Showing posts with label vacation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label vacation. Show all posts
8/29/12
Sowwy I've been MIA...
So, it's been awhile. Sorry about that. I can't really say it's because I've been so busy. It's actually the complete opposite. It seems like everybody in my family is busy and I'm just trying to find something worthy of appearing productive. I am no longer employed at Target. I'm gonna refrain from the story because it's not really worth my effort to explain it....plus, it'll just make me mad. Let's just say, Buzz proved to be exactly who he always was. I will always love Target as a company though. I met some pretty fantastic people there and plan on keeping in touch with them. Buzz will never see my prescription money again and if I never see him again, that'll make me happy.
I was off for about 6 weeks this summer and quickly realized, I am not cut out to stay home. I will literally sit on my ass and then be depressed about it when I go to bed. Do you ever wake up and all you really wait for is it to be acceptable to go to bed again? Well, that was me for 6 weeks. I wouldn't say I was clinically depressed but prolly a little self-diagnosed depressed. :)
Over the summer, the family went to Maui for the wedding of my brother-in-law to a girl I'm very excited to call my sister. It was a beautiful affair. Expensive as fuck, but beautiful none the less. It was a family reunion of all of my favorite family members. No drama. No fights. Just a lot of laughs and fun. The hiccup of the trip was in order for us to afford the trip we drove 16 hours to Phoenix to catch a flight to Maui. Not bad driving there but oh my god, coming home was a battle. NOT a good way to end a relaxing vacation. In fact, I wouldn't recommend it to my worst enemy....or Buzz. :)
My diabetic wonder went to Camp Sweeney again for 2nd session and had a blast. Made a lot of friends and came home with no boyfriends. My youngest mini-me went to New Hampshire with my mom for 3 weeks and visited with my sister and her brood. The mini-me has also graduated to competitive soccer and is now in Liverpool. Yet another expense added onto the list.
In closing of this post, I've now been hired at Tom Thumb, a Safeway company. It's the same place I started when we moved to Texas while my husband searched for a police department. Same old boss which is quite the perk cause I absolutely adore him and his spazzy way of managing. He's definitely not a Buzz...kill. So I don't know if posting on here will be normal but I'm gonna try my best to keep it up. Next post will be about my 20th high school reunion....
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
6/13/10
OMG....99th post today!
Annnnnnd I'll be on vacation for a week so number 100 is gonna have to wait. So this weekend was fantastic. I learned a lesson in trust. My mom and dad took my kids for the day on Saturday and didn't kill M. I knew they could do it. I never had a doubt. My poor husband is on call this last week and 2 days left on it, he gets called out. Damn, it never fails.
So now we're in the home stretch of a much needed vacation. I had so much stuff to do but absolutely no motivation to do it. My mother in law is so damn cute. I called her last week to tell her not to panic about M's eating and allowable foods. So now she is panicking. I can bet she wouldn't be if I hadn't said a word. I will never learn. I think the best part about his vacation is allowing everybody to see that M is okay. Because, she is.
What else did I learn this weekend? Well, it wasn't a new lesson. It was kind of an old lesson. Never, never expect anybody to understand something they shouldn't have to understand. Not everybody is like me. I may be a selfish bitch sometimes but I have the ability to set it aside. Other people? They can't. I forgive them. That is all.
So I'll be leaving ya'll for awhile. I can't write my blog on my phone anymore...it's very annoying. I will miss it though. Imagine all the shit going through my head and not having an outlet to get it out. This could either benefit you later or not. We shall see. :)
Husband: Do I have a bruise on my forehead?
Me: Um.....I don't see anything.
Husband: It freaking hurts!
Me: What the hell did you do?
Husband: I got pissed off at the lawn mower and slammed it down. When I picked it up, the handle hit me in the forehead.
Me: Did doing that fix the lawn mower?
Husband: No, but it made me feel better doing it.
Me: Said the dumbass with a bruise on his forehead.
Husband: I thought you said I didn't have a bruise.
Me: I just didn't want to give you any other excuse to be a whiny baby. Silly me!
Have a fantastic week while I'm gone. I'll miss you!
