Life, or something like it.

RE: Last Entry

Sat, 07 Apr 2007 03:48:14 GMT

The last entry was taken down because I grew tired of my boyfriend and William acting like assholes. If they want to continue, Kris can get his own livejournal and the back and forth can go on. I said what I wanted about the issue and I dont want to hear it anymore.

Thanks.

Voice Post: Where Myah tries to win a bet

Fri, 30 Jun 2006 17:12:25 GMT

It's Official:

Wed, 10 May 2006 05:27:22 GMT

I have finally grown a backbone and am sticking up for myself at work.

Update coming....soon. Maybe. :p

Busted...

Fri, 30 Sep 2005 05:27:32 GMT

So I leave my gmail password open, and know what I discovered? Kris is READING my emails!

Not that I have anything to hide, so it doesn't really bother me...just found it interesting.

He has also read ezmessages I've received.

Quick question to those living with their SO...do they read things of yours?

Call me curious...but don't think for a second I'm upset over this. More amused than anything. :p

And I also found this interesting. How did they know I wore a g-string? :p

Your Pimp Name Is...

G-string Money

What's Your Pimp Name?

Grrr...

Fri, 23 Sep 2005 22:25:13 GMT

So we have the car back, meaning we have 2 cars now, even though the one I drive around town is about to die. But seeing as how we have a working, nice car back, Kris can take the kids again.

See, without the car, we couldn't pick them up, so it's been 2 months since he's had them. Really. And since his phone had been off for about a month, he hasn't talked to them, either. So he called them last night and talked to Carter, and told him he wanted to take them to Disneyland today. Carter got really excited, but his mom wasn't around, so the stepfather got on the phone and told Kris they would have to talk to Amber about it.

Forward to today. Kris called Amber, again, this morning around 11. At 3 she finally called him back. She played dumb to the Disneyland idea, and said that the kids had plans all weekend, so they didn't have time for him.

He hung up, and called her back 20 minutes later. Of course she didn't answer, so he left a voice mail, stating that since she wasn't going to be an adult and answer the phone, he has decided to take the kids next weekend, and that he would pick them up on Friday, and have them till Sunday, and that he would see her and them then.

I really hope we can take them next weekend, because...really...circumstances were bad enough without the car or phone. But now that they're better, she better not be a bitch about this and let him see them. It IS court ordered for visits every other weekend.

*sigh*

Crash into me...

Fri, 29 Jul 2005 09:46:46 GMT

Yesterday was supposed to be a great day. I had to work, but I was getting out early...to see Kim! I was really overly excited all day, because hell, Kim is MY people and I've been with all of HIS peeps for like a month. Plus, as bizarre as this is, we'd never met even though we talked daily.

So we go to pick Kim up, and she's absolutely gorgeous, but most of you already know this. And of course, she was as sweet, and gracious, and vulgar as I knew she would be. We had a great dinner, and even though time was short, I was just glad to spend a couple of hours with her. Kimmie is AMAZING. Nuff said.

We leave and drop her off, and we're driving home. Literally 5 minutes from our place, we're on a freeway exchange, and a lane is closed. He starts to slow down. A mini van in front of us swerves to the left, we see this car stopped dead in the middle of the lane.Kris slams his brakes. They lock up, and he swerves to the right, but not quickly enough to avoid the car. So going about 40-45MPH, we slam into a car at a dead stop. The car flies forward about 40 feet, maybe more, and we are shaken to the core.

We're not badly hurt, just whiplash and bumps and bruises, I think. I don't really know, because I won't go and see a doctor. We have no car for 2 weeks, though, so that really fucking sucks.

Work won't let me come in tomorrow, so 3 day weekend! Too bad I'll be doped up on valium, eh?

Hmm...

Tue, 26 Jul 2005 07:42:42 GMT

Your Hidden Talent

Your natural talent is interpersonal relations and dealing with people.
You communicate well and are able to bring disparate groups together.
Your calming presence helps everything go more smoothly.
People crave your praise and complements.

What's Your Hidden Talent?

Thoughts?

It's been awhile...

Sat, 23 Jul 2005 05:12:09 GMT

Since I've been able to post. I'm sorry to let this go, it's just...life has been happening.

