Please pass the pain killers and the Icy Hot...

I was on the roof most of the afternoon pressure washing the moss off of it. And guess what...I'm still not done! This is a job from Hell I'm certain of it. 

I hurt everywhere. Cause you have to be sort of bent over while you do this and your standing in odd positions so you don't tumble to your death. I'm pretty positive out of all the odd jobs I've ever done...and this includes cleaning out the chicken coop, that this is the worst one I have ever done. Not only does it feel like it will never end...I'm also coming to terms with my fear of heights at the same time...which is so AWESOME....not.

I took a vacation day tomorrow cause I have to finish the damn roof. And because I was on the roof all day I didn't get the carpets cleaned. So, my plan is to clean the carpets first thing in the morning and then go back up on the roof and clean the outside mess up while the carpets dry.

Moss has superceded blackberry bushes...Moss is now my worst enemy. And it must die.

I was so busy yesterday that when I woke up this morning I thought for a moment that it was Monday morning!

Yesterday was very productive! Thank the stars! Although I'm not finished and things are not where I want them to be at...I'm a perfectionist like that sometimes. I can take pride in the fact that some of the bigger projects that I dispised so much-I actually got out there and tackled.

My father came over with his pressure washer to clean the roof! Oh happy-happy-joy-joy!!!!

I was standing here taking his picture when he stopped spraying and said,"C'mon get up here." I stood there all confused. He said, "I'm not going to do this whole roof myself-you're going to help me." My heart sunk because I have such a fear of heights and believe me the last place I wanted to be was on that roof. But alas, not one to disappoint dad and besides I did have my pok-a-dot rubber boots on, I really didn't have an excuse. So up the ladder I climbed. I got on the roof and he showed me what to do..."don't think about being up so high" he says. Yeah okay as my knees are knocking together. Anyways I got one section done and Dad decides he's going to move the pressure washer so he yanks on it...but he didn't pick up the heavy water hose....the weight in the hose broke a part inside the pressure washer. Water starts squirting everywhere and dad is droping F-Bombs that could probably be heard across the lake. He climbs down the ladder to turn off the water and then climbs back up to investigate 'his' damage. (I'm so glad it wasn't me who broke it) Needless to say...My roof is not finished. He had to go home and see if he could fix it.

Well that was fine I had plenty more projects to do on the property. Last fall I had dad over with the tractor and he mowed down all the blackberry bushes. So I need to rake them up. This is back breaking work and I'm getting to old for this crap. However there is section that is view from the driveway that is my main concern that I want cleaned up before the house is put on the market.

Blackberry bushes are my enemy

I battled with them the rest of the afternoon.

Got a nice size burn pile to prove it...which this pile now is actually bigger since I took this picture. But I was too tired to go back and take a picture. Yeah Calgon take me away...

This tree can be seen when you drive in. The idea is to "Park it out" as my mother would have said. It is so much work. I'm so sore today. I am aware of muscles that I didn't know exisited.

So after I was done with all of this. I hoped in the shower and then went to town to the local Target to buy some house smell good stuff and then to buy Gauge dog food. When I came back it was clean house time! Trust me...I wasn't running on normal energy...I had to stop at Starbucks. It was afterall, 6pm by this time.

I mopped the floors, cleaned my office, washed rugs, went through some paper work that was on the dining room table (that should have been in my office if my office wasn't a mess), pushed the button to run the dish washer through. By the time I was done to sit down it was 10:30. I was so exhausted so I went straight to bed! I didn't even crack open a book.

Which leads me to sometime early this morning-I woke with a start thinking that the alarm clock didn't go off-I was late for work-surely it was Monday morning! As the previous days events sunk back into my sleepy mind I then realized it was only Sunday...thank you God. Because I was sore, exhausted still and did not want to get out of bed yet.

What's on today's agenda? Well if the pressure washer is fixed we'll finish the roof. I have to steam clean the carpets today and wash laundry. But I still have lots to do...(gee I think I'm coming down with a cold...might have to call in sick tomorrow...cough cough cough....evil grin)

All I know...is I'm moving forward! 

Getting my crap together

So I'm trying to get all my ducks in a row.

I have a lot of work to do this weekend to finish the house for it to be put on the market. I told boyfriend to stay home. I don't want him getting in my way! I just can't work with him around-distractions you know. My father is coming over tomorrow to help me pressure wash the moss of the roof. Living in the country we get a little "green around the gills" at winter time.

The weatherman is calling for sunshine tomorrow; it will be a great oppurtunity for me to get a lot of yard work done. And if it rains...I'll cry.

The truth is I need this house gone ASAP. I have totally detached myself from it and I just don't care about things any longer. It's hard to come home and do all the work around this place and do what is required of me after working and commuting. I'm done living here...time to move on.

Next week I'm doing my taxes...keeping my fingers crossed for a nice tax return and then I'm planning a trip to Mexico by myself. I've been invited to go meet a certain Brit on a certain Sail Boat and I'm certain I'm going to go. I need a vacation and I think it would be fun to get away and have a good time. Plus I have to confirm that she does sound like Mary Poppins and not Marge Simpson.

I won't need much...just a swimsuit, sunscreen, a couple of tank tops, shorts, sweatshirt, my flip flops, some unmentionables, a hair brush and a hat-passport and some cash and I'm good for five days. Viva la Margaritas! Oh yeah...I forgot the damn camera already! ....good thing I always write a list of things to pack when I travel.

Work has not been fun the last week and half. Tight deadlines, co worker issues and things totally beyond my control have caused me to just throw up my hands and say "I'm done." I can't help what other people do...or in this case...won't do. Perhaps it wasn't a good week to go off the happy pills? (yeah but I think that's what was making me fat...so we're experimenting....less I have a breakdown first)

So Weekend---I'm super glad you are here. I'm ready. Let's get stuff done. Let's just DO IT already! I'm the only one in charge of this ride I call My Life.

Seattle 2010 Boat Show...Still Celebrating my Birthday ....of course.

Okay...so I'm not really a City Girl. I couldn't sleep at all in the Hotel. To much city noise-I was awake all night and the trips to the bathroom didn't help much either. But hey-no pain no gain right? I knew my gain would be to exercise my Starbucks Gift Card that was burning a hole in my wallet come Sunday morning.

Poor boyfriend...he looked really bewildered when I placed my coffee order...he wanted to know what made a coffee, "skinny". Duh...non fat sugar free? Hello...

Our first stop was to take another tour of the yacht we have been "watching" for quite some time. She has been for sale for three years and they keep dropping the price. She is now where we would like her to be...and this time when we showed up....the owner was on board...boyfriend worked his magic and they gave him their phone number....fingers crossed!

I really liked this Yacht...it was a tad bit out of my budget though...

