my air, I won't. I ran into a bunch of people last night that are older than me (and some younger) that are stuck in a rut... a rut that I was in when I was 15. I got aggravated and pulled a Sarah and annoyed them. I don't need to be hanging around with people that I passed up in time years ago. Granted, I realize that I went through the majority of the shit they're doing at a really early age but still.

I don't know. It's just that everyone expects that partying should be my main priority, and honestly I love it, but it's not. I have a family, legal obligations, school and my health to worry about. Those come first.

On a health note. I'm on a new kick of eating healthier (despite that package of cookies the other night lol) and exercising. My health is in the shitter (no pun intended crohnies) and I've got to do the best I can to be as healthy as I can. I realize that I'll never be up to par with a healthy human being but I will damn well try, plus lookin' good can't hurt. Also planning on cutting down and quitting smoking... I know some of you lurkers just spit your soda out everywhere, but I've been planning this since spring. I have too much out there trying to kill me to be adding to it myself. So eat it and choke on it.

Oh and to those who just made the "Skinny Bitch" or accused me of stealing the attention, go trip fall and die. If you all want to feel better and have more confidence, do something about it. Until then stfu and stop complaining about myself and a few others. *snort* We're not in highschool anymore children, the world doesn't cater to you, and nothings going to change unless you make it change.

Anyway, here's to Sarah's Re-invention part III, Day 1!

job chaos

2009-11-05T11:47:00.001-06:00

Well I'm not having much luck with the job hunt. It's actually quite discouraging. I had job training at a Suzuki dealership yesterday but that went way beyond an epic fail. They wanted me to pay almost 600 to go to a 2 day training class. When I said I couldn't do it, the trainer talked down to me which ended in a scene and me walking out.

I'm not really sure what I'm going to do, I have applications in nearly everywhere and am not getting many bites. I'm starting to get scared that I won't find something in time.

Other than that things are good, I've been surrounding myself with good people to keep my moods up. Day to day these screw balls amaze me with what they put up with, it makes me greatful to have such good friends.

An Update on my Crazy Life

2009-11-02T11:52:00.000-06:00

I haven't written in a while, I know, shame on me. Things have just been crazy, in good and bad ways. I guess that's what makes life interesting. I haven't talked to the ex in a while, mostly due to the restraining order. I got sick of the creep-tastic-ness. Either way, it's not like he wanted to see the kiddo despite my attempts. >_< So that's that for now, my court date is the 13th.

In the past couple of weeks I have been expanding my friends basis, which is completely BALLER. Met a lot of new people and have been hanging out with everyone. I think I can see quite a few good friendships developing, which is always a plus, and if not, then it was still fun to hang with everyone.

I'm also trying to be a better friend to the ones I already have, and I hope it's working. I'm close with my sister and my Dad, but that's about it, and a lot of my friends are more like family. <3 Even ones in St. Louis.

*facepalm* I'm regretting taking Psych101. I mean it's interesting to a point, but the nightly reading is killing me. I can't seem to keep my focus on it. Other than that, I'm just glad I'm in school.

Skateboarding in Heels

2009-10-19T22:53:00.000-05:00

Today was a ~~great~~ fant-abulous day. I went to Comcast and owned the shit out that corporation. They should be here on Wednesday to hook up my services and disconnect T's crap. So that was taken care of. I came home and hopped on facebook and chatted with my 14th wife Heather. I had left my jacket at Mandy's a while ago, and needed to pick it up. Mandy was knocked out so I headed over for coffee with Heather.

We chatted a while and had some coffee while our kiddos played with each other. It was definitely nice to have some adult female human interaction. We just chatted about our lives and relaxed, and I got to meet her boyfriend. Mandy eventually got up and joined us. After some chit-chat I struck a deal with Heather's boyfriend: He would come and clean my gutters and the aftermath of my party on friday as well as mow my lawn. I know he needed cash and I needed help. So we all headed over to my house and got that taken care of. While the Nood was napping we were all hanging out outside, and I got the bright idea of attempting to skateboard with my stilettos on. One: it's totally possible even if you have no coordination like myself, and Two: when you repeatedly bust ass, it makes people laugh. So I busted up my right wrist and right leg. But it was well worth it.

After all of that, we went back to Mandy's for some delicious dinner and hung out. I did have to leave though because the kiddo was tired.

Just a great day.

Wow, Vengeful much?

2009-10-18T22:07:00.000-05:00

Okay well yesterday I had realized my soon-to-be-ex husband had shut off my cell phone, I had it turned back on, but apparently he's in a vengeful mood. So this morning, I'm steam-cleaning my carpets (my get together on friday night trashed them) and I see a Comcast truck pull up. Then I see my next door neighbors storm it... *laughs*. It turns out it wasn't *he who shall not be named*, but a regular old tech. He was here to pick up the internet equipment.

Fuck. Well, apparently the cell phones weren't the only thing in his name. So anyway, I explain to the technician that T is a huge prick and trying to screw me left and right. So he makes some calls. Mid-way through his phone calls, I try and call a friend of mine only to discover my phone is shut off again. BUMBLEFUCK. So this technician asks me "Is your husband or ex or whatever really this much of a prick? I would never treat my wife, ex or not, like that". I almost started crying, so instead I chucked my blackberry against the wall.

Savior tech from heaven managed to find a way for me to keep my internet on for today, but I have to go in to the local office tomorrow and talk to them. I was thankful enough for the internet so I left it at that.

So off to the Sprint store I went. 3 hours later I have my own account (no deposit! yay good credit!) and a brand-new BB. Take that asshat! Now when my phone goes off I won't have to worry that it's jack-ass-take-it-in-the-butt-ex.

Hoorah.

We also just took care of the the car issue. I had my Rendezvous truck, which was under his name with me as a co-signer. He had the Altima (drag your ass on the pavement car) which is paid off and under my name. Apparently my wonderful Daddy took it upon himself to call Tim and get him to swap cars with me. So that happened with little excitement thanks to Rob being here, and I now have possession of the Altima. The idea behind that is since he's refusing to pay child support before a court order, and I don't currently have a job, it'll lessen the financial blow on me. *shrugs* Whatever.

Fish Tank Cannibalism.

2009-10-18T08:53:00.000-05:00

It looks like it's going to be a beautiful day outside and here I am, sitting here thinking about turning cannibalistic. I mean hey, mom's eat their children out in the wild, seems fitting this morning. I woke up to my daughter giggling like a bar fly who got a free bottle of UV blue at the bar. I get up to go look and there she is... by my fish tank...with an empty fish food bottle. SONOFAWHORE. Seriously? "Fishy Food Mama, all gone!" *facepalm*

So now I can add that to the list of things I need to do today.

I'm not liking this morning so far. I didn't sleep well last night, paranoia is what you might call it but I think that's normal when the morning before your future ex-husband barged into your house. *shrugs* Oh well.

That's okay, I got a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and no one would willingly talk to me this morning. I forgot to take my sister's braids out and yeah....

This is me after I ate the neighbor's kid.

Ah well. I guess I better go get started on my wonderful day. Wish me luck.

Fresh Beat

2009-10-16T11:10:00.000-05:00

Okay. The Fresh Beat Band on Nick makes me want to claw out my eyeballs with a spork and serve them for dinner. Ohmychrist. Seriously, It's like Disney all over again. So here I am, barely awake having to suffer through this show, with which I assume is used as torture at Gitmo, and my child is dancing around screaming. It's all for the child, I keep telling myself, all for the little me. I have the strongest urge to buy her baby grinders and suspenders but I'm resisting.

So tonight is the night! I'm having a little get together with some friends I've neglected while T and I were together. I am super psyched, like I'm pretty sure I may have peed myself with anticipation earlier. It's going to be a blast! I even ganked some wood from Rob's work to burn. My goals: To have fun, own the Jack, and hopefully not burn down the neighborhood. Yes. I think that's it.

I ate Elmo for breakfast

2009-10-15T19:11:00.000-05:00

I have been stressing big time today. I think between the internet and real life I've put in close to 30 job applications today, and let me tell you, it's like every time I submit one, my stress level jumps. I realize I've only been looking for a job for a week or so, but still. Every other time that I've had to search for a job, I was only taking care of myself. Now the weight of my daughter's well-being is on my shoulders.

I keep telling myself to chill out.

Then I get overwhelmed.

Oh well. Since when have I ever chilled out and not obsessed about something? NEVER.

So like I said, I'm on the job hunt. I've already come across some very interesting jobs, unfortunately I cannot find the mistress ad on Craigslist that Robert had forwarded me in April. Ha! That would've been hilarious.... if I could've put up with old hairy wrinkly balls. Which I cant. So no. Still, how awesome of an interview would that have been. "Hi! I'm here to interview for um.... the.... take all your money....I mean mistress postion? I hear you pay for travel and nice new cars!" Lmao. The article even said "must preform wifely duties". I nearly died laughing.

Other than that garbage, things are going pretty good I guess. Just living day to day and trying to get as much social interaction as possible!

For now, the child is demanding a binky hunt... apparently the world will end if I don't find it.

Late Night Coffee and Street Fighter.

2009-10-12T22:10:00.000-05:00

Times are a-changing in the realm of awesome-ness. (echo echo echo)

My husband I have have split, which was my choice. Long story short, I was just not happy anymore, and need to give myself a chance to live. There were/are numerous problems in our marriage, which had made me reconsider the whole situation. However, in typical Sarah-Hates-To-Explain fashion, I am not going to drag that out on my blog.

So, being a psuedo-single mom and all, I am now back on the job hunt again. I'm afraid that all I'll find is TechSmart part duex, which in all due reality I'd rather suck on hairy man boobs that do that again. I have an application/resume in with my step-mother's department at a local hospital, apparently there is a receptionist job open, and I'm really gunning for it, and I'm sure hoping that having a step-ma in a higher position helps me out. Other than that the prospects are few and far between. I'm sure I'll find something, but I don't like being in this position.

Other than that I'm just trucking along. Trying to make new friends, and continuing re-inventing myself. I know I have shocked the hell out of some of my friends with the high heels and such, but you all can just eat it because I'm lovin it! I'm only 23, and just now starting to feel human (minus a minor flare of the Crohn's) and I WILL take advantage of it. You have to live before you die... or kill someone.... or yeah.

Oh. I've also developed (or re-developed) an unhealthy obsession for Shirley Manson. YouTube it.

For the love of peanut butter

2009-10-08T15:37:00.000-05:00

Warning: the contents of this entry to not pertain to any specific thing, nor is an individual thought related to the next. Just rambling folks, move right along.

Sometimes things get stale. Sometimes things get old. Sometimes things aren't what you thought they were. Sometimes you have to continue on.

You never think your life will drastically change at the drop of a hat or a smile. Nope. It does though and it surprises the shit out of me every single time. You would think by now I'd be used to the crazy turns my life takes seeing as how I'm pretty sure I'm stuck on a rollercoaster.

You can try and try and try to keep said things the same. You can pray all you want that those things will be how it used to be, but it never works out like that.

Always moving forward, for good or bad. Can't look back. Just forward.

How is it that no matter what goal you set for yourself, say 10 years in advance, you always deviate from that goal. You always end up in a different side of the continent. Or at least I do.

Some people think I'm crazy. I was just informed the other day that I'm not that crazy... which is a plus, and kind of a blow to my facade.

Omg. What to do, think, believe?

Hectic

2009-10-07T16:57:00.000-05:00

I'm still alive I swear. Things have just been a little hectic over here. I've been doing nothing short of running myself ragged, and honestly? Enjoying it.

I got my sister's, now my car fixed... to the tune of just over $500. It needed an ignition coil replaced as well as a rim/tire. So that's taken care of, so Tim can take that thing to work instead of using my truck. I miss my truck. I've only been with out for 3 days, but I hate driving with my ass to the pavement and feeling like I can get squished. After the accident with the semi last year, I'm still not crazy about being near bigger vehicles.

School is on my nerves. I'm almost done with my Business Law class. It's honestly not that bad, and kind of interesting but the teacher's grading is really harsh. That and I'm teamed up with a couple of people for a final project, and they aren't helping at all. Next semester I have Psychology online, and I'm also enrolled in another campus class but I will be dropping that. I need to give my brain a well needed rest. I don't think my dean and teachers can take any more of my infamous angry face.

Other than that, just a few minor things are new. Made some new friends, whom I adore and I'm pretty sure I've stalked the hell out of one to the point of getting myself strangled (Melinda, you know you miss me in your shrubs, but I couldn't take the cold, my cheetos kept freezing).

I'm just making it a point to live my life. For the past few years, with being pregnant, and getting very sick I missed out on what I deem to be a lot, and ended up being a frumpy stay at home mom with no friends. No more. I'm 23 and I will enjoy my life.

Live life before you die.

Melted Brains and Chai Tea

2009-09-22T23:32:00.000-05:00

I've made a new resolution. I've decided that I need to start taking care of myself, instead of always "saving money" and spending on the house and bills. It took realizing that I only had 2 pairs of jeans, and a few winter shirts that fit. That's it. (I also have a pack of wife beaters, and some 4 sizes too big shorts from my sister) I had no makeup or nail polish. No face wash. No hair stuff. Why? Because I convince myself that I don't need these things, that I could put that money elsewhere, use it for more important things. Now while that's partially true, I could use the $18 I spent on some jeans on a bill, or the $12 I spent on basic makeup on groceries, but as of right now (or last week when I went shopping) we're caught up on bills and everything so I had to ask.... why not?

Why do mother's always (or usually) put themselves last? Since when does becoming a mother include putting yourself last? I remember my mother curling her own hair instead of going to the salon, even though her friend offered to do it at a discount. I NEVER remember her buying new clothes. My parents did go on dates, once every few months. Why? Before my mom got sick, we weren't too late on bills, why didn't she spend some money on herself?

I guess I just don't understand, even if I am guilty of the same thing. So I have decided to chill out and treat myself once in a while, take care of myself. Every mom should. Every dad should. Everyone.

Jack, Hard Cider and my Liver.

2009-09-18T09:55:00.000-05:00

So lets start with the day before yesterday, I was showering and the dogs started barking. I jump out and get dressed, look out the door, and there is Mr. Nikk. After a slight problem with his car, it got impounded, so he had gotten dropped off at my house. The morning was spend consuming coffee and my brand new banana bread recipe (gluten free baby). I swear, my kidneys were trying to jump out of my body, and the banana bread caused a foodgasm. We started trying to brainstorm what to do about his car and were about to give up and our friend Josh called. After some threatening, he agreed to help out and come up and hang out.

Josh is an old friend of mine. I haven't seen him in around 7 years. Yeah.

So anyway, after a trip to get his car, that failed, we met Josh at my house. Piled back in the car, got his car, dropped Rob off, and came back to the house. Josh is Noodle's new best friend. All the while in the car, she was playing peek-a-boo with him, which was explained to be mentally and physically draining because of how much energy was put into it. After we got back to the house, she attached herself to him. It was cute, but mildly annoying lol. Anyway, after Nood went to bed, they had some beers and I had myself some whiskey (I still refuse to buy the gluten free beer and put myself into debt) and we sat and smoked, talked and reminisced. I spend the majority of my drunk time laughing that them, and threatening Josh to bring his wife up to meet me.

Yesterday, I spent the morning talking to Tabs (my next-door neighbor) and cleaning after my dogs DESTROYED my couch (I guess that gets bumped to the top of the list of things I need to buy). Around 2 or 3 I went and picked up Nikk and we stopped and got some steaks and soda. Back home. Josh and his wonderful wife show up, and I am enamored with her. She's such a sweetheart. Noodle attaches herself to Josh for a little while and we eat. After Nood went to bed, Kenz came over to watch her, and we all headed out for some drinks. Ended up at some dive the boys were familiar with and had some drinks and told stories. Followed by coffee and home.

I'm actually sad that it's over. Granted, Josh is from the old days, and hanging out with him and Nikk at the same time really remind me of the fun times (and not so fun, but funny now times) and I kinda miss it. That and his wife was adorable!

Either way it was fun to get out and have adult time. <3

I'm off to mommy-work again.

And hating my liver.

Blogging to the Bears

2009-09-13T22:23:00.000-05:00

So, being the fan I am, I've had the game on (eat it Packers) and have been continuing on with my normal crap while watching. So why not blog?

If the Packs lose, I'm calling my Dad, leaving him a taunting voicemail about being a cheese head, and rubbing the Bear's Victory in. If the Bears lose, I'm turning off my phone.

I went and got my sister's car on Friday (?), and oh holy hell that rim is bent! I had asked my Dad about it when I picked it up and he said he had put it on the back and it shouldn't effect the driving. Yeah. Rigghht. Thanks Dad. So Katie drove it home for me, and I drove behind her (so no police could check the plates, being their under my sister's name, and her license is still suspended and the plates are expired anyway) and I thought the damned tire was going to fly off (read: OMYCHRIST IT FLEW OFF IN THE MOUNTAINS to understand my fear). I called my Dad about it, turns out that both him and I underestimated how hard Chelsea hit the curb, and he never noticed it on the test drive (he replaced all brake pads and rotors) because he never went above 30mph, and it doesn't start shaking bad until 50mph or so. So, now, when that stupid tax credit gets here, I must order a new rim and tire, except I have no idea how to go about it.

Moving on. So I helped Katie move after her helping me with the car, and wow, I forgot how much our parent's generation managed to pack away. It seems I blocked all the crap my Dad forced me to take out of my memory. Either way, she was nice enough to let me take the curtains to cover my kitchen windows (which even though they are miss matched, they look good) after the *ahem* break-in attempt. I also got some new plates, and a ton of pots and pans. <3 You all know how I am about my cooking. So major thanks to Katie (even though her anti computer butt will never read this).

