Likes: pink roses, clarinets, airports, big trucks, new undies, burritos, high heels, shopping at Goodwill, cro-magnon man, crunches, pink iPod mini, Oreos, taking pictures, cheesecake, fluffy soft house shoes, colorful socks, having my hair washed, The Lion King, my unicorn purse, Yahtzee
Dislikes: bad actors, driving, art history, people who abuse apostrophes, traffic, broccoli, junk mail, Santa Claus, guacamole, long lines at the post office, losing the remote, mushrooms, guerillas, paying full price, paperwork
If I don't like you, I won't talk to you. Please do me the same courtesy. I can't STAND it when a friend is talking to someone, and the moment that person walks away, she says, "I hate her!" If you dislike someone, then why the bullshit?? Just say, "Hi" or "Have a good afternoon" and move on. You don't have to fake small talk with me, I promise. You're not doing me ANY favors by acting like you like me, you're just wasting your breath. Odds are, I know you don't like me and I'm just laughing inside as you are uncomfortable in a casual conversation.
Sorry... that's just my favorite soapbox of all time!
After a couple of months of posting duplicate blogs on here AND MySpace, I am going to officially make the jump to MySpace only. I know, I know.. There are a lot of things about MySpace that suck and it kindof does feel like the Satan site of the intarwebz, but it just fits my life more right now so that's where I'm going to go... I get tired of going there to post pictures and then coming here to blog, etc. etc.
The link to my page is here. Please drop by and say hi sometime if you're not a MySpace user! I'll probably still get back on LJ from time to time if I worry about any of ya or anything, but I just won't be as devoted to it as I am now ( I have been religiously reading my LJ flist for about three years now, and I mean EVERY single post. Even when I was sick, on vacation, working 60 hours a week, etc. ).
It has really been a blast the past three years, five months, and eleven days, but this, my 1082nd LJ post, shall be my last. If anything terribly exciting happens, I'm still at my email princesslissa (at) gmail (dot) com.
Why not make a weird Friday the 13th post? WHY NOT?
So it's striking me more and more this past month how many strides I am taking/need to continue to take in my life that are GREAT for me.
My dad passed away, I got 7 stitches in my lip, blah blah blah. June pretty much sucked for me. In fact, I just gave up on that whole month. After the 8th, I pretty much let June happen as a bystander, taking no active role in the happenings of what is normally my favorite month of the year.
When July began I had two choices: continue to stand by and watch days drag past me or start doing something and making my life in Memphis a lot more successful this time around...
On Tuesday of this week, I applied to get into the University of Memphis... I know that comes as a surprise because I hadn't really been talking about it until the last few weeks, but it has REALLY been on my mind. I could transfer to STCC here and finish up my associates, but I know deep in my heart that that would really not satisfy me. I would whine and complain about an associates degree until I finally give up and enroll at UM when I'm about 30. So why not just skip that whole step and enroll now? I really didn't want to say anything until I found out if I'm accepted or not, but isn't that what this blogging thing is about - parading your failures in front of the world and having big long emo posts about how you'll never graduate from college? I think it is.
I went ahead and applied to get into the Education program for an Early Childhood Education degree. I had been looking into jobs at local daycares/after school care programs because in the past few years I've just really been missing working with kids. I love them, I really do. I think about the 2-year-olds I worked with 4 years ago and I wonder what they're doing now and I just miss them. There's something so wonderful, and a feeling that is so fulfilling, about being able to work with kids that you absolutely cannot get anywhere else. I actually enjoyed my job. I loved hearing those kids tell their parents that they loved being around me and I helped them paint a picture, or learn a new word, or tie a shoe. <3
In what seems like a parallel emotional move, I've been struck with the "baby bug" and I suppose it couldn't come at a worse time... I've been officially divorced for two months, I'm enrolling in college full-time for the first time in five years, I'm divorced... Oh and did I mention I'm divorced?
This is where the post gets weird. I mean, I know that I LOVE kids. Everyone knows that; any idiot can see it when I just can't take my eyes off of that adorable toddler who is waving and babbling at me on the potato chip aisle at Kroger. And I know that working with them and helping them learn and grow is awesome - I ALSO know that I like to think I am smart, and emotionally aware, enough to tell the difference between "I like being around kids 40 hours a week" and "I want a child". I'm also not going to go run and jump on Boyfriend and be like "HEY LET'S MAKE BABIES OK THX". I want to be married when I have children, duh. The thing about money I always think is stupid - "I want to be financially ready to have a child". Ok, honestly, I don't think anyone, save Donald Trump, is financially ready to have a child.
