I guess it's true what "they" say about it being so easy when you're with the right person. I'm noticing more and more how easy it is to be with Bananer. We agree on just about everything and the only time we fight is if he tries to talk to me first thing in the morning*. I'm sure I blogged about all this before but I felt it was time to say it again.
With that being said I'll get to the point of this blog. My nephew, Tad**, is having some issues lately. My mom and I have come to the conclusion that most of it is because he doesn't have a father figure around***. Bananer, being the great guy that he is, managed to round up tickets to the Auburn/Georgia game tomorrow. Saying as how both Tad and Bananer are both HUGE Auburn fans this was a good thing. Bananer's doing major Uncle duty tomorrow and taking Tad to the game....on his own....without any prodding from me...because it was his idea. Wow, I think I really found a keeper.
So, yeah, there ya have it...my warm fuzzy blog for the day. This NaBloPoMo shit is not as easy as I thought it would be. It kind of sucks trying to come up with a blog idea everyday. You'll just have to deal with my warm fuzzies and random off the wall blogs for the rest of the month. Sucks to be you.
*I am so not a morning person. Trust me...I'll bite your head off if you ask me the simplest thing first thing in the morning.
**Not his real name and I'm glad about that. I would have had to have a serious talk with my sister if she named my nephew Tad. Nothing against people named Tad or anything. Just not my thing.
***My brother-in-law is a civilian contractor in Afghanistan and has been gone since January.
Friday, November 10, 2006
Thursday, November 09, 2006
So this is what "growing up" means. I'm not so sure I like it.
Okay, so I'm having some issues today. Nothing too major....just wondering why some things turned out the way they did.
When I go home for lunch I normally check my Myspace* because I can't check it here at work. I have two people on my friends list that were really good friends of mine in High School. Well, one was my best friend in Jr. High and High School. Anywho....I think I need to back things up a bit and tell you all some background info. I apologize in advance because this post may become long and winded.
My parents decided to move buy a house the summer before I started 7th grade because they did not want me to go to the Jr. High that I was zoned for**. I didn't take the time to meet anybody in the neighborhood that summer because I was too busy sitting inside being the shy, couch potato that I was back then. The first day of school I remember being the most nervous I have ever been up to that point in my life. When the school bus pulled up in front of my house I remember thinking "What if nobody likes me?" The bus doors opened, I climbed up the steps and saw her, the girl that would become one of my best friends at the time and the only "best friend"*** I have left, CB. She said "Hi!" and I think I managed a meek smile. I sat down in the seat across the aisle from her and we talked a little bit on the way to school.
When we got to the school CB introduced me to KB and said that they knew each other from elementary school. KB lived in our neighborhood too but her parents had dropped her off at school that day.
The three of us were inseparable all of 7th and 8th grade. We hung out at each other's houses after school and had the usual slumber parties just about every weekend. The only time we didn't hang out with each other was when the occasional girl fights would come up. We always managed to forgive each other and all was good in our world.
CB was the innocent one that still thought you could get pregnant from kissing until she met me. KB was not so innocent but had her parents believing she was a perfect angel. I was the one who grew up watching whatever I wanted on TV and hearing my family use the colorful language that I'm still fond of to this day. The three of us made great friends because we "meshed well together".
In 9th grade KB got accepted to a new magnet school in town but we still kept in touch after school and on the weekends. We all started to hang out with other people outside of our circle but we still remained very close friends.
High school started and the three of us went in together holding our heads somewhat high because we had each other for support. Junior year brought the addition of CM to our group and we found ourselves starting to spend our time apart more. Some weekends it would be me and CB and hanging out somewhere while KB and CM sat home watching KB's little brother. Other weekends would be me and KB out somewhere while CM and CB hung out at CB's crush's house. Things were still good though because CM was a perfect mix to our group.
Things started to change Senior year. CM and KB started to spend more time together just the two of them and CB and I started to spend more time together just the two of us. CB went through a wild streak that year and once she discovered that she could party with me we spent every weekend doing so. I think CM and KB started to look down on us because they "weren't into that yet". Yeah...good excuse.****
After graduation CM and KB both headed off to school. CB never had any intentions in going and I attempted to but hanging out with her instead of going to class was too tempting for me. This is when CM and KB pretty much stopped talking to us. We were both pretty upset about it but decided that if they thought they were too good to hang out with us we were too good to care. We both carried this attitude for awhile and mine started to fade away. I've never really been one to hold a grudge and I missed the fun times I had with KB and CM. There were things that KB and I would find funny that nobody else would and I wanted that back.
I tried and tried to extend that hand of friendship to them and for awhile it seemed like maybe, just maybe, they were willing to be friends again. I've come to realize now that it's just not going to happen.
Looking at my Myspace today and seeing both CM and KB's profiles I felt a twinge of sadness. Sadness over the friends that I lost and the fact that it's because we've all grown up. They've both done the college thing and CB and I haven't. CB and I each have a child and they don't. Unfortunately for our friendship life has thrown us each different curves and we've drifted apart. Why didn't somebody tell me this was going to happen? If I had known that I would have tried harder to hang on to them. I would have told them then what their friendship really meant to me.