On to the break-in attempt. (Em, I'm not sure if I told you about this, as my memory serves, I was on the phone with you discussing how my house was super creepy BEFORE I found the window, but I could be wrong... as I often am). Anyway, Thursday night, Katie and Ingrid were over for coffee, so I didn't go to bed until way to damned late (around 1ish). Once I went to bed, I dozed for maybe an hour and woke up to the dogs growling and what sounded like the cats fucking around. So I grabbed my airsoft pistol (thank god for airsoft guns made out of real 45s) and checked the doors and the windows. All were locked and alarm wasn't going off. So I went to bed. (Now this is not related to the attempted break in) At around 3 am, I woke up again to a beeping noise. My dogs weren't bothered, it wasn't my alarm, so I got up to investigate. I searched high and low, and eventually ended up in the kitchen. I just happened to glance at my stove and it's the freaking timer! I didn't think to look there because the timer DOESN'T work!! But there it is, going off at 3am! Ugh. So I went back to bed.

Anyway, so the next morning I went about business as usual, but didn't open all the windows just yet because it was still cool outside. I got on the phone with Robert discussing the car business and decided to open the kitchen windows. I go to open the window on the side of my kitchen and notice the screen is just "placed" in the window. All of the pins had been pulled out, and there were gaps all over. I touched it and it fell out of the window. It was in the window the previous night (I check them nightly because the cats sit in the window and will sometimes pull the screen out of the framing) and I realized that I wasn't just imagining shit the night before. Thank god I lock all the windows, and thank god I have my dogs! I swear, whatever little punk tried that is lucky I didn't think to let my dogs out (or he ran away when he saw me storming through he house with a "gun". Whatever. So I'm glad I got those curtains from Katie. Now ALL windows are covered and no one can snoop. I'm also going to upgrade my security system (which does not have individual alarm sensors on each window because I have a ton, and always have them open during the day) to include the glass breaking sensor. Uck.

Anyways, back to the Bears.

Sunshine. Rays. Or something.

2009-09-10T16:42:00.000-05:00

Things over in Sarah Land are starting to look up... I think. I add the "I think" at the end, because every single time I say things are looking up, they go straight down the shitter. I have Crohn's disease, so my shitter isn't very pretty.

I just got off the phone with my Dad, he's done fixing up my sister's car, and I can go get it now. He's letting me have it a tad bit early because my First Time Home Buyer's credit hasn't arrived in the mail yet. This is great, now (when the hubs gets back to town) Tim won't have to drive my car to work and I won't be stuck in the house 6 days a week.

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The little Nood has been having a good day so far today. She's been really huggy and cute all day long, which I'm convinced is Natures way of making sure I don't eat my young. This morning when I went to get her out of her room she chirped "Good Morning Mama" and I nearly melted. Then while I was drinking my coffee she was perfectly content to cuddle with me. She's also been repeating me all day.

We went grocery shopping today, which is usually just about as appealing as having teeth pulled, and she was great! She had a blast getting all of our items off the shelves (after I asked), saying the names, and putting them in the basket. Several customers were oohing and ahhhing at her, and one lady even clapped for her when she was able to figure out which were the mushrooms and corn on the veggie stand. I couldn't believe it, no tantrums at all. Thank god for the break from the hellish twos.

As for tonight, Katie and her sister Ingrid are coming over for dinner and coffee. I am excited. Chicken Alfredo tonight! Yummo!

Edumacation

2009-09-08T14:38:00.000-05:00

I have law tonight. I'm excited like I'm excited to get the plague. I missed the first class because I'm an idiot (mixed up Tuesdays and Thursdays) and I'm dreading this one. I've done all of my work that's due, and have a topic picked out for my final paper, but I'm still dreading it.

I think my previous teacher (English) ruined the shiny new gleam of college for me. She spent the majority of the 4 hour class talking about herself and her masters +100 hours, her kids and their phds and majors, and what studies she had read recently (including, autistic kids have no emotions LOL). I didn't actually learn anything I didn't already know, which really bummed me out. I am great at writing, especially papers, and if it wasn't for the grammar test, I would've gotten an A instead of a B+. Whatever, anyway, she made me dread going to school for the first time since I was in high school (yeah, beer and boys were way more important back then.... *rolls eyes* Hindsight is 20/20). I just hope that he is able to spice up the class and I don't fall asleep.

