Monday, June 18, 2007
moving
we found a house... but someone else found it first. we really liked it and put in an offer only to find out they accepted someone else's. i feel mostly bad for chris because he really liked the house and was already planning where to put the furniture. there's another house we might go look at but it's so close to the railroad tracks. it won't bother me but it might bother him. poor guy... i feel bad for him.
we're moving to a storage unit for awhile until we can find a house. living out of storage sucks already and only half our house is there.
this is going to be a long process.
yippee.
we're moving to a storage unit for awhile until we can find a house. living out of storage sucks already and only half our house is there.
this is going to be a long process.
yippee.
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
What's next??
well the house is sold. i'm both glad and scared. not sure what comes next. i guess a job for my husband would be nice. then a new house. maybe the baby carriage? no that's where i draw the line. chris has some jobs in mind and an interview set up for one this friday. we move in july. i'm gonna miss target 2 mins away, food everywhere, my lil sista and joey, but most of all i'm gonna miss quiet afternoons. right now no one pops in to visit. no one really visits for that matter. i liked it for awhile then got lonely but now i think i'll miss it. you know walking around naked and stuff. can't do that when mommy and mommy in law live near by. (i've never walked around my house naked but now i wish i had.)
i hate how my husband keeps going back and forth on buying a new house. yes he wants one. no he doesn't. he wants to live in town. in the country. in rio. in portage. i just want some guidelines to start looking.
lately i've been remembering my pre-21 days. ya know, drinking in fields, sneaking alcohol. gosh that's fun. i want a camp fire to sit around and drink beer and pass out on a sleeping bag under the stars. waking up freezing and hung over. chugging a mt dew and some pepto to get home by 7 am and not get in too much trouble. then there's the talking quiet and in code when everyone knows what you're talking about but for some reason it feels ok like that. i wanna be 19 for a weekend. 1 weekend. that's all i ask.
life is ok right now. really really ok.
i hate how my husband keeps going back and forth on buying a new house. yes he wants one. no he doesn't. he wants to live in town. in the country. in rio. in portage. i just want some guidelines to start looking.
lately i've been remembering my pre-21 days. ya know, drinking in fields, sneaking alcohol. gosh that's fun. i want a camp fire to sit around and drink beer and pass out on a sleeping bag under the stars. waking up freezing and hung over. chugging a mt dew and some pepto to get home by 7 am and not get in too much trouble. then there's the talking quiet and in code when everyone knows what you're talking about but for some reason it feels ok like that. i wanna be 19 for a weekend. 1 weekend. that's all i ask.
life is ok right now. really really ok.
Monday, May 21, 2007
he's busy

so my long lost friend has been found. i guess he's been working a lot. why he couldn't pick up the phone on his way to work is beyond me. but he's sorry and he's apologetic and i'm so happy to just know he's not mad at me.
this is t n i on his birthday. weird how we met. through his ex-girlfriend. i'm happy they dated though or i never would have met my best friend. can you imagine living life without a best friend. scary. (sure my sister is my other best friend... but you know what I mean.)
so anyway... i'm glad to have finally heard from him... i feel so much better. i guess i can go to cali a little less stressed and just look forward to next week when we're going to get together (hopefully) and catch up on the last month and a half. love ya t.
some friends truly are forever.
long lost friend
i had/have a friend that was my best. first person i called when things were bad or when i couldn't stop laughing at things. our sense of humor was one in the same and the sarcasm in our tone ran too deep to prevent. sometimes we'd sit up talking about nothing for hours. this friend was my everything. then one day my friend went away. i'm not sure where this friend is or what happened. i call. no call back. i email. no response. for awhile i was afraid for the worst, or what i thought would be the worst and that health was a reason for the falling-of-the-face-of-the-earth. however, i have spoken to said friend's family and nope, not the case. there has never been an explanation or anything. honestly it went from discussing march madness nightly to nothing. now i think this is the worst. well the worst for me, but not as bad for my friend. for me though i lost a part of me. i wish i was respected enough to be given an answer. "I hate you because you laugh like a hyena." way better then giving me nothing. there was a point i was so upset about the treatment that i thought even if my friend asked for forgiveness "i've been busy, sorry" i wouldn't have accepted the apologies. but now i know that all they have to do is call and it'll be over and i'll forgive and we don't even have to discuss it. there's so much we've both missed out on. march was a long time ago. i miss you so much it's like eating green peppers and let me tell you, i hate those things. but i'd eat a million to have my friend back in my life again. i need that person i know i can count on and trust and that knows all about me and doesn't judge. but i guess at some point the judgement started and i don't know how to make it stop.
please just come back.
please just come back.
Tuesday, May 1, 2007
oh my gosh. it's gonna be amazing. the sun, the pool, the fam. i can't wait for cali. i might die my hair blonde and start saying like after every sentence just to practice. i just wanna vay-kay. i'm me honestly. two months after cali is the big road trip to the beach with em, kate, rach, sara, belle, casey, and susan. it's gonna be amazing. fyi, i'm only bring swim suits and gym shorts and i plan on laying out all day and reading lots of books.
so yea other then the excitement of vacations my life pretty much goes like this...wake up, walk the dog, go to work. work, go home, cook, go to the gym, go to bed. yea in a nutshell that's it. how old am i?
this past weekend was a blast. i saw lots of old friends and drank too much and stayed out too late and got home well past 3am and loved every second of it. until sunday around 10 when i drug my butt outta bed. then i remembered why i choose to "grow up" just enough to know better. however, it was still a blast. i saw my fam and got to hang out with them for once instead of just seeing them for a breif second. i'm pretty lucky to have inlaws and parents that love me. dude we had HILL-billy Easter this weekend. They hid 600 easter eggs and a basket for everyone. we took 4 wheelers out to find them. yea, my inlaws are hickish but it was a blast and i loved every second of it. the top of my head is sunburnt but so worth it.
i think that's it. i'm such a random boring person but i can't help it. it's just what i do.
so yea other then the excitement of vacations my life pretty much goes like this...wake up, walk the dog, go to work. work, go home, cook, go to the gym, go to bed. yea in a nutshell that's it. how old am i?
this past weekend was a blast. i saw lots of old friends and drank too much and stayed out too late and got home well past 3am and loved every second of it. until sunday around 10 when i drug my butt outta bed. then i remembered why i choose to "grow up" just enough to know better. however, it was still a blast. i saw my fam and got to hang out with them for once instead of just seeing them for a breif second. i'm pretty lucky to have inlaws and parents that love me. dude we had HILL-billy Easter this weekend. They hid 600 easter eggs and a basket for everyone. we took 4 wheelers out to find them. yea, my inlaws are hickish but it was a blast and i loved every second of it. the top of my head is sunburnt but so worth it.
i think that's it. i'm such a random boring person but i can't help it. it's just what i do.
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