M/Y DEVOTION was for sale for $6.4M after a $10M refit when a fire broke out in her stern. This was the most stunning yacht I had ever been on. There was a very tacky couple on our tour who kept referring to Tiger Woods; they wanted to know how Tiger lived, and what Tiger's "BOAT" looked like and my favorite, "what do you think this thing rents out for a couple of days?" When the tour guide said "$130,000 per week plus expenses" I thought they were going to choke on their own tongues. Then I added, "There is probably a one week minimum." When the tour guide nodded. They stayed a little more quiet. Until we got to the bow and they stood at the flag mask and wanted to know if thats "where the telescope went." I really couldn't tell if they were joking or serious at that point....

That is not a fruit bowl folks, that would be a sink.

I took so many interior photos to give me decorating ideas but this is just to show you the spacious Owners Cabin. You had to walk through their private Den/office first. That would be a king size bed...I would be in heaven. M/Y Devotion boasted 5 Guest State Rooms, Owners Cabin, Captains Cabin, and three Crew Quarters.

I was bummed because we were not given access to the Galley or the Crew area. For me seeing crew quarters on a yacht this size, 143 feet, I wanted to see how the crew were styling below deck.

On the "BOW" yes that would be the pointy end. Sheesh.

Ex-Yacht Stew and Author Julie Perry once said, this was one of her favorite views of a yacht.

I have to agree...

Once we were done at Lake Union we were off to Qwest Field to go to the second half of the show....

I had flash backs of Miami Vice.....

Every Yacht needs a jet ski! Mine will not be in yellow...I'm thinking RED.

Inside Qwest Field....we walked...every---where.

You could tell that the economy has dwindled the boating world...not so many vendors and not so many patrons this year. Lots of vendors this year promoting life rafts...I told boyfriend we needed one.

I was also upset to learn that Seattle's own Captain Phil Harris from the F/V Cornelia Marie had suffered a stroke this weekend. He stars in the Deadliest Catch one of our favorite shows. He underwent surgery and hopefully he will pull through just fine...he continues to be in our thoughts and prayers....

Well that was my birthday weekend bash. It was pretty freaking wonderful and we ended it by going to Happy Hour at the Woodfire Grill and I ate the best BBQ Chicken Pizza EVER!

I totally give this weekend a Thumbs Up!

Five Star Treatment at Palisades...

Palisades is my favorite Five Star place in Seattle. Right on the waterfront on Elliot Bay, the Elliot Bay Marina is your view of the night along with the Seattle City skyline in the back ground. The table was decorated in rose petals...cause they got wind it was my birthday. Our waiter was delightful...well everyone was delightful...

Here I am drinking some more wine...probably the most expensive bottle of wine a man has ever bought me. To bad I drank to much and puked it all up later...oh well...you live and learn! :) Tee hee.

Lemon Grass Calamari...to die for....

Not the best picture...but hey...you guys are lucky I could still operate the camera! I was having a good old time. Crab stuffed Mahi Mahi....yum yummy!

Boyfriends hunk of cow...raw...I mean rare...or something like that. Prime Rib dinner at a seafood place? Yeah...okay....

This was my "Cake"....a trio of Creme Brule...the BEST!!

Make a wish! Oh I did...but I can't tell you what it was....

I'll post more tomorrow....stay tuned for the Boat Show pictures!

On the way to dinner....

We passed the Space Needle...

We drove passed the Pacific Science Center....

We zoooooomed down Denny Way....

I threw a cheezzzy peace sign just for Maria.....

We drove past a Starbucks...ahhh make that a "Drive Thru" Starbucks...

My 31st Birthday in review

Our room had a view of the Space Needle.

And our Hotel was very thoughtful; they gave us the option of viewing the Holy Bible or the Book of Mormon. I was completely unsure which one I should read first....

Of course next to the said "Bibles" was the Guest Information book on Seattle. I chose to read none of the above.

Instead I chose to drink wine-cause hello....it's was my birthday!

(Me drinking the first glass of the 14 Hands Wine)

Note to Self:

Self: Get your Passport Renewed...


Fun things are in the works for this year...but you're going to need your Passport Silly!!!

A fantastic Washington Wine I need to share with you!

Boyfriend ordered a bottle of this wine and sent it up to the room on Saturday night for us to drink before dinner.

14 Hands http://www.14hands.com/index.html

Flavor Profile “14 Hands Merlot offers classic Washington aromas of blackberries and black cherries. Expressive flavors of dark stone fruits are joined by subtle notes of cocoa and toast. While soft and approachable, this wine maintains a sturdy frame of tannins.” -Keith Kenison, Winemaker

Let me tell you something about this wine, it was so smooth going down...you could drink glasses of it...which I did...in which I paid for later.

Good Morning February!

Sunrise this morning-I could have kicked myself for leaving the digital camera at home. Again, a cell phone just does not capture the colors, but you get the idea of how beautiful it was. You can see the Cascade Mountains.

Note to self...download birthday pictures and put camera in purse!

Officially 31 and Starting Over...

I'm recovering from my birthday weekend...I'll write about it later. I had so much fun that I'm super exhausted.

But I can say that being 31 is for the most part just like any other day...and then there is that little part of me that says..."oh shit...nine more years and I'm gonna be 40!" (EEEEK)

Totally killing time at work by taking quiz's on Facebook...and look who made my afternoon....oh Captain MY Captain!

Oh it's meant to be that the Captain and I are together! :) I'd share my Rum with him.!!!


Which celebrity should you marry?
Heather took the "Which celebrity should you marry?" quiz and the result is Johnny Depp.
You should marry Johnny Depp. You like the bad boy turned good type, the hotel room trasher turned lovable daddy type. He is your soul mate.

Dinner with the Family: If only you could freeze time

I stopped by my dad's house tonight for a glass of wine and to unwind from the day. Today was one of those days were everyone at work had at least a half a dozen crazy callers and the other half the time we were getting yelled at. Dad listened as I told him some crazy stories...like how the doctor informed me she 'was not bound by my governments laws.' I asked 'are you practicing medicine within the United States of America?' She answered. 'Yes'. Then I sternly replied, 'Then you are indeed bound by the laws of the FDA, DEA, and National Board of Pharmacy, Doctor.'
Dad shook his head as he poured himself a drink. He had a hard day too. He has this oil leak on his hot rod, Precious Metal, that refuses to cease. He's got his poor baby all torn apart.
I assured dad that I would only take PM to the finest mechanics if there ever was such a problem when I owned her and dad rolled his eyes and huffed, "if you don't know how to work on it you shouldn't own it." Which my reply "well teach me." Which he was not slow with his reply of, "You're too old to learn." I wanted to slug him in the arm.

It's not my fault he got a girl and not a boy. I mean-he should be glad I did pick up some stuff along the way. Hell, I'm glad I picked up some stuff along the way. It's saved me some money.

So anyways after the drink with dad we went and had dinner with the grandparents. My grandpa who is 90 and my grandma who is 85, were already eating. Dad and I were late for dinner. We didn't hear the dinner phone call-I told dad he would probably get grounded for that one.

Grandpa started to rant about politics and I quickly changed the subject and asked him if he would like to hear about my review at work. He was very proud of me and the mood at the dinner table went from tense to peaceful. Grandma was constantly trying to feed my dad who kept telling her no. And I enjoyed telling my grandparents what I actually do for a living because grandpa thought I was a secretary. They forgot.
Grandma thanked me again for all the work I did last weekend on her computer and printer-she said it's running like a champ.

