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[17 Jun 2008|01:57am] |
1. Did you get an allowance as a kid, and if so, how much was it?
Every once in a great while did I ever get a "allowance", and if I were too have, it was never very much at all.
2. How old were you when you had your first job, and what was it?
Um, yea how about 19; because high school was suppose to be the "best" damn "time of your life." So couldn't work till after I graduated. And it's still currently my job (july 2 yrs down the drain.)
3. Which do you do better: save money or spend money?
Let's see.. I save for a while but then I end up spending it.... so....
4. Are people more likely to borrow money from you, or are you more likely to borrow from them?
I won't borrow it to them unless I knew they'd be able to pay me back. I work hard for what money I get, so I'm not going to give it to some one who is well capable of going out there and working for their own; and visa versa- I won't borrow it if I can't pay you back.
5. What's the most expensive thing you've ever bought?
My car.
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[15 Apr 2008|01:39pm] |
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So here's some pictures...
this is the one bedroom, before we painted the stripes.
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[14 Apr 2008|12:48pm] |
I've been painting a whole hell of a lot lately... well for the house anyway.
I need to charge my camera battery so I can take pictures.
It's in general going well... but our bedroom had to take a huge step back. And for the front room I need to wait till May 16thish when I get my rebate to buy that paint. Than work like a mad woman to paint it seeing as we'll be moving in that very next week.
It's exciting and tiring at the same time.
I'll have to take pictures or something.
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[05 Mar 2008|12:51pm] |
I just came across this picture.
We thought we wouldn't get squirrels on our balcony cause we're high up...
We were wrong.
This squirrel would climb the wall and attach it's self to the carpeting on the balcony and hop up.
He destroyed our 2 pumpkins...
o well.
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[05 Mar 2008|12:42pm] |
You're suppose to find people jobs... that's your name... so find me a fucking job.
That kid that's not qualified goes in, and gets a call back the day after... and started on sunday.
I go in.. oh jeeze 4 weeks ago now... and I haven't heard anything back.
What am I over qualified? Do you only want men? or is it just that I'm not dumb and will talk back to you if it's necessary? What?
so...
You better give me a call back.
Bitches.
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[03 Mar 2008|08:44pm] |
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Well... Winnie has been put down.
And it was absolutely horrific.
And I feel bad for my mom.
Now she gets to come home everyday to a house that's empty.
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[03 Mar 2008|01:28pm] |
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Ok so I have some great news... and so, well not so great news.
So let me start w/ the good news:
Chris and I have officially been approved for a house. No doubt about it, no ifs. It's for sure.
Just too bad we couldn't move in right away. I think we might set up an appointment w/ Angie at the leasing office and see what's up. We've talked to the realitor we're working with about how much she wants for us to break our lease. Aimee said that it's not unusual to pay to break a lease, unless there isn't any other apartments and they can move someone right in. But other words it's not uncommon, the only uncommon thing is the $500 re-decorating fee. She said that she's never heard of such a thing.. and so on. So I think we're going to go sit down w/her or something and see what we can do. Otherwise we're stuck here till Halloween when we can buy the house and move in. Which isn't any problem.. we can get our bills down... but we really are just ready to move into a house of our own.
::Sigh:: Bad news...
I got to go at 3 w/ my mom to take my childhood dog into the vet.
This is hard.
We're probably going to have to put her down, and I'm going to have to be the one to make that decision. Winnie's probably 13 or 14, if not older. She's the dog that I took into fourth grade for like show and tell. She's the one that use to always protect me when I was sleeping at night. She's the one that my dad would beat for no reason. She's the one that I would ride over in a little backpack w/ her head sticking out to my grandma's. And now... I'm going to have to be the one to tell my mom that it's her time and she needs to go to a better place w/ no more pain. She was a good dog, even though she use to always pee in my bedroom, eat everyone's underwear, and when she had a broken leg eat half of a chocolate bar from Spain that had liquor in it... but she was a good dog. I just feel horrible for my mom cause now she's not going to have anyone at the house to welcome her home. The worst part... tomorrow's my mom's birthday... and she has to go put her dog down the day before. She just thinks it's one of Winnie's spells or something... but Winnie's old, and hasn't been into the vet in a long time and she can't even get up and walk anymore w/out it hurting her. I guess what happened was after everyone left yesterday my mom went to let Winnie out of the back room and to do laundry. When my mom was stepping over her Winnie didn't move, and usually she'll move out of the way. Well this time she didn't. So my mom gave her a treat and she still didn't move... and if you knew Winnie... she freakin loves her treats. So my mom said that she sat down and was talking and petting her and she was just like pushing her self around on the floor. Mom said that she picked her up to see if she'd walk and I guess Win took a couple steps and went down again. Then when I was still talking to mom she said that somehow Winnie got to where the entrance way is and is laying there on her side...mom told me that she didn't know if she was breathing or anything.. but then I heard her call for Win and I guess she looked up or something... I don't want to go and do this w/her. Kristine was the one who set up the app and is going to pay for w/e mom wants to do... but mom just thinks she's ok and the vet can fix her up... But Kris and I know the vets going to want to put her down and I'm going to have to be the back bone. So yea... I'm really lucky today. Oh and I have to take my car back out to Labadie to get it fixed w/money I don't have. So I'm doing great, got approved, have to put down a dog that I love, and I have to go pay for my car to get fixed w/ no money.