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
So now we're in the home stretch of a much needed vacation. I had so much stuff to do but absolutely no motivation to do it. My mother in law is so damn cute. I called her last week to tell her not to panic about M's eating and allowable foods. So now she is panicking. I can bet she wouldn't be if I hadn't said a word. I will never learn. I think the best part about his vacation is allowing everybody to see that M is okay. Because, she is.
What else did I learn this weekend? Well, it wasn't a new lesson. It was kind of an old lesson. Never, never expect anybody to understand something they shouldn't have to understand. Not everybody is like me. I may be a selfish bitch sometimes but I have the ability to set it aside. Other people? They can't. I forgive them. That is all.
So I'll be leaving ya'll for awhile. I can't write my blog on my phone anymore...it's very annoying. I will miss it though. Imagine all the shit going through my head and not having an outlet to get it out. This could either benefit you later or not. We shall see. :)
Husband: Do I have a bruise on my forehead?
Me: Um.....I don't see anything.
Husband: It freaking hurts!
Me: What the hell did you do?
Husband: I got pissed off at the lawn mower and slammed it down. When I picked it up, the handle hit me in the forehead.
Me: Did doing that fix the lawn mower?
Husband: No, but it made me feel better doing it.
Me: Said the dumbass with a bruise on his forehead.
Husband: I thought you said I didn't have a bruise.
Me: I just didn't want to give you any other excuse to be a whiny baby. Silly me!
Have a fantastic week while I'm gone. I'll miss you!
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
5/13/10
My Theme Song
Crazy Bitch by Buck cherry. Oh yah, if I died tomorrow, it would play at my funeral as they carried my casket down the aisle. Then everybody would cry because....well, hello! I'm dead. And as they carried my casket back down the aisle, they would play it again. Cause that's how I roll.
Okay, now that that's over. What would your theme song? Would it be sad and sappy? Every funeral I've ever been to, the consensus has been to celebrate the life instead of mourning the loss. Well no shit but what about the next day when the reality of the loss hits you again. I always get hit with the realization that I can't just pick up a phone and say hi. That's what has hurt the most when I lost someone special.
Loss.
It doesn't have to be a death but in a sense, when you lose someone whether it be to circumstances or because there wasn't any room in your life anymore for that person, it still feels like a death. I don't handle loss very well. It's hard for me to let go of people that have been intricate parts of my life. I fight tooth and nail to keep them close until it's dead and black. When in reality, I should've said goodbye way before the blackness and death happened. Maybe better things might've happened if I had.
I've reconnected with so many people I thought I lost. About 90% of them are great reconnections but the other 10%? Yah, shoulda just kept on walking and never said hi. They were probably toxic before which is why they're still toxic to me. Oh and I'm not stupid enough to realize that I was probably toxic to them as well. Some people shouldn't be together when it starts to sour. Some people shoulda kept walking...shit, they shoulda ran as fast as their feet could take em.
But don't you agree that the "shoulda, woulda, coulda" of life is too tempting NOT to explore? Why do we do this to ourselves? I've never been a person that regrets anything in my life. I don't even like to use the word mistake very much either. Those two words basically mean the same thing if you think of it. But what do you call it when you wish you woulda just kept walking?
An oversight of being a stupid and dreamy female?
What if that oversight ended up hurting the other person too?
Even worse, what if the other person is happy you didn't keep walking?
Oh, I'm all over the place on this, aren't I?
Okay, changing the subject. I'm going back "home" with my family for a visit with family. My father-in-law isn't healthy and when I visited before, something told me to convince my husband to visit. That "something" was correct as he isn't doing so well. All I can hope is the procedures and surgeries being preformed on him prior to our visit fix him and he's good when we get there. I have every hope and prayer (allowable to a non-church girl) that this will be a happy visit. I also have a fear from past experiences that our time is short and our good intentions of visiting will be too little, too late. I was never a fan of my father-in-law. He was mean and nasty to everybody. In his old age, the miracle of medication has changed that. My father-in-law has always loved me from day one. He calls me "Gina." One, because he says it's his name for me and nobody elses. Two, because I swear, he doesn't know my name isn't "Gina." :)
Hold on "Dad," we'll be there soon. "Crazy Bitch" is coming home and bringing your son with her.
