Oh what a night!

Well, I spent my evening in the emergency room. My mom texted me (yeah, you read that right - she TEXTED me) that she was at the emergency room because she couldn't breathe.

She is having a hard time dealing with the fact that many years of smoking has put her in bad shape even after the doctor put her on oxygen just yesterday.

In the meantime - today is day 47 for me. One day at a time. <:]

Dear Diary....

Been thinking about blogging again for awhile, figured no better time than the present.

Today we had one hell of a rain storm including flooding and hail. You can tell it doesn't happen around here very often because everyone and their grandmother talked about it or posted pictures on facebook. (Obviously only if their grandmother lives in the desert and has a facebook page that she can update herself)
Regardless, it will be on the news tomorrow "The great storm of 2010"

Don't get me wrong, it is really nice to have these kinds of storms. It is some of the few time during the "summer" that I actually don't mind living here.

Freezing

It has been so cold here in AZ, absolutely amazing.

I think the other day it was 22 degrees here. What a difference from the summer when it was 113 degrees. Almost 100 degree difference.

Other than that life has been boring (are you starting see a theme here)

Work has been kicking my butt, and that is leaving a lot of 4 letter words out. I am getting tired of being torn in 50 million directions. It is amazing how little accountablity there is out there.

For example we have a new contract at work, every member of leadership has been given a copy, but do you think anyone has read it. Yeah, someone has, me. Yep just me. I dont get paid enough to put in the hours that I do. I miss not having any responsibility, I miss just being able to get my job done and go home. But, I love my job and cant really imagine doing anything different.

Oh well, School starts tomorrow. It will be a nice distraction. Never thought I would say that.

A gift from a "True Friend"

My married friend of mine gave me a book to read, ironically she recieved it from her husband.

The name of the book you ask? "The Spotter's Guide to the Male Species" by Juliette Willis.

This book is absolutely hysterical. Here is an excerpt:

In the section titled Appearance and Plumage - under the part regarding shoes.

Cowboy Boots
There's really no excuse unless he is actually a cowboy, and if you're not in Texas or Nevada, then it's unlikely that he is. Brad Pitt in Thelma & Louise wasn't a cowboy as such but he managed to carry it off, and he's the only man in history aside from Clint Eastwood who can. Avoid this man at all costs- he is either headlong into stage two of a midlife crisis (stage one being the sports car) or he's in a band that hasn't made it. Unless of course, he's Jon Bon Jovi, but even he's had his day and should know better. Worn with jeans, by the way, is bad enough, but if they're worn with trousers, then he needs medical attention, fast. This kind of creature should be extinct by now.

I was absolutely rolling when I read this, because I know someone who is like this and yes he single and yes, he wears the cowboy boots with trousers.

Back to Work

Last two day weekend for the next couple of months since I start back to school soon.

I didn't get much of anything done, however I did finally unpack the last two boxes from my move. They have been sitting in my dining room feeling unloved. It only took me 3 months and 5 hours. Of course I couldn't just unpack the boxes I had to go through them to see what crap I had dragged with me from my last place. I should have just thrown it all away since I hadn't had to rummage through the boxes to find anything I needed, but I guess deep down inside I am a pack rat.

In those boxes I found countless bills that I had been holding on to. I don't know how long to hold onto that stuff, so I checked a website. You know what the website said? It said to keep them from one year to forever. Forever is a freaking long time. I just threw them away. Well actually I put them in another box to be shred. I will keep them there until I buy a shredder.

I also found love notes from high school (don't ask), tennis balls, two decks of cards, literally a gazillion pens (not one pencil though), numerous computer disks and a bunch of pins. All completely random.

I also managed to do a load of laundry. I figured it was time since I am wearing my last pair of undies. Tomorrow would have had to be commando (please don't try to picture this).

Finally, I watched about 4 movies.

Pretty productive now that I think about it :: Patting myself on the back ::

Oh yeah, one last thing - I blogged. 2007 is looking good.

Yeah, you will shake your head too

Ok, so I am watching tv tonight - the new show on NBC, 1 vs 100.

The question:

How many 6 packs would you need to have 99 bottles of beer on the wall?

A: Less than 15

B: Exactly 15

C: More than 15

I dont know about you, but this seems to be pretty straight forward

15 packs would give you 70 bottles..

So if you need 99, what do you do?

Well use one of your helps of course.

It gets better, of the 70 people remaining only 50 got the question right.

I hope none of them are giving me my change back in the grocery store. I know that math is not everyone's subject, but good lord this is simple multiplication.

Oh Madd....

I am so mad, I lost my other template.

This new blogger sucks


*** Revised

I was able to get it back - Thank God.

Credit

Since I was young I have battled the credit beast. I had to learn the hard way that the credit was not something to mess around with.

You know it is actually kind of funny, I clearly remember what my very first credit card purchase was. I was probably 18 and of course a college student. Discover card decided they wanted to take a risk on me. It was the start of a very rocky relationship. I remember receiving my shiny new piece of plastic in the mail, I was so excited. I think my limit was $1000. So many zero's!

I went to the mall with my mom, my sister and my shiny piece of plastic in my wallet, it was burning a hole. I was afriad it would melt the plastic. As we walked through the stores trying to decide what to do with it. We saw the store, FootLocker. Yep, we went to FootLocker. That day, my very first purchase and my ticket to credit hell was 3 pretty pairs of sneakers, one for my mom, one for my sister and one for myself.

I think I finally paid those damn sneakers off 5 years later... I wont even mention the interest. Yeah, it was shortly after that I decided I needed to break up with Discover, or maybe they broke up with me - it is kind of foggy these days...

That is where it began. Finally a gazillion years later, I have "Fair" credit. Crack me up. Not a single late payement in 6 years and they still say I have "Fair" credit. Well you know what, FU!

I shouldnt be looking at my credit report when I am cranky...