What else can happen today?
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[18 Feb 2008|02:36pm] |
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ok so this is really kind of late seeing as it happened on Firday. I'm sure you all heard.. well maybe not, I'm not too big into the news cause it's always dissapointing, but anyway. On friday an apartment at Clairemont Village caught on fire.
This is were I live.
I heard all the cop's sirens and everything and blew it off and kept sleeping. I figured that they were going down Bay rd and it was just some shooting or something. Well no, it wasn't. I got a call from my friend who lives here too, just a few buildings down and she asked if I was watching the fire. I immediately freaked out. I couldn't figure out what fire she was talking about and she kept saying the one across from you guys. So I got out of bed put my coat on, and went to our second bedroom window where I there saw this fire and smoke, and a shit load of cars. Like when I say a shit load, it's like oo maybe like 6 or 8 cop cars, um, 4 fire trucks, all the news stations vans, people parking infront of our building on the side street and running in all the snow to see what's going on. It destroyed all the 4 top floor apartments, and the rest.. who knows. I think it said on the news like 6 or 8 people are w/out homes now. I fucking watched that shit out of my window. It was right across the car lot from us. It was the most fucked up thing ever. And the best part... they still don't know what caused it. I guess they are suppose to know today or something, so I need to check up on it. Cause I'm really freaked out by it, like I'm super shaken up and everything. That shit could have happened here, and I wouldn't have known just like the guy thats apartment it was. The cops had to bust down the door and go in there and get this 60 yr old man out who I guess is in critical condition w/ burns and everything. I just really want to know what caused it, because sometimes I think this place isn't safe at all, and for that to happen soo close to where we are, just makes me feel even more uncomfortable and on edge. Ugh. Now it's like I just want to break our lease and get out of here. Cause it could happen anywhere, and I know I would be soo upset if it happened here and someone else caused it. Or the simple fact of the maintenence people they hire really don't know what the hell they are doing and do everything half ass. And If it's something that was caused by the lack of upkeeping on Clairemonts fault I'm gonna want out of here even quicker. Half of our plugs are lose, and lose plugs you aren't suppose to use cause that means... well something bad, they just aren't good. And something that really pisses me off is we only have one, ONE fire ditector, and it's in our hall way between the 2 bedrooms and the bathroom... NO where near the kitchen where a fire could happen. So if it happens in the kitchen.. guess what, you're gonna have to run through the firey blaze to get to the door, or just think about if it starts in the kitchen has to go through the dinning room and then hit the fire ditector that's right where you're at.. you're fucked, you're jumping out the window. It just doesn't make sense to be to have one hard wired right there and no where else.
I'm done, I can't think about this anymore. I can't deal w/it. It's bad enough.