In the words of Aaron Karo....Fuck me.
*Yes, I have one of those dreaded Myspace accounts. And yes, I do know almost every single one of those 101 people on my friends list. There are only 1 or 2 that I don't know and that's because one's a band and the other one is tshirthell.com.
**Unfortunately for my sister her experience there was the reason my parents didn't want me to go there.
***I still consider her my "best friend" because we've known each so long and have been through a lot together but we're starting to drift apart too. I think Bananer is my best friend now. He knows me better than I know myself sometimes.
****KB would drink her parents Peach Schnapps when they weren't home and she got seriously pie faced on our Senior Cruise. Uh huh....I was the bad one...yeah right. Sometimes I'd like to call her parents up and say "Remember when you told her she couldn't hang out with me and CB because we were bad influences? Yeah...your perfect little angel was drinking your Peach Schnapps and hiding boys in her room."
When I go home for lunch I normally check my Myspace* because I can't check it here at work. I have two people on my friends list that were really good friends of mine in High School. Well, one was my best friend in Jr. High and High School. Anywho....I think I need to back things up a bit and tell you all some background info. I apologize in advance because this post may become long and winded.
My parents decided to move buy a house the summer before I started 7th grade because they did not want me to go to the Jr. High that I was zoned for**. I didn't take the time to meet anybody in the neighborhood that summer because I was too busy sitting inside being the shy, couch potato that I was back then. The first day of school I remember being the most nervous I have ever been up to that point in my life. When the school bus pulled up in front of my house I remember thinking "What if nobody likes me?" The bus doors opened, I climbed up the steps and saw her, the girl that would become one of my best friends at the time and the only "best friend"*** I have left, CB. She said "Hi!" and I think I managed a meek smile. I sat down in the seat across the aisle from her and we talked a little bit on the way to school.
When we got to the school CB introduced me to KB and said that they knew each other from elementary school. KB lived in our neighborhood too but her parents had dropped her off at school that day.
The three of us were inseparable all of 7th and 8th grade. We hung out at each other's houses after school and had the usual slumber parties just about every weekend. The only time we didn't hang out with each other was when the occasional girl fights would come up. We always managed to forgive each other and all was good in our world.
CB was the innocent one that still thought you could get pregnant from kissing until she met me. KB was not so innocent but had her parents believing she was a perfect angel. I was the one who grew up watching whatever I wanted on TV and hearing my family use the colorful language that I'm still fond of to this day. The three of us made great friends because we "meshed well together".
In 9th grade KB got accepted to a new magnet school in town but we still kept in touch after school and on the weekends. We all started to hang out with other people outside of our circle but we still remained very close friends.
High school started and the three of us went in together holding our heads somewhat high because we had each other for support. Junior year brought the addition of CM to our group and we found ourselves starting to spend our time apart more. Some weekends it would be me and CB and hanging out somewhere while KB and CM sat home watching KB's little brother. Other weekends would be me and KB out somewhere while CM and CB hung out at CB's crush's house. Things were still good though because CM was a perfect mix to our group.
Things started to change Senior year. CM and KB started to spend more time together just the two of them and CB and I started to spend more time together just the two of us. CB went through a wild streak that year and once she discovered that she could party with me we spent every weekend doing so. I think CM and KB started to look down on us because they "weren't into that yet". Yeah...good excuse.****
After graduation CM and KB both headed off to school. CB never had any intentions in going and I attempted to but hanging out with her instead of going to class was too tempting for me. This is when CM and KB pretty much stopped talking to us. We were both pretty upset about it but decided that if they thought they were too good to hang out with us we were too good to care. We both carried this attitude for awhile and mine started to fade away. I've never really been one to hold a grudge and I missed the fun times I had with KB and CM. There were things that KB and I would find funny that nobody else would and I wanted that back.
I tried and tried to extend that hand of friendship to them and for awhile it seemed like maybe, just maybe, they were willing to be friends again. I've come to realize now that it's just not going to happen.
Looking at my Myspace today and seeing both CM and KB's profiles I felt a twinge of sadness. Sadness over the friends that I lost and the fact that it's because we've all grown up. They've both done the college thing and CB and I haven't. CB and I each have a child and they don't. Unfortunately for our friendship life has thrown us each different curves and we've drifted apart. Why didn't somebody tell me this was going to happen? If I had known that I would have tried harder to hang on to them. I would have told them then what their friendship really meant to me.
In the words of Aaron Karo....Fuck me.
*Yes, I have one of those dreaded Myspace accounts. And yes, I do know almost every single one of those 101 people on my friends list. There are only 1 or 2 that I don't know and that's because one's a band and the other one is tshirthell.com.
**Unfortunately for my sister her experience there was the reason my parents didn't want me to go there.
***I still consider her my "best friend" because we've known each so long and have been through a lot together but we're starting to drift apart too. I think Bananer is my best friend now. He knows me better than I know myself sometimes.
****KB would drink her parents Peach Schnapps when they weren't home and she got seriously pie faced on our Senior Cruise. Uh huh....I was the bad one...yeah right. Sometimes I'd like to call her parents up and say "Remember when you told her she couldn't hang out with me and CB because we were bad influences? Yeah...your perfect little angel was drinking your Peach Schnapps and hiding boys in her room."
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
The sacrifices we make for fashion
Or the sacrifices we make for comfort
I have been forbidden from wearing my high healed boots by Dr. Bananer, my live in former PT assistant. My ankle started hurting one day last week but it stopped by the time I got home from work so I didn't have him look at it. I let it go thinking that I was probably just sitting funny or something. Well, last night it was hurting so bad that I could barely walk. I had Dr. Bananer, my live in former PT assistant, look at it and he said that it was slightly swollen and more than likely inflamed. He told me that I needed to wear flat shoes for the next couple of days so that my ankle could heal.
You can only imagine how heartbroken I was this morning when I put on these pants and couldn't put on my boots. The pants just don't look as cute without the boots.
So....this got me to thinking. Would you rather sacrifice for fashion? Or sacrifice for comfort?
I have been forbidden from wearing my high healed boots by Dr. Bananer, my live in former PT assistant. My ankle started hurting one day last week but it stopped by the time I got home from work so I didn't have him look at it. I let it go thinking that I was probably just sitting funny or something. Well, last night it was hurting so bad that I could barely walk. I had Dr. Bananer, my live in former PT assistant, look at it and he said that it was slightly swollen and more than likely inflamed. He told me that I needed to wear flat shoes for the next couple of days so that my ankle could heal.
You can only imagine how heartbroken I was this morning when I put on these pants and couldn't put on my boots. The pants just don't look as cute without the boots.
So....this got me to thinking. Would you rather sacrifice for fashion? Or sacrifice for comfort?
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Gee I only have 15 years to get this stuff....
Came across !=8782">this article today. Am I the only one that noticed the suggestions they made were e.x.p.e.n.s.i.v.e.? And why do I suddenly have the urge to go out and spend a massive amount of money on a YSL tux?
*edited to say....Somehow Blogger screwed up yesterday and deleted my link. This sucks. Big time. That article was pretty interesting and now I can't share it with you because A) Blogger screwed up and 2) I don't remember where I found the article in the first place. Great.
*edited to say....Somehow Blogger screwed up yesterday and deleted my link. This sucks. Big time. That article was pretty interesting and now I can't share it with you because A) Blogger screwed up and 2) I don't remember where I found the article in the first place. Great.
Monday, November 06, 2006
Mr. Roy's Bait and Tackle
My Monday started off with a bit of drama. I got a call from somebody in another office saying that they had some drama with a gas station regarding the gas cards we use here at work. Turns out that a couple of weeks ago he stopped in at Mr. Roy's Bait and Tackle to get gas. The card was denied* at the pump so he went inside to get a manual approval. He called the company, they gave him the approval code and the chick working at the station did a manual credit card receipt. No biggie right? Wrong!
He called me first thing this morning to tell me that he had a message from somebody else at Mr. Roy's Bait and Tackle saying that the first chick used the wrong slip and they needed him to bring the card back so that they could rerun it. He was freaking out a little so I told him that I would take care of it. Here's how the conversation went with the chick at Mr. Roy's Bait and Tackle.
Mr. Roy's Bait and Tackle chick: I need him to bring that card back so we can rerun it.
Me: We have 13 cars in our fleet and we have people that use them to drive all over the state on a daily basis. I can't guarentee that somebody is going to be back out your way** anytime soon for us to do that and nobody's going to make a special trip for this.
Mr. Roy's Bait and Tackle chick: Well he was obviously new and didn't know what he was doing. I know my girl wouldn't have put it on the wrong slip. You need to figure something out so that we can get paid for this.
Yep....she was trying to blame our guy for her girl's mistake. Ummm.....how does that make sense? Some people...I tell ya.
*I think he was entering the wrong code.
**Mr. Roy's Bait and Tackle is located at least 2 hours from our office.
He called me first thing this morning to tell me that he had a message from somebody else at Mr. Roy's Bait and Tackle saying that the first chick used the wrong slip and they needed him to bring the card back so that they could rerun it. He was freaking out a little so I told him that I would take care of it. Here's how the conversation went with the chick at Mr. Roy's Bait and Tackle.
Mr. Roy's Bait and Tackle chick: I need him to bring that card back so we can rerun it.
Me: We have 13 cars in our fleet and we have people that use them to drive all over the state on a daily basis. I can't guarentee that somebody is going to be back out your way** anytime soon for us to do that and nobody's going to make a special trip for this.
Mr. Roy's Bait and Tackle chick: Well he was obviously new and didn't know what he was doing. I know my girl wouldn't have put it on the wrong slip. You need to figure something out so that we can get paid for this.
Yep....she was trying to blame our guy for her girl's mistake. Ummm.....how does that make sense? Some people...I tell ya.
*I think he was entering the wrong code.
**Mr. Roy's Bait and Tackle is located at least 2 hours from our office.
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