Hugs were given and it was time to go home and take care of my household. I cherish these times with them. Because I know that time with them is very precious. My only grandparents I have ever known and how time has changed them; it is very bittersweet.

I'm glad that's over with....NEXT!

I had my review today...I was sweating it all week.

I really shouldn't have been. But reviews in the past were always stressful. I just keep having to remind myself "You don't work for THAT company any longer."

I'm going to toot my own horn for a minute and say that I received "Excellent" marks all across the board. My boss told me that she wished she could clone me about 4 times! Wow! It was nice hearing that about yourself.

They are in the works of giving me a promotion of more responsibility and were delighted when I said I was up for the challenge. Then came the question: My boss said, "where do you see yourself in five years" (Which I thought was odd in a review) But my answer popped into my head immediately. "To hopefully still be in a position that will continue to challenge and allow me to grow." My boss loved that answer! Phew! I hate questions like that. I don't know...cause I can't see the future!

For a gal living on her own, the accomplishments that I have made working here the past two years mean so much to me. It's hard to describe...there is so much to that.

Onward and upward that is where my sights are focused on.

Sunrise

I actually took this picture on the way to work on January the 6th. But I just found it on my phone as I was deleting some stuff off of it. A camera phone just didn't do the magnificent colors of the morning justice.

Abby Sunderland-a 16 year old girl with a heart of gold and some serious guts!

Abby Sunderland set out to be the youngest person to nonstop solo circumnavigate the world ALONE on Saturday.
http://www.latimes.com/sports/la-sp-abby-sunderland24-2010jan24,0,935990.story

Her story popped up on my local News blog and of course, I read it. I think it's incredible that she is going out trying to make her dreams come true at age 16. I mean I know what I was doing at 16 and sailing around the world was far from my mind. This girl has got heart.

Then I read the comments. Oh the comments! There is always some jerk somewhere that always has this EGO that must be heard!

And the mothers! Oh the mothers...'they would never let their children do such a thing! Why her parents must be crazy and WHERE IS CPS?'

'How could she know what she's doing?' 'Why would she do such a thing?' 'Pirates! Oh the Pirates!'

(Sigh) We are such a harsh society sometimes...we talk before we know what we're talking about. We think we know all the answers or all the ins and outs of a situation but yet WE MUST BE HEARD. Those darn Egos.

Well, I know that I will be following Abby's adventure. Cause I'm praying and pulling for her to accomplish her goals. I encourage you to FOLLOW ABBY too! http://soloround.blogspot.com/

Also her other website is: http://www.abbysunderland.com/

Lazy Sunday-There will be no Work Here

I'm supposed to be cleaning today. You know-getting the last few things done to get the house back on the market.

However I'm feeling rather crap-tas-tic. The curse is coming and I don't feel like doing anything. I've managed to do two loads of laundry...which are still in the washer/dryer. I cleaned out a filing cabinet and burned the paper work. I closed the gates because I didn't want any surprises-like company.

I have not showered yet. I am still in my P.J's.

Being a woman just sucks...cause sometimes you just get all the life sucked right out of you.

Yesterday I was rather busy. I met a friend for coffee. I finished cleaning the boat. I came home and between the boyfriend and I, the rest of the tree house (that was my ex husband's idea of party pad in my back yard) got burned. Then I racked up some blackberry bushes and burned those too. It was hard work.

And of course then I went to an amazing good dinner. Boyfriend and I had a pretty good time together yesterday and this morning. He had to rush off this morning because you know the football play offs are on! (Gag) So I miss him already.

Gauge has been a stinker all day. No, really literally a stinker. I don't know what the rumble is in that dogs gut but it is producing some toxic smells. I keep having to leave the room that he's in-but he follows me! It's like he's trying to smother me out.

So this is my Sunday. Unproductive. I'll hate myself tomorrow for it. When it's Monday and I get home and realize that I have to do all my stuff during the week. However, I just can't today. I've got nothing.

I really do wish I was drinking a margarita right now...cause the one I had last night was so darn tasty and then I wouldn't care about anything. Well guess I'll go work on making something for dinner.

Hope your Sunday is swell!

It was better than getting flowers or a present

Dinner was fantastic tonight with boyfriend! We were eating at our favorite Mexican spot...munching on chips and salsa; slugging back our Margaritas.

And I was explaining to boyfriend why he should join Yoga class with me. I told him that he is too stressed and that it is just too much for him. He needs to find a way to relax and get a way from his life a little bit. I also told him not to worry that other men are in the class too.

Then boyfriend hits me with the best apology he's ever given me: He said that I was right. I am good for him and that he sometimes is a real asshole. And sometimes he's just beyond being foolish.

I sat there speechless. Then I reached for his hand with a tear in my eye and told him thank you. And said, there is the man I fell in love with! I knew he was still in there somewhere! I kissed his hand and told him thank you for saying that to me from his heart.

I'm telling you that was better than getting flowers or getting a present...just having a man acknowledge their wrongs with you; without you bringing it up or it being in an aftermath of a fight...it was ---refreshing.

We're getting back on track...the both of us...learning. We love each other so much. This we both know for sure.

Oh Captain Jack--thank you!

Yar!

Captain Jack Sparrow is not going to disappoint us-according to this article http://movies.yahoo.com/feature/movie-talk-pirates-4.html

Jack will be on the big screen once more in May 2011! Looks like they will be filming in Hawaii this summer....

Hmmm perhaps I will take a vacation to Hawaii instead this year...

Yo-ho-ho matties Yo-ho-ho!

This one time I was on stage with a hypnotist...

A couple of years ago I got taken to a Casino to watch a friend of mine nephew perform his hypnotist act. He was so excited to show me. So the boyfriend and I along with said friend go. This place was super packed. Over a hundred people in this theater.

The hypnotist asks for volunteers to come on the stage to participate in the show. So because I totally miss being on stage I put up my hand. (Plus I really was curious about this whole idea of being put under) So up I go. Twenty people are called up and we sit down in chairs all in a row. He asks us our names and where we are from. Then he tells us to close our eyes and concentrate. He starts talking really sloooowww and tells us to concentrate on something I can't remember I think a body part getting heavy or something. Well I was getting relaxed, like if I was deep breathing in a yoga class. But then, all of sudden I get this horrid tickle in my throat. Like the kind that is going to make you burst out in a loud obnoxious coughing fit frenzy!
I swallow hard; I hone in my theater skills and concentrate on not coughing. And pretty soon I'm able to make that tickle go away.

At this time the hypnotist has declared that he will be able to tell from a test that he does with the arm movement if you are in a trance and will be able to work. If not, he will tap you on the shoulder and dismiss you. So he starts and begins dismissing people. Well I hear that and I'm like oh good, he'll dismiss me because I'm not in a trance. So I'll just wait here with my eyes closed. Good plan right?

So he gets to me...does his test...and keeps walking past me. I think "Oh shit! Now what!!" It's not like I can raise my hand in front of all these people and say, 'uh excuse me, but I'm not in your trance, can I go sit down?' Yeah that would make him look really bad! So I sit there.

Well what the hell. I was dying to do some theater again. So I ad libbed my way through his entire performance.

At one point he called me down in front of the entire audience and I had to sit next to him in a chair and pretend he was the hottest man I had ever seen! Then he was like, "Tell me who the hottest actor is to you" and I remember this guy in the front row is like under breath, "Brad Pit" and boy did I shock the audience when my answer was, "TOM HANKS" (I'm so evil) I mean he is my favorite actor but he's not the hottest actor. (tee hee) Anyways so I had to drool all over the hypnotist then drool all over this make believe Tom Hanks that wasn't there. I had everyone busting a gut. It was fantastic!

Then as a group we all did the quirky stuff.

At the end I was instructed to go give my boyfriend this giant wet kiss under the spot light. As I was walking up to him I was thinking, "keep a straight face damn it, its almost over" and then I laid it on him and then jumped on his lap! We practically knocked the chair over.

And guess what....to this day...no matter how many times I've told boyfriend...he still believes that I was under that damn trance.

He even bought the DVD. And when I would tell him things before they would happen-he still wouldn't believe me.

I wasn't hypnotised. I was acting. And it was a super fun night...makes me wonder if any of those people where acting to?

Happy One Year!

It's this Blog's One Year Anniversary Today!

41 Followers and 75 Readers a day is totally not what I expected when I started writing a year ago. When I set out to write this I only intended to write on here for one year. This Blog has become a Journal, an entertainment piece, (I mean c'mon you don't believe everything you read do you?) a place for me to vent or rant, a place to learn, and a place to meet people from all over the world.

I started writing in hopes that it would open up a part of me that had been locked away unable to write and find words to be able to put on pages again. My experiment worked. I have been able to put my imagination together, find the words and make it mesh to write a 98 page fiction novel. I have every intention of finishing this project, which is far from being done, and trying to at least get it published. If it doesn't oh well. At least I finally finished writing a book and I can cross that off my bucket list.

So what I guess I'm trying to say is: This Blog is not going anywhere....yet!

Thanks for coming along! Whether you wanted to or not!

To Canada or Not to Canada this year

Beautiful isn't it...

Canada is so pretty in the Summer. I wish I could spend loads of time up there without a care in the world. I missed last years trip in part because I thought I was going to Mexico in the Winter. Now that this year is a new year I have two weeks of paid vacation time and five days of sick time to spend doing what I please. I still want to go to Mexico...but I'm not ready to go. I'm more focused on the house selling and moving.

My margarita buddies and I made a pack that we would go to Lake Chelan...but I was too drunk to remember the details...were we doing that this year???

Boyfriend and I are for sure going to the Ft. Lauderdale Boat Show in the fall.

And in August is the Canada trip. (Big sigh) The down side is that he will be gone two weeks. I can only be gone 7 days. He will not take the trip to Neah Bay to pick me up, oh no. That's too far for him in Lil Bit, (the smaller boat) it eats up too much gas. So he wants me to drive all the way to Bamfield, Canada! I despise long car rides...especially in Pedal Jumper. (That would be my uncomfortable car) I just Googled directions and with the Ferry Ride it would take 7.5 hours! Holy Cow! That's like driving from here to Idaho! How bad do I want to go again? Oh and Neah Bay is only 4 and half hours away...ugh.

Then I look at pictures like the ones I took above in 2008 and I'm just like...'not everyone get's to experience this life. I am lucky that I do. And I'm whining about it. I'm such a brat'.

Okay so I'm thinking here...not sure yet...just trying to decide which way to spend my vacation time. Hey I guess if my house sells....no-no scratch that, because I'm positive thinking, WHEN the house sells...I can take a longer vacation-anywhere.

Hey I think I deserve it.

Time flies...

I found this box of cereal in my pantry this weekend. I swear to all of you that it feels like I just bought it!!! I mean really, it wasn't that long ago I remember pouring a bowl of the Kashi cereal and cutting up a banana then drizzeling it in milk. And it still tasted like cardboard.
I swear it was just like yesterday! However when I pulled out the box and looked at the date; the expiration date said it all.
I mean where did 2009 go? I guess I have to ask where did 2008 go to because seriously...wow. That's some old ass cereal.

I threw it outside to feed the birds. I hope the little puffs don't make the birds balloon up and explode. Cause if I had exploding birds on my property, that for sure would not be a selling point.

Has anyone else ever found something in their pantry like this? Or am I the only one?

Sunday today will NOT be my day of rest

Good Sunday Morning!

Yesterday must have been our only break in the weather, for it is back to being overcast, chilly and dripping wet outside. I was hoping to take Gauge out for a nice long walk this morning. But I think he's related to the Wicked Witch of the West, he's afraid he might melt in the rain.

Yeah I know. The Muse was a little out of control last night. Sorry I apologize. He made me do it. But I've got him under wraps. That sneaky bastard. My creative Muse is not a fairy in tights with cutesty little wings with sparkles on its cheeks like Tink from Never Never Land. No, no it's a apparently a well traveled street smart punk with long hair and earrings, looks like a pirate. Oh my god...NOPE I refuse to go there! Let's change the subject.

Anyways so boyfriend hurt his back really bad yesterday installing these hundred pound a piece batteries onto the boat. And apparently he was all hopped up on pain killers because I got the funniest text messages from him. Poor guy, I should probably call him and make sure he is alive still. Hold on....hmmm voice mail.
I don't know why he didn't get help from some one in the boat yard, I guess his ego got the best of him.

I can't believe it's Sunday already. Yesterday went so fast! I spent the entire day spring cleaning my bedroom and bathroom. I took apart my bed and cleaned out underneath it. Apparently I had an entire colony of dust bunnies living under there! Then I made this totally non healthy dinner and sat down and watched the movie The Ugly Truth. It was good. I didn't think I would like it...but I ended up liking it.

So I guess I better get out of bed and finish the rest of my chores. It will be the end of the day before I know if I stay on the computer much longer and then I will be mad at myself. Have a good day!

My Muse has returned but I think I'm in trouble because my Muse is scaring the shit out of me.

I cleaned house all day. Now I'm currently having a visit from my Muse. Yeah I KNOW! Like seriously-WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? I didn't even get a post card?

Muse: Sorry I forgot about the postage stamp increase, so I didn't have enough money with me to buy stamps.

Me: You are kidding right?

Muse: Kind of. I had enough money for beer and cheap sex though.

Me: What? My Muse is an alcoholic whore?

Muse: Well you win some...you loose some.

Me: Fantastic. That explains why you leave me high and dry on occasion with no warning.

Muse: Yeah it's kind of like pre-ejaculation.

Me: ??? What did you just say?

Muse: You heard me! Did you turn deaf while I was on vacate? It's like pre-ejaculation. You think you're going to have this great big experience and then it turns out to be over before it really started and then you're disappointed.

Me: Okayyyyyyy.....I totally thought we were talking about where you've been and why you haven't been helping me write my book.

Muse: Oh yeah right. Sorry. I was still thinking about the prostitutes.

Me: Oh my god somebody help.

Muse: I am your help dip shit.

Me: That's what I was afraid of.

Muse: Don't worry have I ever let you down when I've been here before?

Me: Well...ahh no.

Muse: You've gotten pretty far with this one...I'm going to MAKE YOU finish it. YOU WILL DO IT.

Me: You are starting to scare me. Are your eyes red?

Muse: They're probably just blood shot.

Me: Blood shot?

Muse: Yeah I took a hit off a bong that Morrison was passing around.

Me: THE Morrison?

Muse: Duh.

Me: Muse, he's dead.

Muse: No shit. They still need to get creative in the after life.

Me: My Muse sleeps with Whores, is an alcoholic drug addict. Perfect.

Muse: Oh Heather. I'm everything you are not. It's what allows you to think outside the box. I'm the perfect Muse for you!

Me: I think I want a refund.

Muse: (Evil Laugh) You're stuck with me until you finish this project. So I suggest you type faster twinkle fingers.

Me: You're scaring me again.

Muse: THAT was the point.

Me: HELP!

Margarita's Make her Flirty?

Last night was Margarita Night with the girls. Two of my friends here are participating in the Breast Cancer 3 Day Walk. They had a meeting last night about their fund raisers and asked if I wanted to join them. Sure, why not? I'm proud of them for doing this because I lost someone near and dear to my heart to breast cancer when I was young. I would love to do the 3 day walk, but my asthma would probably prevent me from doing it. So I'm going to cheer them on instead as well train with them a little bit and get in shape myself.

Once the meeting was over and the other ladies went home, the three of us sat there for another couple of hours telling stories and laughing until we had tears. It was such a great time! The margaritas I swear were actually doubles and I was pretty drunk. I'm so glad I had a ride.

Boyfriend was all bent out of shape that I went. I think he's having his period this week. He's on this emotional rollercoaster. Remember when I blogged about male PMS? Yeah...he should be their spokesman. I can't deal with it right now. I just can't be bothered-I have too much to do. I have to get my house ready to put on the market by the end of the month and I'm up for a giant promotion at work. It's still up in the air about work...because they are not sure what all they want me to do yet, but I would have "authority" (hee-hee) look out! So that has me focused. I can't be bothered with my boyfriend acting out like a 12 year old. Grow up dude. Get a grip.

I'm not sure if he thinks when I go out I get like this:

But after three and half years if he doesn't know me now that I only have eyes for him. I don't know what to tell him. And if he wants to try and act like my "keeper" like I'm supposed to "ask permission" to do anything. HA HA HA HA ....(takes a breath) HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA. NOT. GOING. TO. HAPPEN. EVER!!!

No one owns me. I do what I want. When I want. Fuck n A. At least my ex husband didn't fight me with that.

So I dunno. Well see.

So do I have a hangover this morning?

Do I EVER!!!!

It's a beautiful surprising sunny day out. I've had aspirin and coffee, now I think I will take Gauge for a walk.

Lessons learned and Margaritas por favor!

You can't make people like you. It's a proven fact.

I gave up a long time ago being offended if someone didn't like me. I really don't seem to care what people say about me or think about me. If they can't take the time to get to know me; then that is their own fault. Their loss.

I'm a very open person. I'm the friend that would do anything for you if you asked. Sometimes I do things when you don't ask. I'm honest, caring and loving. Funny and vibrant. I have a strong personality in that I don't let others push me around. I stand up for myself when I need to.
I would hope that my friends would give me the same courtesy that I give them. The same honesty.

My true friends do.

And there are the ones that I thought were my true friends that haven't. Couldn't even pick up the phone and return a phone call. I thought we were better friends than that...but to you we are not. So I wash my hands of you too and will not give it another thought.

Life is about lessons. And I have learned a few. I remember the day my mother told me "Heather you will always be able to count your true friends on one hand" That maybe true. I have about five friends that I'm very, very close to and several friends that are just that meet up in a blue moon friend.

Tonight I'm going out with some good close girlfriends for Margaritas after work. I'm so looking forward to it! I love girl time! It's been a crazy week...drinks are well deserved!

Happy Friday!

Ode to Coffee

My coffee addiction-oh how you have entangled me into your web. I can't get out. It wasn't all that long ago that I despised you and refused to even look your way. Now it seems I can barely go one day with out you in some form or another. You have me in your death grip...your evil teeth bared at my neck if I shall try to fight free. And I have tried but you still keep me as your prisoner. Damn you Coffee!

I believe it all started back in 1999 when I lived in my apartment in Lake Stevens. I lived next door to this girl we'll call Sally. Sally was a bartender but at one time used to be a barista. She was about 2 years older than me. I thought Sally was really cool. But Sally dated my husband for like two weeks back in the day. But according to the both of them nothing ever happened. Which I didn't care if she dated him or not because I had him now. (Or at least I thought I did. Ah-hem)

So Sally would always stop by the Espresso stands and order a latte, or this or that with this or that in it. I couldn't even follow along to know what she was having put in it. It seemed I had serious Espresso Stand Coffee Ordering A. D. D. She begged me to try something with coffee in it. Finally, I caved. Because that's how I was back then...I would cave under pressure. I still remember what the first coffee drink was...it was a Carmel and coconut latte. And I thought it was really good! Super Sweet! (Surprised my teeth didn't fall out of my head) So for a long time I drank those. Then I got super adventurous and tried just plain vanilla lattes. However, that didn't suit me well.

Enter Starbucks! Oh...the Coffee Devil. Enticing me with all the delicious flavors and pastries. I was adding this and that. Pretty soon that Coffee Ordering A.D.D. was no longer an issue. I could keep up with the best of them.

Then the bad news.

My doctor said I was borderline diabetic. Too many sweets. The sweet syrup I was putting in my coffee was a killer. The fast food my new husband and I were eating almost every night was adding on weight. And before you knew it I had gained 45 lbs from the day I got married! Holy Shit Batman!

Diet time.

I cut the coffee out.

I lost half the weight.

My addiction eased.

Somewhere in there I became a stay at home house wife. Coffee every morning was not required. It was a "Social" thing.

Then-my world came crashing down. I was working 16 hour days 7 days a week just to keep the roof over my head while my husband left me destitute. I needed the coffee to stay "ALIVE". Starbucks was my friend...because they had the Skinny Latte'. Non fat, Sugar Free. I lost more weight.

Flash forward to now...the coffee demon has me. It's claws are in me deep. I try to go with out and just drink tea with caffeine. But then I'm just a walking cranky zombie. That doesn't do anyone any good.

For now...I guess I must succumb to you Coffee. You have me trapped...cornered...with no way out...just remember when you approach me...just make sure you're a grande non fat.

To the Asshole who posted a Porn comment on my last Post:

Hey dirt bag-no one here is interested in your pathetic trolling. STAY OFF MY BLOG!

If you come back-I'll find you and personally kick your ass. Consider yourself warned.

Sandman bring me a Dream...hell just bring me some zzzzz's

The last two nights I haven't slept well. I'm working on night number three I think. I'm wound up so very tight. I don't know why.

Last night I tossed and turned. I think I finally fell asleep around three am. But then I was plagued with this dream about an angel and how he fell down to earth...etc. and I kept thinking in the back of my mind I have to remember this dream (as I'm still dreaming) because this would make an awesome book idea! The dream went on and on...and I tossed and turn and kept waking up to look at the clock. Then the clock went off at five thirty...and I was tempted to reach for the gun under the bed to shoot it silent.

I ended up over sleeping until six thirty and taking way to long in the shower. Go figure.

I promised myself I would retire early tonight. And I did. But then I started tossing and turning again. I can't settle. My mind will not shut off. I have no sleep aid to calm me down. And the FDA has come this week to inspect us at work and I need to be on my A Game tomorrow when they come back. I can't operate on three days of no sleep. I'm ashamed to admit I've hunted out my leftover prescription of pain killer from surgery and took one pill. I'm hoping it will just ease me enough to knock me out to sleep. I know bad...but I'm desperate for sleep. I don't play nice with others on no sleep. As one friend and I joke...I start throwing sand in the sand box.

I even got into on the phone today with one of my Corporate Accounts. And I keep playing it over and over in my head. They were being totally uncooperative...but did I go from zero to bitch just a little too fast? I mean would that have escalated like that had I had more rest and been on top of my game? And that is the reason I can't shut off my brain!

I know I'm stressing about putting the house on the market this month. But that shouldn't be keeping me awake these past two nights. I don't know what it could be. Maybe it's just a fluke. However, I just hope it doesn't last long. I might not have any friends left by the time it's over. Sad.

Going to try and get some shut eye now...night

Weekend Review

This weekend has been great. Saturday was so much fun!!!

It started off with me going to Target and buying my P!NK CD, an exercise ball and a resistance band thinga ma jig.

Then I met with a friend and her and I went to a really nice lunch down on the waterfront. Afterwards we took a walk on the dock, it was such an unexpected nice day! Then I took her to see the boyfriends boat. She's from one of those 'landlocked' states; so being out here in the Pacific Northwest is so much different. She's really enjoying it and had some questions that I was happily eager to answer for her. I gave her the tour - which I'm glad we went over to the yard because boyfriend happened to be over there so she got the chance to meet him as well. We said our good byes and came home.

I was super full after eating lunch. Which was just Mahi Mahi tacos and a spinach salad. So I decided to try out my new exercise gear. Then I got on the dreadmill for 30 minutes of cardio with P!NK blasting in my ears. It was fabulous!! (boy are my abs aching and calling me names today)

Boyfriend then came over. But he was tired. He isn't sleeping. (Again) So instead of going out which was our original plan, we stayed in. I wasn't hungry so I let him raid the fridge and we watched TV. Then he told me what my birthday present was going to be...he's taking me to Seattle and we're going to go to Palisades for dinner! http://palisaderestaurant.com/page/home
Then we're going to stay over night in a hotel and the next day go to the Seattle Boat Show! I'm so excited!! Last night we made our hotel reservations so we are right on Lake Union. Very much looking forward to it. And our dinner reservations have been made as well! I can taste the fine cuisine now....mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Today was a run to the dump. Stinky. I had been collecting garbage for quite some time. It's cheaper going to the dump then paying for trash service. When I was married I had trash service. When I was married I had a lot of things. Like convenience. But I did not have trust. So fuck that.

Anyways, boyfriend has been talking about "moving in" together. I'm not ready. Of course it will be when he gets his new place. I'm not sure how I feel about it. I wasn't sure how I felt about things when he told me last night he changed his mind and was not okay with me going to work on yachts. Well-just cause you tell me you're not okay with it...doesn't mean I'm not going to do it anyways. I gave up my dreams already for one man in my life. I'm not doing it again. I live for ME. M-E. So I guess we've hit a speed bump that I'll need to see about when my house sells. I mean I'm still watching the economy and how it's effecting that industry. Quite truthfully, if my house sold tomorrow...I'd be scared to leave my well paying job with benefits.

I came home and took a nice mid day nap. Cause HELLO folks it's Sunday-the day of rest!!!

Now Gauge and I are just 'kickin it'. You know, that's gangsta for "relaxing".

So my bloggy friends hope you all are enjoying what's left of your weekend. Cause tomorrow is that dreaded first day of the week. Monday. Damn it if it ain't here again already!

We really do walk among idiots

A lady just called in her credit card payment. She read me the number and the expiration date as "June two thousand ten"

When I read the number back to confirm it I also read the expiration date back as "Six of ten. (6/10 is how I wrote it)"

She says: "Nooooo it's June two thousand ten."

Me: "Of course it is."


REALLY?!?!

A week of moderation

This week has been about self control: well, mostly about me learning how to have "Will Power" again and the ability to "Just say No".

I made a comment to a friend on FB that I was quote terrified to step onto the scale. But nonetheless, I finally did so Monday night. I was mortified. To say that I would enjoy eating my way to becoming a fat girl again is an understatement. I just love food. However, if I'm to break my family curse of heart disease, diabetes, heart attacks and early deaths, I need to get into shape and DIET. And let me tell you something-it's fucking hard.

I bring my lunch to work all week long-which is always healthy. But by the time I get home I'm starving! And then I find myself trying not to over eat at dinner. This week-the first full work week back from Christmas break has been hard to get back into a routine.

Wednesday was especially hard because I met a friend for tea after work. We met at this cute little coffee shop that smelled so delicious from all of their devine baked goods. They had cookies galore, muffins up the ying yang and treats coming out their ears. My friend ordered an Italian soda and a Pink Cookie. Mmmm I took FOREVER to order. I wanted a treat so bad. I hovered over that display case for what seemed like a decade. But in the end I walked a way with a banana and chi tea. My friend made fun of me but I told her I was going to enjoy that banana-and I did.

Thursday was interesting. I stopped at the espresso stand on the way into work and got talked into having an added FDA approved Fat Burner added to my coffee, so what the hell, why not. It didn't make sick or jittery. Nice. I'll probably try it again. I met with another friend after work to celebrate her new job; she was sought after and decided to go work for this other company. So here we are at the Outback Steakhouse of all places, and it's Happy Hour. Oh my goodness the choices!! But I finally settled on steamed vegetables, grilled salmon and a salad. It was very good. Well the fish wasn't as good as what the boyfriend cooks...but that's to be expected.

Okay so being good this morning I decide to get on the scale...I take a deep breath and look down at the scale with one eye open..........It's safe to do the happy dance! I'm down 3 pounds from Monday!

So this morning at work one of the office girls asks, "Is anyone opposed to me getting donuts?!" I shout. "YES!" ha ha. But asked her if she would get a little fruit bowl. So for breakfast I had fresh fruit. I'm going to keep up on this...it feels good to know that I'm loosing some of it. I've got to keep it up. My life depends on it.

i think a little toe cleavage is sexy....


just an FYI

Holy freaking Pickle!

