Not So Wise...

I had the oh so fun experience of getting my wisdom teeth out on Friday. Though I don't remember much of it, thank goodness, I'm still in pain. Boooo. And I look like a chipmunk, of course. (No, don't even ask, I'm not posting pictures.)

Apparently you say and do some goofy things when you're on drugs. I am so bummed that the love of my life is out of the country for a week and I have NO idea if I told him bye or not, because I can't remember hardly anything from the past 4 days. He came over after work Friday and I have no idea what he did, because I'm pretty sure I just sat there with a glazed over look. Then on Saturday he came to surprise me and (according to the story I heard later) I said, "Oh wow! You're here! I didn't know you were coming!" Then he went in the kitchen to talk to my mom and came back and sat on the couch next to me and in that time I had forgotten that he was here and said, "Oh wow! You're here! I didn't know you were coming!" Oh my...

Emily came by too and brought some pretty purple flowers and Jason brought some pretty orange flowers! YAY! I love flowers. I don't, however, love surgery. I've been pill takin', salt water swishin', ice-in', heat-in', fluid drinkin', couch sleepin', movie watchin', and Jason missin'. I think that just about covers it. Oh and mushy food eatin'.

Another thing I wanted to do while I was laid up was color. Apparently when I came out of surgery I said to mom, "I've been thinking about it... and I want an Enchanted coloring book and crayons." I don't know why, but I was set on that. I still haven't really colored.

Anyway... I'm doing better. Maybe I'll even make it back to work tomorrow - if my mom feels comfortable with me driving. Okay, bye!

P.S. I MISS MY BF!!!!! I only have to eat breakfast 5 more times before I see him again!!!

Really? No, really?

It has been a week. QUITE a week. I found out about my job (YAAAAAY!). I’ve been house/animal-sitting. I decided to move out of my house. Notice, I said “decided” – I did not say that I “did”. And for a little over 24 hours I was DEAD SET, 100% not budging, for sure going to get an apartment and I was going to do it next week and move in ASAP.

Well, my confident little self marched right up to my dad and said “Hey dad, I wanna move out. I’m gonna get an apartment. How cool is that?” Not cool. Not cool at all, actually.

He countered with all the reasons why he didn’t want me living by myself, wasting my money, etc. and some very valid points were made. I was not, however, swayed one bit. Unfortunately, neither was he.

So I cried… Then we talked some more. Then I left to go back to the Linehart’s. And I cried again. Not before talking to the Fireman (and crying and then getting over it) then talking to my mom (and crying and sort of getting over it). My lucky BF had already gone to bed at this point and didn’t have to deal with my over-dramatic misery.

This morning I talked with Louise at work and told her the whole story of what had happened last night. Once I got all my frustrations out to her, she asked how much the rent was per month. I told her and she said, “Well, heck! I only pay a little more than that for my house payment!!” Hmmm… house payment.

So now, here I am. Torn in my head as to what to do. (Not that I have a choice right now because no matter what I choose, the Dad still has to approve it, which he won’t. Anyway…) Do I get an apartment or a house? Or stay at home until pigs fly. (Someone please put a pig in a slingshot and send it my way.)

I got a free bed that’s too big for my room, and now been offered a free couch and loveseat that are in great condition! No where to put them, but no reason to turn them down!! Ahhh!!

So… ummm… any suggestions???

All Growed Up

Hello to all out there in blog world! I have some exciting news...

I GOT THE JOB!!!!!!!!!!!

WHOO HOOO!!! Yay! I am SOOOO excited! I mean, how cool is it to have a job just a little over a month after graduating from college?! And working for one of the best companies in town! I am so so blessed! AHH!!!

Whew. Okay, man, I'm pumped. Can you tell? Well, here is my official job title and somewhat of a description. I am one of 3 Wal-Mart Category Managers (not working for Wal-Mart exactly, though). I'm sure it will make more sense to me soon, but it means I will be in charge of several categories of products for our company, like First Aid, Sun Care, and Dietary Supplements or something like that, and I will know everything there is to know about the sales information for my brands as it relates to Wal-Mart.