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[29 Jan 2008|01:53pm] |
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I need to get a new job, one that pays better and oh wait... yea actually gives me more than a measly 10 hrs a week. It's not even the pay, I get paid well. Extremely well. It's just the fucking lack of hours. Last year I never had this problem, and seeing as we just lost someone I should be racking in the hours... But no. They don't want to lose me, they don't want to replace me, or have to train another new person, or make me feel threatened, or just don't want me to even think about quitting and getting a new job. Yet, they don't give me shit. Oh and yea the only reason you don't want me to go is because you guys are too fucking lazy to train in a new team member. Fuck this. Last year you overwhelmed me with hours, and now all of a sudden... nothing. I don't want to leave, cause I really like what I do, I hate the customers, but I really like what I do. But somethings gotta happen here or I'm out. I've been finding myself thinking about it way too much lately, and way too often for way too long. If there was someway I could go work 40 hrs somewhere make a few more dollars, and still somehow be able to work a day a week at JoAnn's, then I'd be set. The only problem though is do I really want to work 40 hrs and then work one of my only two days off... and do I really want to do that at JoAnns? The only reason I keep thinking, if there was someway to do it, is because I don't want to lose my discount(granted it's nothing... like seriously nothing) because I know I'll need to get stuff or make something for our wedding. But at least if I did leave, I wouldn't have to worry any more about not inviting people who think they are already invited to our wedding. And that also blows, people automatically thinking they are invited just because you work with them. It's like I can't invite you because then how do I not invite that person- or w/e. So I'm thinking I'm going to call this place, and see if I can get into Hemlock's semi- conductor... IDK, only cause I know I can start off a few bucks more than where I'm at, and work myself up way more than what even Chris is at, at Delphi. I need the cash. 10hrs a week is not even coming close to my 213 dollar car payment, nor my rent, nor even my car insurance... oh wait yea, and not even FOOD for our apartment.. oh and can't forget this OR OUR WEDDING. How am I suppose to pay shit with nothing. I'm done and over it. I need to call and see what I can get into. But ugh, I love framing- it's sad how attached I am to it, and thinking about how I don't want to be there, and I'm not getting hrs, but I still love my job.
I just can't do it anymore though. I think I might have to say goodbye... but not until I get a different, BETTER job.
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[02 Jan 2008|04:32pm] |
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A year, four months and 7 days. or is it five months? Ugh. Nonetheless I can't believe it's going to happen. It's for sure, and it's for sure going to happen on this day. With our reception place booked, our DJ semi- booked? I guess you could say, and our ceremony place on it's way, wedding gowns tried on, wedding party semi-picked. Ugh. It's more realistic now than ever. No, I was excited about going and booking our reception, but I was after. Cause now it feels... real. I'm trying to stay focused, and organized (which would be a first for me.) Yet I still under, am I truly ready for this? oy.
Enough.
On another note, I suggest everyone go to a listening machine... some where... maybe walmart... and listen to the new CD called Bend to Break by The Color Fred. It's amazing, yet I'm still disappointed. And if you don't know this- it's by Fred Mascherino, the grizzly gent that use to play the guitar and backing vocals in Taking Back Sunday. I guess he quit TBS to pursue his own solo project, it's sad, but his new CD is amazing I think.. but than again I'm very much partial to him cause he's my favorite member of TBS. I read a while back when he first left that he wanted to go solo and play more "pop-ish" music, and TBS wanted to play much more harder music, harder than what he wanted to play, I guess.
And I guess that's the fun little fact.
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[12 Nov 2007|01:19pm] |
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We have over a fucking year and a half and already I'm fucking stressed beyond believe. Come on. If you're going to fucking help us than freaking help us! Don't sit here and start playing games. This is our wedding, and it's not the time to sit here and play your stupid freakin games and try and get your sweet revenge against each other. If you are going to help us out than fucking do it. Don't sit here and say, how ever much this person does I'll do, and then back out. Don't even try and fuck us over, you know we can't do this all, all by ourselves. We're not going to be your fucking pawn in your sick game. Please just don't fuck us over, don't sit here and tell us you're going to help us and lead us on and when it gets to be that time to pay the fucking bill back out and say she's not paying her half, I'm not paying our half. This is OUR day, this is OUR wedding and don't think you're going to have any fucking control of it. Yea you can have your friends at my wedding... but who the fuck are your friends? Herb and Joy? Fine they can come, but don't for once think that Leann's kids are going to be at our wedding. Even though you may have married her, her kids will never be my family, they will never be my step-ANYTHING. You can get pissed about me not wanting them there. What have they done for me... EVER? Nothing. Why would I want them there when they won't be there for us. And if you want to throw a fit about that... Chris seconds me. And lastly about them.. why would I want someone there who looked at me and said, "when are you getting married, oh you still have plenty of time to duck out of it, ha ha ha ha". I'm sorry I'm not you and fuck anything that walks. So if you're going to help us, than just fucking do it. If you fuck us over you can bet your bottom fucking dollar I will have nothing to do with you for the rest of my fucking life. This is not mom's wedding either. She's not having who ever the fuck she thinks at this either. If it's somebody I don't like, Fuck she's not going to be there either. Plain and fucking simple. Our wedding, our guest list. