Last Night in Maryland

Yesterday was my last day at work. Barb and I wore our matching outfits, which kept us smiling all day! Leaving E.J. Krause was much more difficult than I thought it would be. I thought I would be so very happy leaving and moving on, but leaving Barb, Steph, Adam, Dave, and others - wow it was hard. Hugging Barb and Dave goodbye, I never wanted to let go. However, I did get some good pictures, and they will go in my new office! That way my EJK friends will always be with me.

Today was my last day living on the East Coast for a while. Tomorrow around 7am, Mom, Bart and I will start our drive to Arizona. I still remember leaving Rochester. Mom in one car, dad in the u-haul, and me in my little white car. That drive I could drown myself in the music with no one saying "you okay?" As much as I know that it is okay to cry when you are leaving people you love, the more I dislike that question. I am okay, it just sucks at the same time. Take for instance, I couldn't even go and say goodbye to Mike, my closest friend here. I don't think I would have been able to get a word out with out balling. I just hope he knows how much I love him and how much I will miss his friendship. Yes, we will still be friends, but we all know that will change in due time.

Anywho, it is time for me to embark on my new adventure. Now is when I start sining "All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go" My car is packed and all I have to do is roll off in the morn. So I am signing off for a couple days - when I talk to you again, I will be a West Coast Girl!

The days are getting closer and closer to my moving day. The closer it gets, the more it is hitting me. There are still so many things to take care of, and I am ready for all this to be over. Doing a blind move is exciting, yet terrifying. I will be happy (more so I hope I will be happy) on the day I am sitting in my new place, all my crap still in boxes, but at least all my crap will be in the new place. The unpacking, I can deal with; it is the moving around of all the crap. Fun times!

Today or tomorrow I am moving Bart to my parent’s house. As for me, that is tomorrow night I will be there. Monday after work, I pack up the ABF truck with all my jazz and it will be suitcase living.

However, I am at the point where 90% of me understands I am making the right decision, but 10% of me is beginning to become that scared girl. One, I hate being a scared girl. Two, why can't I just cry and be done, and be back to not being scared. You know that cry outburst will now happen at the most un-needed time. All is well, what can you do really? I made my decision, I am following through with my decision, and I can't worry about money or bills or whatever it may be anymore. It is all coming together beautifully, and I have to follow that track.

Alright, off to finish packing.

fun to sleep deprived

John and I in the car -- we sooo perty!
Jim, Dawn girl and I -- REVENGE BITCHES!

This weekend, agian, was a fun one. Now I am back to my routine, continue my plans in moving and work. Last night I get home from work and begin packing, last night I hit the spare bedroom (which is basically empty) and my bedroom. After a couple hours, I saw my cousin Matt was online - so I took a two hour break and talked to him.

I haven't seen matt since he was 5 i believe. We were young, needless to say, and it is interesting to talk to this guy I hardly know and see what kind of person he has become. He is graduating from Purdue this semester in Computer Engineering and moving to Austin, TX in August to begin work. When I was a jr. or sr. in college Matt found me on AIM, and we began talking, oh maybe, three times a year. And gradually that has increased. Last night was the longest conversation I have had with him. He is the only one in his family that is willing to give my family the time of day, and that makes my father very happy. As well as it does me. It is nice to know some of my dad's side of the family. I just hope he is realizing the things his parents has said about us isn't true. We are not the "fuck ups of the family." Anywho...back to my night. So all in all, it was good to talk to matt.

Now that it is 10, I decided I should take a break from packing at watch some TV, hoping Scrubs was on. Nope, so I surfed until I fell asleep. I woke up at 5:30 this morning and began packing again. Most of the kitchen is now done. Not too bad! I am getting there. Tonight, finish the kitchen, and get most of my bedroom done. Today at work, I need to set you electric and internet in my new place, cancel stuff here, pay some glorious bills, and decide what to pack for the next week and a half since I will be suitcase living. It would be better if I didn't have to worry about work clothes, but what can you do.

I apologize if this is pretty random. The whole night was moving dreams. Three full baths when I thought I had two, my apt ended up being a house. The washer and dryer didn't look like anything I had ever seen before, and I don't remember having a bedroom. Oh, and Craig Wheeler was helping me unpack and my new place. (I think Craig was in the dream because I found some of his resume stuff in my files.) I gave up on sleep at 5...and got up a half hour later.

Alright, off to shower, I think I am going to get my hair cut seeing the guys in AZ think I need a girlie make over once I get there. GOD HELP ME!

As for any grammar and spelling errors - you should be used to it by now...but there may be more than usual...deal with it! :)

lube weekend

My weekend was full on craziness. John telling us about his yearly physical and the prostate exam – ending in farting lube for the next couple hours. Jim told us about a great BJ he got and turned red when the waitress overheard the whole story. Dawn, well I think Dawn was the only sane one for the whole weekend. I don’t remember her doing anything really out of the ordinary. Not much of the weekend went without laughter.