Man - I am such a grown up. Well, not really - one of the first things I thought of was, "Awesome - now I get to change my facebook!" Wow. (Did I just admit that?) Hehe!

So let's see - anything worthy of competing with that good news? No, not really. But I did have a good weekend.

Friday: Jason, Brandon, Meagan, and I went to see The Happening. Ehh. Don't go see it. I mean, sure it was good. But just wait for it to come out on DVD. And rent it, don't buy it.
Then we went to Riverbend to hear Little Big Town and use up some of our millions of tokens. They were great - I love the song "Bring it On Home". It was all super fun, but my poor BF has had head pains for several days, and just couldn't stand being in the heat and crowd and loudness for very long. (I can't blame him - did you read my pukey post from last week??)

Saturday: I got an AMAZING massage at the school near Meagan's house for $25 bucks!! You can't beat that!! It was great and I WILL be going back. :) Also Saturday, Jason brought over the bed that I'm getting from his grandparents. I don't know if I've said this before, but I live in a closet-sized room... with no closet... well, no REAL closet. We remodeled that room when we added inside stairs to go up to the Fireman's room and Stretch lived in it when he was a baby and before I moved to college. Well, when I moved, I had no intentions of ever coming back, so Stretch got my nice big room with the nice BIG closet, so when I moved back after 2 years, I got the little room. Boo. Anyway so I've slept in a twin bed for probably 6-7 years and I decided that it was time to get a bigger bed and luckily for me, Grandmother and Grandaddy Lawhorn had a full sized bed they wanted to get rid of. :) YAY! So I got a super cute new bed set and we're going to paint this week (while I'm living at the Linehart's and taking care of their dogs). So even though I'm still wondering if the bed will actually fit... we're going forward!!

Sunday: Father's Day. Oh, I love my daddy. His idea of a great day was working out in the yard, hopping in the pool when he got too hot, taking a nap after lunch, and watching golf. We had a super yummy dinner of steaks, fries, and salad (which I have had like 3 times in 5 days) and opened presents after that.

Okay, so I'm taking care of the Linehart's dogs Jordan and Simon and their neighbors animals: Sadie and Tucker (dogs) and Peeps, Picasso, Princess Buttercup, and Sally (cats) as well as 3 birds and fish!!! AHHH!! And plants - by the way. Yikes! I was totally overwhelmed with all of it at first, but goodness gracious - these families have the SWEETEST animals!!! I am in love with those cats and all the dogs have been fabulous.

Well that seems like enough for today. :) AHHH!! I HAVE A JOB!!!

Dear Hunee,

Even though you think you are clever with your cutesy little nickname for me, I, however, refuse to answer to your heinous name. The end.

:-P

I gotta come up with a better title... hmmm...

Let's take a poll! Help me come up with a new name for my blog!!

Good News: The internet is a great place to do surveys/polls/etc.
Bad News: Two people read this and one is out of town.

Hunee - it's up to you. :) Just kidding.

I am glad to be back to good health since I was sick as a dog the other day. I had a little bit of a headache when I went to get Dash's toenails clipped (those things were LOOOONG!) and took some medicine and figured it would go away. I met Hunee, DD, and the boys at Nikki's to have a burger before Riverbend. We had a lot of fun (especially the boogie heads thing!) but I still didn't feel any better. In fact, with the heat, people, and noise level, I was getting worse by the minute. I felt so bad making Hunee leave so early (it was only 9 and Mercy Me hadn't even started) but she insisted that it was okay. So we left and she took me to my car at Nikki's and offered to follow me home. "Oh, no, no - don't worry about it. I'll be fine." But she did anyway - and thank goodness. I mean, not that I wouldn't have made it, but she was so sweet to help when I did get sick... We'll leave it at that since she's the only one reading this and poor thing probably remembers more than she wants to. Anyway - you rock, Hunee - you are a TRUE friend.