I've felt this way for about 6 months or so, and it makes me happy. I always knew I wanted to have children but for a while there I thought that the "immaturity" phase just wasn't going to go away. I couldn't see my life as anything but ME. ME ME ME. Even when I was married it was all about me; I never saw my life extending past anything but getting what I wanted. I'm in a new relationship now, I'm starting new phases of my life, I've had some really stressful changes, and I'm proud to say that I've emerged from them without a great deal of the selfish "tunnel vision" I've had for a while. I can see myself doing things for others, making sacrifices, opening up to new things.
A big part of this was having dinner with my family on my dad's side, some of whom I hadn't seen in ten years or more. I was so pleased with the way the evening went. I don't know if anyone had any reservations about the night or felt any negativity ( if so, I didn't hear about it ). All I know is that, on my end, I just felt like I have a big family and I loved it. I know that everyone has dysfunctions in their family, and I am no different. But that night we just sat down to dinner and laughed at our problems and dysfunctions and each other, eating and drinking and having a good time as not just blood relatives, but family. Dad would have been so happy to see us all there.
And now I'm going to cry. Anyway, certain events have just broadened my horizons, so to speak. Opened up my eyes. Opened up my heart. I want a family. I want to be part of something big and I want to do it right. I know that it is most absolutely NOT in the cards right now, but I'm just very pleased to have those feelings and know that they are going to blossom into something wonderful at some point in time.
... blah blah ...
And I almost didn't post this because I really don't want psychoanalyzations from people on my life or my wants. Then I ran across this picture and it cracked me up and I realized, "Oh yeah, this is just LJ"...
1.) Enjoy those silly band trips to different locales. No responsibility, meals paid for, friends 24/7... Enjoy those times!
2.) If you don't want to go to college, don't go. Ignore what everyone says about delaying college. It's better to delay and go later than drop out because you weren't ready and then feel like a failure.
3.) Stick up for yourself. When Chris Ellison tells you to "get over" your depression about the breakup and "it's no big deal", tell him it IS a big deal and he needs to be a real man and listen to the teenagers he's supposedly "leading" instead of acting like a jackass.
4.) Eat less fast food and drink less Dr. Pepper... When you're 17 you're barely going to be able to button your pants.
5.) DON'T EVER put ANYONE on ANY account you own. Cell phone, credit card, anything.
6.) As credit cards start coming in the mail next year, break out the scissors and cut up every last one of them.
7.) Call your dad and go out to eat. Go bowling. Go for a walk. Ask him about his world. You only have eight more years with him.
8.) The guy you meet and go crazy for in college - be nice to him. He's going to grow up to be an amazing man. =)
Anybody bored and want to go with me to the University of Memphis tomorrow? I need to fill out some applications and I haven't been there in a while and could use the company...
Jul. 9th, 2007 @ 03:39 pm
I went through all sorts of hell today attempting to claim my maiden name on various government documents. Also notable in this story is that both my license and my license plate were expired ( the license plate I just forgot, the license I was waiting to get done when I was moved and had my divorce papers so I could get all the changes made at once ).
First up was the good ol' DMV. Last week on the way to another errand I stopped by to find out what documents I needed to successfully change my last name on my license, and I was told "my old license and a copy of my final divorce papers". Alrighty then, I know exactly where those are! Score!
I went back today and the line was much longer; I waited about 30 minutes before approaching the counter. "Oh, I don't know if we can accept this, it's not certified". Umm, certified? WTF. The lady disappeared for a few minutes and came back with the news: "We can't accept this because it isn't certified". I came back with the logical response, "What do you mean, certified? It's notarized in two places by two people and it's my final set of divorce papers. I don't have any more, that's what they gave me when I left court."
Long story short, it's supposed to have some stamp meaning that it's "certified" and then I can get my new name. Fuck it. I don't care that much, I honestly don't. I mean, part of me sees it as a challenge and wants to raise hell until I get my way, but the other part realizes that, at this rate, I'll probably have to drive to Nashville, go to the courthouse wearing a red shirt, do six jumping jacks, stand on my head, say four Hail Marys, and do a magic trick before I can get this "certified" copy of my papers. So fuck it.
