The Bet

Can you believe that there is a bet out there regarding me and sex? Yeah, I thought it was a little far fetched myself, but I was informed that a certain customer of ours has a bet with his friends that he will be the one to sleep with me.

HA!

1. I will only be here one more week.

2. I don't know this guy.

3. I know of him, but would never sleep with him.

The bet is at $175 I guess. I'll take the money, but I ain't sleeping with no one! :)

Then I go to this party last night and I guess some guy had the hots for me, and my girlfriend said, "Watch out, that guy has it for you. Put on your warnings."

I have seen the guy before aroudn town whatever, but never knew who he was, and then they told me.

OH GOD NO! This guy has a worse reputation than Colin Ferrell himself. He has like a million kids and yeah, no, never.

Why can't any nice guys like me. I've only found one. Maybe I should hold on to him.

The End

I love this song. Not that this has anything to do with my post, but I am listening to "Talks to Angels" by the Black Crowes, and it is one of my favorites. I just needed a quick jont to Strawbarks to remember.

Anyways, I am the BIGGEST procrastinater eva. I got boxes yesterday, thinking, wow this is a step. I'm really moving. Then they just sat here last night after I spent hours hanging with Casey and Steve. We got pretty ripped and then headed down to Phouse, for some late nite excitement. Excitement was no where to be found. They boys plan was to go over to Bob and Sean's for some more Dark Age time. Now even though I can hang with the boys, I can't do Dark Ages.

I came home, still pretty stoned, and thought, "Oh, a nice hot shower would be nice right now, I bet it will help me sleep."

I never made it to the shower. For the first time in weeks, I fell asleep. Normally. No nyquil, no stress, just sleep. He woke me up at four from the couch.

Off to deal some poker to some stuck mothas.

Lose Control

For the first time this week I am up at 10 am. I feel somewhat rested after a nyquil induced sleep. I think I have insomnia. Which is an oddity to me, seeing how earlier this summer, I could've sworn I had narcolpsy. I would randomly fall asleep, everywhere. Bob's, Chris's, on my couch after a wonderful eight hours of sleep the night before.

Could stress be to blame? I think it may be a small possibility.

I love my daughter. She is so amazing. I regularly set 5 alarms if I have to be up at a certain time, yet I still hit snooze and oversleep by at least a half hour. (which is why I set them a half hour earlier than I really need to be up) She taps me at 7:45.

"Mom? Is it time to get up for school?"

Me, in nyquil haze, "Yeah, get dressed, and wake me up."

It went like this for the next 15 minutes. She would be done with whatever small task I gave here and then finally I decided, I must be the adult and get up. Ugh.

I hate working day shift at work. Thank God only 8 more days.

You're so hypnotic on my heart

Okay, so I love Holidays. Don't get me wrong. I don't see anything wrong with decorating and really getting into, especially if you have kids, as I do. But I am here to say that some things need to change. So Halloween is still about 2 weeks away. Now is when I don't mind seeing the pumpkins and hay bales and ghosts and candy bags in the store. A month ago? No. That is way too early. All my neighbors have rotting pumpkins in front of their doors because they have been out there since the middle of September. Then right after Halloween, the Thanksgiving decorations come up, the Christmas. If people start putting up cotton candy colored hearts right after Christmas, I may just lose my mind this year.

Sometimes, what you think you want isn't necessarily what the stars have in mind for you.
Sometimes, you have to remember that a couple actually translates to two.
Sometimes, it's the little things that are the trickiest to forget.
Sometimes, it makes sense to take a step back instead of jumping ahead.
Sometimes, analyzing isn't the answer.
Sometimes, focusing on happy makes you sleepily sad.
Sometimes, it's OK to dream with your eyes open.
Sometimes, choices are the opposite of simple.
Sometimes, your best bet is to believe in the universe.
And most of the time? Most of the time, try to remember to stay true to who you are. Even if that means letting go.

I read this in another blog and had to paste it. It's perfect. Especially the last line. I need to let go. Choices are definitly the opposite of simple. I will never forget him. But I guess I need to let go.

Boxes, Bags, and Cleaning, Oh My!

I hate moving. I absolutely hate (!) moving. And packing. But hopefully after the move to Seattle I can relax for a few months. I am freaking a little bit, but what's new. Anxiety attacks on full force right now. My chest hurts. I haven't started packing yet, or even finished cleaning my house (been spending time with someone I probably won't see for awhile) but I got my pad and pen out to make plans. That's the story of my life. I make plans and then something happens and then the plans change and then they go back to the original plans and then I have to scramble. I need to stop letting other people determine my life. Well said, Meghan.

I have a feeling you're going down soon.............

I rock. No joke. I totally rock.

Ok, now that I've got that out of my system, I can explain fully why I am so amazingly awesome.
(C'mon, everyone has to be their own cheerleader every once and awhile)

I went up to Seattle on Wednesday and Thursday and got 2 jobs. Yes, me, anal-retentive, over thinker, over worrier, snagged 2 jobs in less than 2 days. And I have an interview with Victoria's Secret when I move up for the holiday season. Here goes my paychecks to panties!

I'm having a hard time with everything though. I have yet to put in my two weeks. None of my bills are paid. I only paid 1/2 of rent this month. I really need to keep up cuz I need these people for a good reference. Not like they did anything massive about the mouse problem or turning off my power (along with every other tenants) without letting us know. But nonetheless, their word could be gold to Seattle rentals.