So that was Tuesday, I was laid out all Wednesday, but Jason and I had made dinner plans with his grandparents for Wed. night, so luckily I was feeling (mostly) up to going. I was nervous, however, that they would fix something totally crazy and spicy or something that had all kinds of stuff I don't like and I'd get sick and they'd think it was their fault and then the BF would break up with me because I was so rude. You know, the things that run through your head a whole lot faster than it takes to write them out? Anyway, dinner was awesome - steak, baked potatoes, salad, and strawberry shortcake for dessert. Mmm.. Mmm.. Good. We had a lot of fun and they were all excited that they're going to CANADA in two weeks!! AHHH!! Not me. Don't get excited for me. No no no. I'm getting my wisdom teeth out. No, really this time. Anyway, Jason, his grandparents, and his aunt and uncle are going to Canmore, Alberta for the week. Lucky dog. I'm not bitter. Do I sound bitter? Because I'm not. I'm happy for them. And I expect a really great present. The end.

This one's gonna be short...

Let me tell you about a movie you should... not see. You Don't Mess with the Zohan. Yikes... I mean, it was funny and all, but SOOOO sexual that we definitely wouldn't recommend it to anyone. I should have picked up the hints from the review from Focus on the Family, but oh well. Better luck next time. We see enough movies that some of them have to be not so good eventually.

The city pool tournament was this weekend, and unfortunately the team didn't make it very far - NOT, might I add, because of our guys, just poor management of the team and who to play when. It's all good now, but those poor boys sure did mope for a while Saturday. But luckily we got to go to the Falcon and Falconess' wedding shower that night and enjoy fun times with friends. And AH-MAAAAZING cheesecake. Holy cow. Let's have a moment of silence while I try to remember every taste...





Okay, now we're back. Yeah, it was THAT good. I won't tell the Victoria's Secret story... unless you really want me to. :) Maybe next time.

It's "I Don't Care Friday"!!

Whoooo hooooo! End of the week, baby! "I Don't Care Friday". (Hopefully that will work!)

So I don't know if I've told you guys yet, but Stretch bought Rock Band last week and I'm obsessed! There's a guitar (like Guitar Hero), a microphone, and a drum set, so when the "Gooey Gang" (the Fireman, Stretch, and I) plays a song, I sing and Stretch, of course, gets the drums. He bought it, he states, and so therefore he gets to play the cool drums.

Last night I decided I didn't want to do anything - I said I would clean my room... didn't happen. So since I wasn't doing anything else and Stretch wasn't home from his friend's house, I thought it would be fun to see if I had gotten any better on the drums. And I had. Oh yeah. I rocked out for an hour and 1/2 on those stupid things!! Can you believe that? Oh gosh. It's embarassing to even write that, but, man - I rock. (5 stars on every song, thank you very much.)

Here's another lovely story. Today the bug man came to the house. Stretch and his friend were watching tv in the living room, mom was in the sunroom on the phone, and I had just gotten out of the shower, so I'm in my robe. Okay, so the bug man knocks on the door - the dog goes NUTS, the boys are awkward (and 10 years old) so they aren't really good with greeting strangers. Stretch yells at the top of his lungs for mom, she doesn't hear, the dog bolts - or should I say DASHes - out the door, so I had to walk in there feeling super weird in the robe, tell Stretch to get the dog, and go get mom. Well, all of this was to tell us that we have a BLACK WIDOW SPIDER on our front porch!!!!!!!!!!! Ahhh!! Sick. Sick. SICK!!! Ewww... I don't feel comfortable knowing that that THING has been there and could have landed on my shoulder and KILLLLLLED me.

Uhh. I need to go wash my hands. Something about spiders makes me feel all gross.