I'll start at the beginning of the week. Sunday, Kris and I had the kids...for an overnight. Believe it or not, the psycho bitch ex let us take them for more than 24 hours. It went...really well. Really. If you can imagine, me, Carter (5 year old son) and Kris in the bed, and Sydney (10 year old daughter) on the floor at our feet. The mental image cracks me up.
Funny tidbit about the next morning: I woke up with the kids, at around 7. I got Carter some breakfast, and sat with them. Then boom. I get my period. I'm miserable. I realize I have to go to the store. Does Kris wake up? No. Do the kids want to go watch TV with him? No. They want to come to the store with me. So now, please picture me, with 2 kids in tow, walking around a Walgreens at 8AM to buy tampons. If you're not laughing yet, maybe you're in a bad mood. :p
So work. I started this week. I'm the only gringa (Re: White Girl) working in the pharmacy. But the people are nice, even if half the customers don't speak English. I still don't have my license straightened out, meaning I can't fill medication, but I can type the prescriptions in the computer. I'm only making $11.00 an hour for now, but it's 32-40 hours a week, so I really can't complain too much.
Onto the other stuff. Kris and I are still fine. No major fights to speak of. There are times I feel I'm losing my temper, but I cool down as quickly as I get fired up. We had a talk the other night about why I get frustrated with his WoW obsession. I'm not upset that he spends time on the computer, that's not the case. I don't need to be coddled. The only thing I could come up with was this: He doesn't have a job, and I'm not 100% settled in yet. I mean, there's no room to put my clothes in our room, so I am still living out of suitcases. I just don't feel like this is my place, too. Not yet. So I get sad when he spends hours on the computer, because I can't just get up and do something on my own. Sure, I can go to the store or down the street to his friend Karrie's house (who is now also my friend, haha), but for the first few weeks, I just kinda felt a little lost. Now that I've started work, however, I feel better. And he's been great. I came home to dinner made the other night...talk about a sweet surprise.
By the way, in a few days, I get to meet Kim! YAY!
I miss all of you, and I'm sorry my boyfriend is a computer whore. I don't have a router yet, so we're still kinda sharing his. Until then...hope you all are doing well. Hugs and kisses.

The biggest concerns...

Sun, 26 Jun 2005 12:29:30 GMT

So just got off the phone with the Cub. Talked for over an hour, and actually about things that mattered. Conversation was about what we were most afraid of by my moving there. His was that I would be this clingy girl who didn't know when to leave well enough alone. Mine was being dependant on anyone. Kinda funny, actually. We're both afraid of being smothered.

His friend Carrie seems to think that in 2 weeks time one of us is going to blow up. Her money is on him. She thinks that he won't be able to deal with somebody around all the time, because he likes to hole up and be reclusive. He's not sure that either of us will; I think one of us will, but in longer than 2 weeks. Although, I really don't know if there will be a "BLOW-up" persay. I really think we're both going to try hard not to let our fears come true. We *do* want the same things out of this. Some semblance of self preserved.

He tends to think that I'll want to bolt. He's afraid that once I see how moody he can be, I'll run for the hills. *sigh* I tried to explain that I've witnessed his mood swings, and I can handle them. Told him I was easy-going enough to take it in stride. Tried to explain that it's hard dealing with from a long distance, as weird as that sounds. I would have an easier time identifying his swings, and therefore know when to steer clear, when to be there for him, etc. That doesn't really get translated well over the phone or webcam, and plus, in the past he has tended to not inform me of said mood swings. This past month was better, though. He told me about it, at least. Gave me a heads up. And I was okay with it. Granted, I worried he might slip back down a dark road, but I didn't call, and I didn't push. And he called me the next day.

So what you have is 2 people who care a great deal for each other, trying this on for size. I know that people think this is crazy. I know there are people who think that this will fail miserably. I truly hope that we can prove you all wrong. It's not going to be a walk in the park...but, you see, we actually COMMUNICATE. (Even if he still calls me out on holding things back...which I do automatically, until he calls me out on it and I'm forced to talk.) I think we're like this great balancing act. Me balancing his dark with my light, him balancing my seriousness with his humor...and visa versa.

As he said before we got off the phone...3 days, and I'll be his. 3 days.

Keep your fingers crossed...

Wed, 15 Jun 2005 01:48:18 GMT

I just got an email from the Walgreen's Technician DM in the Cub's neighborhood. She has a new store opening...at the end of July. Yes, my heart raced a little bit when I read that...I could *actually* have a job. *big sigh of relief*

So, a simple request: Please keep your fingers crossed for me on this!!!

Hot Hot Hot!

Tue, 14 Jun 2005 19:27:04 GMT

93 degrees and sticky. The air up here feels like I have to part it in order to walk. Grrr.

Rant of the day: Energy saver AC units are SHIT! They *barely* work...I have to sit literally right in front of it to feel any kind of cool air.

Oh, and it's only 90 degrees in my apartment, with the AC and all the fans.

Things to do tomorrow...

Tue, 14 Jun 2005 02:27:24 GMT

Well, looks like my newfound not working doesn't really matter. This is what I have to do tomorrow:
-Call the newspaper to put an ad in for my car (thanks for helping, Mom)
-Go to a Verizon Wireless store to get them to print up a new contract since I went over in my minutes BIG TIME and owe them a disgusting amount of money
-Call a broker and get them to sell my stock and try not to get dicked around and have to pay a large fee, and get the money ASAP because if I don't get this other stuff done I am screwed.

Am I panicking? Fuck, yes. Completely freaking out...