Happy Thursday! It's almost Friday.
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
Okay, now that that's over. What would your theme song? Would it be sad and sappy? Every funeral I've ever been to, the consensus has been to celebrate the life instead of mourning the loss. Well no shit but what about the next day when the reality of the loss hits you again. I always get hit with the realization that I can't just pick up a phone and say hi. That's what has hurt the most when I lost someone special.
Loss.
It doesn't have to be a death but in a sense, when you lose someone whether it be to circumstances or because there wasn't any room in your life anymore for that person, it still feels like a death. I don't handle loss very well. It's hard for me to let go of people that have been intricate parts of my life. I fight tooth and nail to keep them close until it's dead and black. When in reality, I should've said goodbye way before the blackness and death happened. Maybe better things might've happened if I had.
I've reconnected with so many people I thought I lost. About 90% of them are great reconnections but the other 10%? Yah, shoulda just kept on walking and never said hi. They were probably toxic before which is why they're still toxic to me. Oh and I'm not stupid enough to realize that I was probably toxic to them as well. Some people shouldn't be together when it starts to sour. Some people shoulda kept walking...shit, they shoulda ran as fast as their feet could take em.
But don't you agree that the "shoulda, woulda, coulda" of life is too tempting NOT to explore? Why do we do this to ourselves? I've never been a person that regrets anything in my life. I don't even like to use the word mistake very much either. Those two words basically mean the same thing if you think of it. But what do you call it when you wish you woulda just kept walking?
An oversight of being a stupid and dreamy female?
What if that oversight ended up hurting the other person too?
Even worse, what if the other person is happy you didn't keep walking?
Oh, I'm all over the place on this, aren't I?
Okay, changing the subject. I'm going back "home" with my family for a visit with family. My father-in-law isn't healthy and when I visited before, something told me to convince my husband to visit. That "something" was correct as he isn't doing so well. All I can hope is the procedures and surgeries being preformed on him prior to our visit fix him and he's good when we get there. I have every hope and prayer (allowable to a non-church girl) that this will be a happy visit. I also have a fear from past experiences that our time is short and our good intentions of visiting will be too little, too late. I was never a fan of my father-in-law. He was mean and nasty to everybody. In his old age, the miracle of medication has changed that. My father-in-law has always loved me from day one. He calls me "Gina." One, because he says it's his name for me and nobody elses. Two, because I swear, he doesn't know my name isn't "Gina." :)
Hold on "Dad," we'll be there soon. "Crazy Bitch" is coming home and bringing your son with her.
Happy Thursday! It's almost Friday.
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
4/15/10
Arguing for the Sake of Arguing.
This isn't me by any means. Personally, I don't like arguing all that much. When I get backed into a corner or feel that I'm losing an argument...I tend to get kind of violent. Violent meaning I want to drive somebody's, anybody's head through a wall.
My violent tendencies only increase if the argument is so incredibly stupid that I can't believe I'm wasting my time on it.
After going to bed last night, AT FREAKING MIDNIGHT, I snuggled in my blankets with my Nook in the ON position, my husband wants to take this time to talk. I have to admit, when I'm comfortable and have my reading brain ON, please don't try to talk to me. My husband knows this but never really cares about this either.
Husband: I'm so glad you got those tickets back to California. I was sweatin' those.
Me: You're welcome. You know me, give me a job to do and I'm going to do it. I'm just glad we land in Oakland.
Husband: I'm just glad you got us on Southwest and we don't have to pay for our checked baggage.
Me: Me too. (At this point, I'm really not paying attention. I've started reading.)
Husband: The only thing I hate about Southwest is the way they seat you. You'd think they'd seat you from back to front but they start from the front. Idiots!
Me: (I've stopped reading. My husband's knowledge of anything travel is zero.) No they don't. They don't have assigned seating. You pick your seat when you get on the plane.
Husband: No they don't. We had assigned seats the last time.
Me: What last time? We've never ridden on Southwest. It was always an affiliate.
Husband: Yes we did and we had assigned seats.
Me: Hey babe? What can I say right now to end this tit for tat you got going right now? I don't have the patience to do this right now.