At the County Clerk's office, I had the most polite and helpful cashier. I brought in three proofs of address, my divorce papers, my old registration, and proof of insurance ( not all that was needed, of course, but I decided to bring everything I had, just in case ). She was so nice and it took only a couple of minutes to get my new stickers ( one to change the year and one to change the county from Davidson to Shelby ).
Next, at SunTrust, I changed my name and opened a savings account. I've been meaning to do this forever and just now got around to it. Everyone should have a savings account and get used to holing away some dough, even a poor waitress such as myself! I hope to put $100 a month in my account, but even if I can't, I'll make a habit out of putting something in there.
I have to see about getting into the University of Memphis this semester; I've officially made the decision to go back to school full time. I'm so scared and I feel so stupid for waiting so long, but I'm too smart to go to Southwest and get a 2-year degree. No offense to anyone who might be in a program there ( my mom got her EMT license there ), but I started out at the U of M seven ( SEVEN! ) years ago, and I'm still not done with school and I lowered my standards to Nashville State Community College because I didn't think I could get into/afford a college in Nashville. Well, that's over.
You know what else is over? Feeling like I'm "too old" to go back for a 4-year degree. It's the dumbest, worst excuse imaginable. I know people in their thirties, forties, fifties who are in school. There is NO reason I should hold myself back because of how long I've been out, and it's high time I got over the "I failed, I'm a failure, I don't want to try any more" mindset. I doom myself to failure over and over again with this type of thinking and it's time I quit doing that to myself.
Jul. 9th, 2007 @ 02:24 pm
I hope all of y'all have a fantastic 4th of July. And PLEASE PLEASE be careful with the fireworks!! Most people know that I am terribly paranoid about fireworks and people acting like they know what they're doing and then being careless and blowing off limbs. So please be mindful of your surroundings while you're lighting things on fire today!!
We had an awesome time in Hardy at Spring River. The rafting part was awesome, as usual. I managed to consume about 4 shots of vodka and still barely catch a buzz. I was paranoid about drinking while on the water because I'm not the most athletic person and also not that used to being in the water, and I didn't want to, you know, drown.
I took a couple of pictures but they're really stupid. It seems that I decided that good "picture time" would be after I drank almost an entire bottle of wine. We were camping right by the river so after we had a few drinks we all got in the river and took our chairs. It was really hilarious to see everyone (me, mostly, I'm sure) trying to sit in the fold-out chairs in the middle of the current in the river while drunk.
An interesting note - This weekend marked 3 weeks that my dad has been dead, and on Friday, June 30, I actually had a complete emotional meltdown and sobbed my little heart out. I had been reading a book loosely based on a battle in the Civil War (my dad LOVED the Civil War and collected anything he could get his hands on about it), and I had just come off of a nice wine buzz, and I just started thinking about dad and had to leave the campfire and go sit alone by the river. Before I knew it I was blubbering harder than I have in YEARS. I mean the kind of I-can't-even-tell-you-what's-wrong crying, where you're actually concentrating on just getting oxygen into your lungs. But it felt SO good. I'd been waiting for that for a while; maybe I just needed some PMS hormones to help it along lol... And it didn't hurt that I had someone awesome there to hug me and just listen while I rambled on and on, saying the things you say when someone dies - I wish I'd said such-and-such, I wish he'd said such-and-such.. I wish I'd done this, I wish I'd done that...
Well, I'll share the pics later if I feel like I could embarrass myself enough to do so! I'm just relaxing and getting ready to go munch on some hot dogs and burgers and watch some boys blow things up and enjoy a few libations.
Dad died on June 7, and everything still isn't finished. Every day it seems like the world moves faster and I can't keep up with all that I'm in charge of. I cancelled all 10 of his credit cards over the course of two days shortly after he passed away. Last Tuesday I went to his house with two of his friends and my big sister ( not the same father ) to retrieve any personal belongings, and it was... devastating. It was a wreck. It looked like a tornado had run through the house and tossed everything upside down and then dumped 10 boxes of assorted bugs on top of the mess. It was the worst thing I've ever seen.
Worse than the actual act of being in that dump was knowing that someone you love lived like that. Why didn't he just ask for help? Personally, I would have just torched the place and started over. Some things are just not worth salvaging...
Among the things that were worth saving were pictures. Hundreds and hundreds of pictures. Of me. Pictures of my wedding, pictures of me as a 3-year-old wearing shiny costumes and tap shoes. Pictures of a little beauty queen with a frilly dress and big blue eyes, a tiny little body and big bobble-head full of gorgeous blonde locks of hair. Pictures of me and my dad at the beach, him carrying me in one arm and a body board in the other. Pictures of him one Christmas with a silly grin after discovering a box of peanut brittle hiding beneath the wrapping paper.
And it still doesn't feel real. I made a collage frame with pictures of him and wrote his name on it and hung it in my room and I see him smiling at me from that picture at the movie theater and I want to call him and say hi.
But I can't because he's not there.
It still feels weird. I cried at the funeral, but I still haven't really cried on my own. I think it's because I just still don't think he's gone.
As it stands, I got some things from his house, which is a trailer in Whitehaven. There is NO way I could ever get that home clean and in any shape to be sold. I was hoping I could just get pictures and any personal things I might want out of it and then just light a match and throw it in the living room, but I realize that's kindof a childish fantasy.
He had two cars, one of which my aunt and I picked up from his work and is at her house now and one of which is in a body shop in Southaven waiting to be paid for and picked up. The bill is about $700, which I am not about to pay for, especially considering I don't have $700. He had two bank accounts, which could have $100 or $100,000 in them, but no one knows because his mother ( my grandmother ) is also listed on the account and so she is the only one with access to them. At 95 years old and already in poor health, the news of my dad's death caused my grandmother to get in very bad shape and she has been staying with relatives for two weeks now. I have no idea when/if the money in his accounts will ever be claimed.
I have an appointment with a lawyer tomorrow morning about becoming the Executor of dad's estate so that I can legally sell/dispose of/keep his things, but that won't give me access to his bank accounts because his mother is still on them. I keep thinking, "I know this probably sounds greedy, but..." and then I stop myself when I realize that I don't care what it "sounds like" to someone else - I'm the only one of his four children who has taken over dealing with his belongings and tying up loose ends. I quit work two weeks early to move to Memphis and deal with this; do I think I deserve to know how much money my father had and do I think I deserve to claim it? Absolutely. I have no problem dividing it amongst his children - although because of their strained relationship I'm not sure if any of the other three would even want it - but of course I'll ask because they are his children as well.
I just want it all to be finished. The trailer, the cars, the money... I just want it all to be done so I can move on properly. Every single time I have to see his name on an account just reminds me that he is gone. It's like finding out a dozen times a day that your father is dead. I can't grieve, I can't cry, I can't take a break; all I can do is stare at the endless papers and phone numbers and hope that it will be finished soon so that I can have a big, drawn-out, girly cry and move on.
Jun. 25th, 2007 @ 04:09 pm
Your soul is painted the color red, which embodies the characteristics of love, strength, physical energy, sex, passion, courage, protection, excitement, speed, leadership, power, danger, and respect. Red is the color of the element Fire, and is associated with blood, life and death, birth, volcanoes, and intense emotions.
I just wanted to share this song because I'd just started listening to all the songs on the newest Maroon 5 album ( I tend to get stuck listening to two or three songs on one CD that I really like and it takes me a week or two to listen to the rest! ) when I found out that my dad passed away. When I listened to the CD the next time, I really listened to the lyrics of this song and it made me think so much of my dad. It has just kinda become a special song for me to think of him, especially the parts that I italicized. I know that my dad wasn't perfect, but I know that he loved me and I think that he showed that in the only ways that he knew how..
Goodnight, Goodnight
You left me hanging from a thread we once swung from together I lick my wounds but I can’t ever see them getting better Something’s gotta change Things cannot stay the same
Her hair was pressed against her face, her eyes were red with anger Enraged by things unsaid and empty beds and bad behavior Something’s gotta change It must be rearranged, oh
I’m sorry, I did not mean to hurt my little girl It's beyond me, I cannot carry the weight of the heavy world So goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight Goodnight, hope that things work out all right, yeah Whoa
The room was silent as we all tried so hard to remember The way it feels to be alive, the day that he first met her Something’s gotta change Things cannot stay the same
You make me think of someone wonderful, but I can’t place her I wake up every morning wishing one more time to face her Something’s gotta change It must be rearranged, oh
I’m sorry, I did not mean to hurt my little girl It's beyond me, I cannot carry the weight of a heavy world So goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight Goodnight, hope that things work out all right
So much to love So much to learn But I won’t be there to teach you, oh I know I can be close But I try my best to reach you
I’m so sorry, I did not mean to hurt my little girl It's beyond me, I cannot carry the weight of a heavy world So goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight Goodnight, hope that things work out all right, yeah Whoa, oh… Yeah
Well, I'm back! I'm all moved into Julia's place, and I'm spending this morning unpacking and organizing my stuff. Studly is getting used to his new surroundings.
This week is going to be full because I have to take care of a lot of my dad's stuff, like going through his house to get any personal things out before we decide what to do with it. I start work at Ye Olde Jim 'n Nick's on July 2nd, and I'll be applying for lots of jobs around here until then so maybe I won't have to wait tables much longer, or maybe only do it on the weekends for a little extra cash. I also have to inquire about school to get myself in the door this fall...
Lots to do! I'm glad to be "home".. I was hanging out with friends yesterday and I realized I didn't have something and I was like, "Wait, I just live around the corner". It feels weird. =)
Jun. 18th, 2007 @ 09:58 am
So I'm really trying to figure out why my apartment complex decided to jackhammer all the concrete around the pool today, on June 14, over two weeks since the pool should (in my humble opinion) have already been opened...
Jun. 14th, 2007 @ 10:18 am
Have I got a story for you. If you don't ever read anything else in your life, read this. You'll either cry or crack up.
The entirety of our family has gathered in Memphis from Nashville TN, Houston TX, Hernando MS, and it seems like everywhere else to attend dad's funeral. I'll go into more detail in my planned post about the events of dad's passing, but basically I have a good amount of relatives on my dad's side that I haven't even talked to, much less seen, in 5, 10, even 20 years.
One of these relatives is my dad's sister, Aunt Janey. We were close when I was a tiny little beauty queen, but somehow lost touch over the years even though she still lives in Memphis.
After arranging dad's funeral with Aunt Janey, her husband David, my brother Jay, and several family members over the phone, we had to travel to Iuka, MS to pick up dad's personal effects from the hospital where he passed away (he was a truck driver and was on the way home from a job). On the way back, we decided to get my 3 brothers and sisters (on my dad's side - never really talk about them because I barely know them) and all the cousins, aunts, uncles, etc. together for dinner to catch up and kindof celebrate my birthday.
I chose Molly's on Madison because it seemed like it was pretty equidistant from every out-of-town relative's location. I called Jeremy and asked if he'd like to come, and since he had friends meeting up at Celtic Crossing in the Cooper-Young area, we were going to go hang out after dinner. I told him to get dressed and ready and I'd call with a specific time once all the relatives were reached and plans set.
We got to my aunt's house to pick her up after our trip to Iuka, which took 6 hours because we got lost on the way down there (she'd stayed in Memphis to work on dad's clothes and flower arrangement decisions).
The next few minutes are like a whirlwind. I walked in the door where my aunt's german shepherd/mutt/huge-ass horse-dog was standing and started to pet him. He wandered into the kitchen and toward the back door. Jay went to ask Aunt Janey if we could let him outside. I walked up behind the dog, leaned over, and started to say something to him playfully like, "Wanna go outside?" or something, and he turned, barked, and, with one giant CHOMP, sunk his teeth into my cheeks and across my lip.
I felt my lip pull open and blood started gushing everywhere. "JAY! JAY!" I started screaming and ran toward the master bathroom where they were talking. Aunt Janey (the drama queen) started screaming at the top of her lungs. Jay held my hand and got me to the sink, where I released my hands from my face and looked up at the mirror. Blood fell freely out of my gaping lip and I began crying as I tried to wash off the wound. Jay called David, who had gone to get gas, and we all ran outside to the car and ran every red light on Germantown Parkway on the way to the hospital.
This part can get a little graphic so if you're squeamish you may want to just say "I'm really sorry" and not read any more!
I called Jeremy and gave him mom's phone number and asked him to meet us at Methodist Germantown and tell her the same if she wasn't working. Between sobs I looked down at the wet towel I held against my face, and cried even more when I saw the blood and pieces of my lip that were stuck to it.
We walked into the emergency room; everyone was sitting quietly, family members talking to one another, and here I come, bloody towel in hand, sobbing incessantly, with my dramatic aunt in tow trying to explain what happened. They took my vitals and personal information and released me to the waiting room.
I spent the next 3 hours or so in the waiting room. People who looked perfectly normal were being called back one by one, and there I sat, my cheeks beginning to swell from the initial bite wounds on my lower jaw, the inch-long gash hanging open. I went to the restroom and made the mistake of looking at my face when I washed my hands. I could see the tissue inside my lip moving with every breath I took. All I could think of was that "body modification" in which people get their tongues split in two so they look kindof like a snake. The two sides of my lip looked like that - split wide open and just moving as if independent of one another.
At about 11:00 (my guess), I was taken to a room and allowed to lie down. My mom and Jeremy were there with me. I had some ice that a nurse had given me some thirty minutes after I arrived. I was exhausted, hadn't eaten all day... Not to mention the stress and general unhappiness about dealing with dad's death. I was given Tylenol around 11:30, and only after I specifically asked the nurse if I could have something for the pain.
Around 12:30 (again, my guess, as I was a little out of it), a pretty female doctor came in to look at my lip and assess whether she could stitch it up or if she needed a plastic surgeon to do the job. She claimed to be able to complete the task, so she had a nurse bring in the equipment and about thirty minute later I was receiving local anaesthesia to numb my lip. I've never had stitches before, and let me tell ya, those shots to the lip HURT.
About thirty minutes and seven stitches later, my lip was in one piece again. She said that it was a little jagged in one place, probably where his teeth initially tore the skin, but that she felt like she did a good job at piecing it back together and that it should heal and look pretty normal. I had to sign papers and they asked me for a $200 payment, but considering that my aunt's homeowners insurance is going to pay for all my bills, and also that I waited 5 hours for some damn stitches, my mom advised me to decline to pay and wait for word from the insurance company.
So, at 2:30 a.m., we left the emergency room and headed to the nearest 24-hour Walgreens to get my Darvocet and antibiotic prescriptions.
The last 6 hours of my bithday was spent in enormous pain in the emergency room with a gaping hole in my lip, mourning the loss of my father.. However, I was surrounded by friends and family that were all terribly worried about me, so I know that it definitely could have been worse. The wound looks pretty terrible today, but at least all the pieces of my lip were there; I realize that the bite could have been a lot worse - he could have gotten my nose or eye, and then I'd have to be in the hospital for longer and definitely have a lot more work done.
I feel like I have a pretty good attitude about the whole thing given all the circumstances - I could be angry and ill-tempered about it all but really, what good would that do me or anyone else? There's nothing that can be done about my lip now other than take care of it and help it heal. This weekend is about my dad - mourning his death and celebrating his life, not worrying about me.
Here is a picture (with my camera phone, because my digital camera is in my purse, which is in my aunt's car where I left it as I ran into the emergency room) of the wound as it looks today. The stitches are all there, and if you're good you can see the swelling of my jaw as well. If you're one of those folks who likes to see wounds (I know, my mom is one - she loves being an EMT and was fascinated by everything that transpired yesterday), stay tuned and I'll keep you updated on the progress.
I'm so over waiting tables. OVER OVER OVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
OVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
Restaurant management (which I initially spelled "menagement", which sounds really cool if you say "menage" - ment) is notorious for saying "We can never get good people in here", "Turnaround is so high", blibbidy blah blah blah. And you know why? Because when you get good people, you screw them over time and time again and they get sick of it and they leave. They get sick of getting their head bitten off. They get sick of being passed over for more responsibility or a better shift for someone that's a fuckup. They get sick of constantly helping out and then being abandoned when they need help. They get sick of not being listened to when they have a legitimate concern because you "hear so much drama and you don't want to hear any more". Know what? That's your damn job. You're a manager. It's not all about counting money and weighing pork, it's also about listening to your employees and making sure none of them want to run their car off a bridge on the way home. They just get plain sick and tired of your shit and so they quit.
I'm not TOO embarrassed to do this meme.... I actually half-expected something really embarrassing to pop up in here when I did it...
Go to the "25 Most Played" section of your iPod and list the Top 10 songs that come up: 1. Solid by Dandy Warhols 2. Big Indian by Dandy Warhols 3. Shiver by Maroon 5 4. The Only Difference Between Martyrdom And Suicide Is Press Coverage by Panic! at the Disco 5. Shakin' by Dandy Warhols 6. First Straw by 311 7. Horse Pills by Dandy Warhols 8. Makes Me Wonder by Maroon 5 9. Storm in a Teacup by Red Hot Chili Peppers (HELL YEAH love this song) 10. They by Jem
Apparently at some point I went through a HUGE Dandy Warhols phase and listened to several of their songs over 20 times lol...
Jun. 2nd, 2007 @ 05:20 pm
I just figured out that my camera has a video function as well. I'm leaving for Memphis tonight and Florida on Saturday morning, so before I left I spent a little quality time with my little man, StudMuffin. Notice the "what? it's raining?" frizzball hair and Bartlett t-shirt. =) Oh, and yes, that IS my living room. There is nothing in it - perfect for home movies!
May. 16th, 2007 @ 12:10 pm
I just looked at the date on my laptop and saw that I've been working on this post since May 10th... =)
A wise woman once said, "I'm over disappearing acts". And you know what? I'm over it, too. Blogging/journaling used to be my favorite thing ever, and over the past few months I've been avoiding it because... I don't seem to want to share much of my personal life, or I don't want to look back at memories that may sting a little, or I don't feel like it when I get home from work...
That's over. Journaling has always been one of my favorite things. MySpace thinks it's so damn special because people "blog" now. Oh really? Because some of us artsy emotional types have been journaling our feelings for years. MySpace, you're nothing new. =)
I've just been having such an awesome few months of life that it seems a total shame to not blog about it. To not share funny pictures. To not tell stories about stupid outings or my true thoughts on cap sleeves.
So, here I am. Back and cuter better than ever.
It's hard to just sit down and update EVERYTHING that has been going on in my life. I'll begin with a few major points that you should know and then you can feel free to stop reading or go get some lunch or do whatever without worrying about hurting my feelings by not finishing this post (nice touch, eh?).
1. My marriage to Jon is officially over as of May 1, 2007. Don't tell me you're sorry - neither of us are. You live and you learn. We're still friends (yeah, people really do that), he's an awesome guy, and I hope he finds the happiness he deserves from everything that he does. 2. After hastily signing a lease on April 1 for an apartment here, I have seriously considered where my life is going and I think it's going back to Memphis. A quick job transfer will have me out of my lease and back in my hometown of Memphrica as of June 24th. What can I say - when your bosses love you, it's easy to get favors with a simple smile and head tilt. 3 (and, essentially, an extension of 2). Nashville is an amazing city, but the people I know and love are all in Memphis. I don't know where I'm going to live right now, but I've already had two offers that sound great, so I have a couple of months to think about it and make a decision. Ghetto fabulous as it may be, Memphis is my home. And I'm going home. 4 (and best!). There is a new man in my life. Well, not really "new", but it's a long story. I'll save it for a good old-fashioned LJ-cut.
I took a mental health break to visit family and friends in Memphis last week and I have never felt more refreshed.
( Please come back home. ) Pictures of the new man in my life will have to come later... I don't want to rush through it. I'll probably have the draft saved for a week like I've had this one, hahahaha..
Have a great Monday, y'all! I'm off work and taking care of things that I have put off for WEEKS...
May. 14th, 2007 @ 12:05 pm
I was going to not do this and act innocently naive to the fact that I'd been tagged, but utmartinjenn AND love_unhinged tagged me, and you can't ignore TWO tags. It's like some sort of LJ rule.
1. I have an obsession with my truck. I know you all think it's really funny but really, I'm obsessed with it. Most people have dream cars that are Porsches or Ferrarris or something. Mine is a 2003 Tundra. =)
2. When I'm in the car, my radio has to be set on a volume that is an even number or one that ends in "5"... with the exception of 49 because that is 7 squared, and 7 is my favorite number. *sigh* Yes I know I just kinda go out of my way to be weird.
3. I am deeply in love with Reese's peanut butter cup objects - e.g. pumpkins at Halloween, eggs at Easter, etc. For some reason they just seem to taste better than the regular cups. =)
4. I have a phobia of roaches.
5. I love having flowers in my hair. Sometimes, since I work at a restaurant and can kinda have my hair any way I want, I'll pile my hair up in a big blob on top of my head and stick a random flower in it.
6. I really want to get back into scrapbooking. I miss it as much as I miss journaling, which I haven't been taking the time to do either.
7. I have an unhealthy addiction to really stupid reality tv, like "Charm School" and "Real World"...
8. I'm moving to Memphis on June 24th!!
May. 14th, 2007 @ 11:43 am
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