I just tried one of the pickles I made this past summer! <--Recipe there

That pickle was fantastic! It was crunchy but not overly crunchy. It had just the right amount of dill to give your taste buds an explosion in your mouth and the fire from the peppers and garlic I used was the right amount to give your tongue a kick!

Grandpa's recipe is awesome...aren't you glad I shared it with you? Count yourselves lucky. He's not sharing it with anyone else.

My 2010 Inspiration!

So remember that dream I had the other night? You know the one-well in case you forgot you can refresh your memory here.
Ironically the next day I was standing in line at the checkout at my local Target and I happen to glance over and I spot this:

Hello! That would be none other than Pink herself! So of course I buy it-because it's fate and it's Pink and it's going to tell me how to get "Flat Sexy Abs"! YES!! I'm super excited! I mean so excited I'm about to hug the person behind me excited! Until I realized it's a "he" with a beer belly, wearing a T-Shirt with holes and is sporting a uni-brow. No thanks-I'll pass and keep this excitment to myself-thank you very much.

I remember when I was at the Pink concert that I was so envious over her bod thinking that I just wish my toosh could look like that. And if I could just have a flat tummy like that...I would be in heaven . I have set out on a mission. To become healthy and change my lifestyle. Going back to no fast food, no fried food, no sugar, (good bye chocolate) and get back into shape. And Pink is going to be my inspiration!!! It's odd that the night before she was in my dream and then I see this on the stand at the check out.

I got home and started reading the magazine from cover to back. Boyfriend was busying working on his lap top. He said "what are you reading?" When I told him of my plan he approved, but then when I said that Pink was going to be my inspiration. He said, "Why do you need a person to inspire you?" I answered as honestly as I possibly could.

1. 
   
    Lately my self esteam has been low
   
   
   
   
2. 
   
    When it comes to eating healthy I have no Will Power. 
   
   
   
   
3. 
   
   Strength in numbers--right? 
   
   
   
   

With that being said he was like "okay I get it."

Then I read an article in the very same magazine that I just purchased that said you will burn more calories if you "crank it up". Meaning that if you listen to music while you work out it's totally impowers you to work out harder! Which is exactly what I found out to be true weeks ago when I moved the CD player into the same room with the dreadmill.

 I'm on the hunt for Pink's album Funhouse. It's so good and I can't believe I haven't bought it for myself sooner. (And just so you know-I won a Gift Card-so I'm using it to buy my stuff on! Hey keeping in the budget!!) I think this will make an excellent work out CD. I will also put the magazine next to the dreadmill where I can see it so when I feel like lagging I can look at the cover and be like..."No I want Pink's Abs!"

I also bought this Britney Spears album. HEY! Before you start mocking me...bitches...this has alot of her hits on it as well as her new stuff on it and it's got great beat and bass to it which you can really get down too and dance and exercise too. There is always a method to my madess. ALWAYS.














So it's all about a new life style change. Eating good, doing good things for the body. Trying to stay positive. Today when I came into work I was the happiest and cheeriest one! I said "Happy New Year!" to everyone as I came in. Everyone looked like death warmed over and I was smiling and happy. Well...apparently they weren't doing what I was doing all weekend...ah hem.. cough cough...but still. Be happy your boss just paid for you to have 6 days off.


Tomorrow I will start by getting on the dreadmill and shaking my grove thang!

This Post is brought to you by ACER the worlds smallest freaking Lap Top Computer!

Good day! Boyfriend took pity on me by not being able to get online...he could see I was having serious Blog withdrawals. So he let me use one of his lap tops until I can get mine fixed from the IT guy at work. I'm using the worlds smallest lap top. It's midget size. Wait-is that politically correct? Okay...it's mini me size. I'm getting cramps in my writs from trying to type on it. But I'm super glad to be back on the Internet. I was so lost with out it! I mean what did we do for fun before the Internet came a long? I seriously can't remember.


So the last four days and three nights have been super fun and nice with the boyfriend. We've been getting along for the most part pretty well. He even wanted to be the one to install that damn toilet seat! So not being one to keep a man from doing fun man things, I let him. I mean seriously, he volunteered!


The other night he was asking me about the blog...and I was saying yeah I have like 36 followers now...and he said "What? Just a couple weeks ago you had 30." I said, "I know! Isn't it great! I talk about my fat ass breaking the toilet seat and people like to read that stuff!" He's like, "I can't believe you wrote that." I laughed, "I bet they can't either!" Then I pop on here today and find that I now have 37 followers! Wow thanks for stopping by! I'll try not to disappoint!

New Years eve was very laid back in this house. Boyfriend ended up going to bed way early and ended up sleeping through all the fireworks. I was watching the fireworks show on TV of the Space Needle when all of a sudden my house sounds like it's getting bombed. My neighbors were lighting off fireworks, which I was little annoyed with because we were having a serious wind storm and the wind was carrying the "bombs" right over my house. I went back to watching the TV when my whole front yard lights up; apparently one of the mortar shells shot over the fence low and exploded right in my yard in front of my window. That was the last straw. I went outside and starting yelling, "Hey! That was in my fucking front yard!" I can hear them laughing. I was so pissed. Alcohol and fire and wind do not mix in my opinion and that combo scare the shit out of me. Ten more minutes of that crap and then they stopped. Usually they call me and tell me they are going to do fireworks but not this year. Gauge slept through the whole thing along with boyfriend but Matti...she was beside herself. Poor old girl. Then I couldn't go to sleep so I was up until 2 am. When I finally went to bed I prayed that boyfriend slept in and didn't wake me up early. Which luckily he did sleep in.

We spent the rest of the weekend hanging out, shopping, eating good food, drinking wine, and watching movies. It was a really good time. I was sorry to see him a go in a way this afternoon. But then again it was time for me time.

To catch up I have been enjoying my Christmas present from him. He took me shopping for it the Saturday after Christmas. He bought the most beautiful half carat diamond stud earrings. He calls them my "sparkle". It's so cute. We went to all different jewelry stores looking for the best pair. And finally we ended up at where I've gotten alot of my jewelry before ;Warren Jewelers in Burlington. When he told me I could have them I screamed and jumped into his arms and gave him a really big hug and he couldn't stop smiling from ear to ear. It has been fun sharing this with him.

Also this weekend (I know I'm jumping around-) Gauge and Matti both got baths. Isn't it funny how dogs hate the bath part, but they love the towel dry part? It seems to me that they always act like they feel better to after a bath...so my question is: why do they fight it??

It has been a really nice "Winter Break" I'm a little sad that it is over and I have to go back to work tomorrow, but it's time to get back into the swing of things. Lazy Heather is over. It was nice while it lasted. Also tomorrow is the beginning of my Life Style Change.

Yup instead of saying that I'm on a diet...I'm doing a Life Style Change. Which is pretty much what I did in 2008. No fast food. No soda. etc. No Fried Food. Eat lots of vegetables and fruit. And less portion sizes. And exercise. But this will be a post in itself. So later on that.