Husband: Admit I'm right.
Me: Whatever. In two months when I'm proved right, I get nothing. This is stupid. You're welcome and I'm sorry you know nothing about Southwest.
Sadly, this went on for at least twenty more minutes. It was a stupid argument that escalated to little zingers from my husband.
Him: I'm gonna get some part times because we're going to need some extra cash.
(Meaning: Thank god you have me because I always have extra cash.)
Him: You know my parents are gonna be making us dinner every night. Maybe you could make dinner a couple times when we're there.
(Meaning: You're going to have to pay your way with this trip somehow.)
Him: You're not planning on turning this into a Jean vacation by going out with your friends all the time we're there, are you?
(Meaning: I'm going to start the guilt early on how I've lost touch with all of my friends and you still have most of yours.)
Let's call this what it is though. It was past midnight and we were tired. He knew exactly what he was doing and I did too. Did I close my eyes finally, thinking how long I would have to smother him before he stopped breathing?
No. I merely said, "Goodnight sweetie. The best part about going home is we get to see your parents and your family. All the rest, like me seeing my friends and showing the girls where we're from are just fantastic bonuses. I can't wait and even better? If home starts to get on our nerves....we get to leave and come back to our haven in Texas."
So, who won this argument? Why, me of course.
1) He's still alive.
2) I never once called him a dumbass.
3) The family vacation is going to be great no matter what.
Happy Thursday people! It's my last day off so I plan on doing it right.
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
My violent tendencies only increase if the argument is so incredibly stupid that I can't believe I'm wasting my time on it.
After going to bed last night, AT FREAKING MIDNIGHT, I snuggled in my blankets with my Nook in the ON position, my husband wants to take this time to talk. I have to admit, when I'm comfortable and have my reading brain ON, please don't try to talk to me. My husband knows this but never really cares about this either.
Husband: I'm so glad you got those tickets back to California. I was sweatin' those.
Me: You're welcome. You know me, give me a job to do and I'm going to do it. I'm just glad we land in Oakland.
Husband: I'm just glad you got us on Southwest and we don't have to pay for our checked baggage.
Me: Me too. (At this point, I'm really not paying attention. I've started reading.)
Husband: The only thing I hate about Southwest is the way they seat you. You'd think they'd seat you from back to front but they start from the front. Idiots!
Me: (I've stopped reading. My husband's knowledge of anything travel is zero.) No they don't. They don't have assigned seating. You pick your seat when you get on the plane.
Husband: No they don't. We had assigned seats the last time.
Me: What last time? We've never ridden on Southwest. It was always an affiliate.
Husband: Yes we did and we had assigned seats.
Me: Hey babe? What can I say right now to end this tit for tat you got going right now? I don't have the patience to do this right now.
Husband: Admit I'm right.
Me: Whatever. In two months when I'm proved right, I get nothing. This is stupid. You're welcome and I'm sorry you know nothing about Southwest.
Sadly, this went on for at least twenty more minutes. It was a stupid argument that escalated to little zingers from my husband.
Him: I'm gonna get some part times because we're going to need some extra cash.
(Meaning: Thank god you have me because I always have extra cash.)
Him: You know my parents are gonna be making us dinner every night. Maybe you could make dinner a couple times when we're there.
(Meaning: You're going to have to pay your way with this trip somehow.)
Him: You're not planning on turning this into a Jean vacation by going out with your friends all the time we're there, are you?
(Meaning: I'm going to start the guilt early on how I've lost touch with all of my friends and you still have most of yours.)
Let's call this what it is though. It was past midnight and we were tired. He knew exactly what he was doing and I did too. Did I close my eyes finally, thinking how long I would have to smother him before he stopped breathing?
No. I merely said, "Goodnight sweetie. The best part about going home is we get to see your parents and your family. All the rest, like me seeing my friends and showing the girls where we're from are just fantastic bonuses. I can't wait and even better? If home starts to get on our nerves....we get to leave and come back to our haven in Texas."
So, who won this argument? Why, me of course.
1) He's still alive.
2) I never once called him a dumbass.
3) The family vacation is going to be great no matter what.
Happy Thursday people! It's my last day off so I plan on doing it right.
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
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