As for the precious few hours left before class? I'm just hanging out, baked some brownies that are now sitting out to cool. The Nood is (not) napping in her room, and I'm contemplating a cup of chai. It's gorgeous outside today, and I'm feeling extremely guilty for not taking Noodle out to play. This morning I was just in an odd mood and was relaxing, then we ate lunch and the kiddo needed a nap. Maybe I'll ask Tabby (her sitter tonight) if she feels up to taking her outside to play. *Sighs* At least it'll be nice out tomorrow as well, maybe I'll take her to the park in the morning or something.

Grraarrrhhhgg.

2009-09-05T09:02:00.000-05:00

I've discovered this a million times, no, a million and one. I am NOT a morning person. I wake up pretty easily, and can function almost immediately, but oh good lord am I a bitch. If I haven't had at least one cup of coffee, I hate you with every fiber of my being. You can sneeze and I'll imagine ripping your eyes out of your head.

You can't tell, but I'm choking you right now.

I think what it is, is when I wake up, I immediately start compiling my mental to do list and get overwhelmed. I usually DO have a lot on my plate daily, but it's not to the homicidal point. Until that caffeine kicks in though, my brain convinces itself that I have to climb Mt. Everest in my bikini and that's not a pleasant way to start your day.

Moving on, so the last two nights, I was blessed enough to earn adult time, and was able to leave the house post 8 pm sans baby. No I didn't reaffirm my white trash status and leave her home alone. Two of her babysitters were nice enough to watch her so I could get out of the house for a little bit. I didn't do anything amazing or anything, hell, I'm pretty sure I was slightly bored. You know what though? I didn't have to talk with words like "Poopoo" or "potty" or "sippycupmomma". It was great. I do get company during the day, but the kiddo is with me too. So I think I gained some of that lovely sanity back.

I need more coffee.

Caramel

2009-09-02T09:12:00.000-05:00

I deleted all of my entries. It actually started with 1 entry, and then it just went from there.

Apparently 7 months ago, I wrote a nasty blog about someone. I had been mad about this person moving away from me and vented on here instead of throwing a hissy fit and then moved on with life. Said person found it and was upset, so I deleted it after I found it.

As I pulled up my list of 70-something entries, I realized I needed to turn a new leaf. It seems like every two years or so, I end up jumping into another fucking phase in my life.... and then my ocd kicks in and I revamp my blogs, notebooks, social pages, and myself IRL. So, I read each and every one, relived the good ones and talked shit to the bad ones (yes, I talk shit to a computer screen).

Gone.

Done.

Fresh Start.

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So my mother in law sent my daughter's birthday gifts a tad bit late, but we got them yesterday (hah, like 3 months after her birthday to the day). So far Nood is pretty impressed. She got a few books (which she loves) and a hand painted chair which she has been reading in all morning.

She also got a few other things, but for right now she's content. I need to email the in-laws and tell them that we appreciate the gifts.

So my lovely sister came over yesterday to hang out. I picked her up at the train station just before noon, with a few mishaps. First I went to the wrong side, but I couldn't drive to the right side seeing as how after I shut off my car to save gas it decided that the battery wanted to die. So she walked to the right side, and we waited for someone to drive by. Thankfully a rail worker came and I managed to make enough of a fool out of myself that he stopped and gave me a jump. He thought I was kidding when I said grounding the cables was a bitch. Anyway, so we headed back to my house after a round of grocery shopping. I love my sister (most days lol) , we just hung out and talked.

Before I had to take her back to the train station, Phil came over to hang out. We all headed out to drop her off, and 4 train stations later (stupid us, thought she could catch a train at 6:12 at Round Lake Beach, but it was really at Waukegan), she's on her way home. So Phil and I head back to my house to get the kiddo ready for bed. By this time, Nood has decided that she is Phil's newest tumor. She had him reading her books and carrying her around. It was simply adorable. When it came time to brush her teeth, she jumped in Phil's arms and pulled the "Save me from my evil mom who doesn't want to pay extensive dental bills" thing and wouldn't let me brush her teeth. Guess who she DID allow? Yup. So Phil brushed her teeth. Then it was time for book and bed. She wouldn't let me near her and was screaming and crying. Phil sat down on her floor and she plopped down in his lap and he read her her night time book. Then I put my foot down and kicked him out and put her to bed. LoL, it was pathetic, she was so mad when he left her room. =) Well, at least I know who will get her in a good mood when need be. =)

Then I cooked us dinner and we just hung out. It was all in all a good night.