Saturday night at the Bar, John found it to be the best time to sing at the top of his lungs while acting out the songs in a sports bar. I, being the weirdo I am , joined right in. Jim pretended to ignore us due to the attention John was attracting. During last call, the lights came on and the music went off, John however found this to be the optimum time to put on a song and dance number for the peeps still there. Being the chosen dance partner, and the sober one, that part was rather embarrassing…but fun!

The whole weekend was a drink fest. Wake up – shower, eat – start drinking. Now I am paying the price, but a price well taking. I haven’t had that much fun in a very long time. And I needed that to take my mind off work and moving. Today, back to reality…well I am getting there. I have been at work for over two hours, and have yet to do something productive. I am a master at pretending I am working hard when I am really not.

Alright off to play tetris or something! I hope everyone had a splenditous weekend as well.

Skip - Date #2

Well, I hung out with Skip again...not a date, just friends. Although I think he was going to try to kiss me at the end - but I didn't let that happen. How can I? I am leaving. Anywho, this time I didn't fall down the stairs!! (I am so proud of myself) I wasn't all that hungry, so we went to Corner Bakery where he got a salad and I got a cup of java. (Can't eat when I am stressed) Talked about the random things...laughed a little, then headed back to his place. I decided to head home sicne I have lots to do. Nothing big...but I did hang out with him again.

Things have been stressfull, and I am ready for weekend. My friends are coming from NC to see me!!! Three of them are coming, and I couldn't be happier. Help forget about work for a weekend and have fun in good ol' DC one last time. I would love to play a game of two on two football and kick Dawn's ass! Not sure she would appreciate that, but I sure would.

Work is work. My position was offered to a fellow co-worker that I recommended. After sitting with me for a couple days, she said it was too much responsibility and that she didn't want it. She didn't want to have to be my bosses right hand person, and do what I do everyday. It crushed me. I had faith in her, and thought she would be excited to get the responsibility of the job, and she just didn't care. Well, at least this job will go to someone who wants it since they are applying for it. Guess I can't ask for more than that right now. It can't go to someone who is going to slack, that's for sure.

Moving - things are going well. I am signing a lease today - and the place is mine on the 20th. On the 22nd, I am loading the ABF truck with all my crap that I am taking. Then on the 28th, I am pulling out. There are still some things I have left to do. Get doc records for Bart and I, figure out how to get Bart there, Health Insurance paper work, too much stuff now that I think about it.

Well I best get back to work.

Skip - Date #1

Over new years I went to my friend, Rob, friend's house. It was an interesting night - I stayed sober and watched my friends drink. That is always a good time! So as the night progressed, this guy Skip (the home owner) kept talking to us girls. He seemed nice, cute, and funny. At one point I had to pee, too much info, I know! So I open the door after washing my hands to see Skip standing there trying to look all macho. He asked me out. I thought he was too drunk to remember, so I said sure why not. I am moving to Arizona in three weeks - so why the hell not! Come the next day - he remembered. Wednesday we were to have dinner, date #1.

Wednesday I resigned from work, so that was the beginning of a long day right there. Things went as well as I could have planned, but it was tiring. This was my start to planning how I was going to get out of dinner. Never happened. I decided, since I knew where he lived, I would meet him at his place. Going straight from work, since if I went home I would have never went back out, I parked and walked up the stairs to his door. As I was knocking it hit me, I never checked to make sure I looked okay before leaving work. Then I thought - what do I care, one date, that's it. Door opened, and we decided to eat Italian (I turned down Chinese). We headed back down the stairs to where his car was parked. Turned out, I was not paying as much attention as I thought I was, yep - skipped a few steps, fell down the stairs and landed on his car! Yes! I am the moron that falls down half a flight of concrete stairs on my first date, and the thing that catches me from planting my face into the ground was his car. First reaction, his car, is his car okay...yep car is okay. Second reaction - I am in my favorite suit, are my suit pants okay...yep, no holes in the knees, the pants are okay. Third reaction - laugh at myself, and that I did plenty of. As for dinner, that went extremely well. On the drive back to his place I decided it would be good to let him know that I had been on a few dates with Rob, the guy that invited me to his New Years Eve party. He said good to know..bla. We pull into his street to find out that Rob's car was at a friends place which is two houses away from Skip's. And as we are getting out of the car Rob is walking out of the house to his car, we saw each other. This ending in a very awkward conversation between the three of us. Rob trying to show Skip how much he knows about me. Skip trying to be the good date and not care. AWKWARD. So all in all - interesting first date. Best part - turned down date #2. After all, I am Arizona bound!