I'm waiting for the dishwasher to finishing washing so I can get in the shower...I totally did things backwards today. Oops! Should have showered first then started the thing. Oh well I'm not in a hurry.

Hope you all are enjoying your Sunday! Catch you later!

My Computer is a Jerk

I'm on boyfriend's computer: I think mine is having a nervous break down. So I'll catch you all up to speed later...

But I did want to wish everyone a Happy New Year!

I was busy last night-I partied with P!NK, insulted Ryan Reynolds and perhaps said two words to Sandra Bullock

Dreams are so weird. Last night before bed I watched the movie 'Definitely, Maybe' with cutie-hunk Ryan Reynolds.

Okay so this isn't a picture from the movie...but c'mon...you're not upset over that right?

So back to my dream: I'm at a movie theater-somewhere and all of a sudden Sandra Bullock walks into my dream at the movie theater and the crowd of people just goes nuts! And she's waving and saying hi to everyone. And I'm thinking...what's going on here...Well...then Mr. Hotness...I mean Reynolds appears and it looks like they are there to sign autographs for their movie The Proposal. (Which I saw like three weeks ago-weird) I'm so excited! Because--hello! It's Ryan Reynolds! I want him to sign my movie pass and want to talk to him!

All these people start crowding them and I'm waiting and waiting...and then somehow he ends up standing right next me! Omg Omg Omg!!! All I can do is look up at him and realize how tall he is. So that's what I say, like a complete dumbass, "How tall are you?" Which he looks completely put off by my question and answers in meters. Cause yeah duh he's Canadian. Then he walks away. I'm crushed.

But I don't give up-I need to explain myself...

So I wait in the long line of people to have him sign my movie pass and when I get up to him again I say that I really enjoyed the movie and he says "Oh Good" and wants to know who to make it out too. Typical answer. I tell him sorry about asking about his height, he must get that a lot, and he kind of smiles and says nothing. I explain that my boyfriend is 6'4" and I think tall guys are hot since I'm so short, it makes wearing heels fun. He laughs. (Thank God) Signs my movie pass and then that was that.

I think somewhere in there I got my pass signed by Sandra cause it had a signature already on it.

So then everyone is just going crazy at this theater...which serves alcohol...so I must have been at the Cinebarre. And guess who decides to show up next?

YES P!NK!

And her hubby.

So P!NK shows up and I'm partying with her! Her and I are drinking shots and carrying on like old friends who haven't seen each other in ages and then she gets up to go to the bar and is like, "Heather c'mon" and I'm "Nah...got to go find my stuff." And I walk through the crowd of people to find my 'stuff' which I do...which consisted of a really old jacket I haven't owned since high school and one of my Coach purses that when I went to open it I broke the zipper.I turned around thinking 'now aint that a bitch' and could see the crowd getting deeper. And someone was saying that they stopped serving because there were so many people that it was getting out of control and the cops were showing up. And that's when I decided to bounce on out.

And then I woke up.

Now tell me wtf does that all mean?

Dad says I should just cut my losses; I want to take up drinking hard core.

Today I wished for some good news about the housing market and putting my little house back on the market come January. I decided to go interview some agents today since I was not happy with my previous agent. After meeting with three and getting pretty much the same story from each of them...I'm seriously fucking depressed. All those farkers out there with their distressed properties are not helping my price point at all.

And I have to be honest and say that my loan is crap but if my situation was different back in '04 I would have had options to be picky with my loan. Now, however I can't. One agent told me about in house loan modification-which I didn't know anything about. It's something to consider-they usually do it for people who are in danger of loosing their home, not for people like me who are just tired of paying the big payment and who have always paid on time. However, if I threaten them that I might no longer be able to pay on time they might reconsider given my outstanding payment history. However, I don't want bad Karma on my loan either.

Every one of them told me I should hang onto the house for a couple more years then sell it. I would really love to do that...but my crazy ex husband will be back in Washington in October 2010 and perminate restraining---yea well, I'm pretty sure that's not going to keep him from bothering me and I don't want to be here to find out.

I still owe my divorce lawyer over $10k and my father $11k and I have bills I want to pay off too. If I walk away from this house with the $50k I NEED. It will be a fucking miracle. I see my dreams going down the toilet...I wanted to go to school in Ft. Lauderdale and take some classes here in Seattle that where just about $1000 and then Scuba lessons. I see it all not happening now. Okay perhaps I'm being negative Nancy right now...but I just had visions of getting the money from the equity of my house and starting over somewhere and having a little cushion for once.

I could have sold the house in 2007 but my ex caused some problems and I couldn't. To think about how much I could have sold it for then and the fact He was in the way of that makes me hate him even more!

My dad says I should put it up for the amount the last agent who talked my ear off said. And if I have to cut my losses, then cut them. Walk away and just be done with it. It's upsetting. My stupid ex can't be a man and is forcing me to leave my home and I lose money in the process. 31 years old is too young to be worried about all this stuff if you ask me. I'm so worried about my future and retirement and where am I going to be in ten years that I think I miss out on the fun stuff.

One of the agents asked me if I planned to buy again...I said no. They were shocked. My answer was "It's time to make memories elsewhere...I just don't know where that is yet."

It's true...I need out of here...this house is suffocating me.

Best Part of waking up...

GOOD MORNING!

I am sitting here enjoying my first cup of coffee this cold-frosty Tuesday morning. I know that some of my co-workers are working this morning and I feel sorry for them. Probably just as much as they will for me when I work an entire shift tomorrow by myself. I just drew the short straw and that's how it worked out...I'm working alone. It actually will be nice. I won't have to listen to anyone yack all day!

I have lots of things to do; but true to my I'm on vacation style-I don't and won't probably do any of it. I didn't realize how burnt out I was until yesterday when my body just said "no" and I ended up sleeping most of the day a way. Which was nice, but then I was doing all my chores at 7pm. I was running errands at night-made me feel like a vampire; out just starting my day when it's blacker then black out and everyone else is retiring for the night.

One of the things I need to do today that I cannot put off is go drive around and interview some real estate agents. Whom I'm sure are then going to want to come look at my house...which is not ready. But I just want to go interview and try and find the right person to help me sell this place. I have to sell it this year. Partly because the ex will be moving back to Washington at the end of 2010 and with a restraining order in place, I'm sure he will still bother me. So it's time to make memories elsewhere.

So I best be getting on the move...if I'm going to get anything done. Trust me I would much rather sit in this bed and read my book then go out in that cold weather. But you can't stop living just cause the weather gets a little nasty out. My coffee cup today says "Wish" on it...Today I'm making my wishes and hoping they come true...

What do you Wish for?

Did you work today?

I didn't have to work today. Or tomorrow. So I declared today "Uber lazy day". It's 4pm and I'm still in my pj's. I slept most of the day and it felt great. Sometimes you just have to slow down and listen to your body...mine said, "Take a nap bitch." So I did!

Well I better go get in the shower and make my way to town...Still have to go get that damn toilet seat...un fucking believable!

Later....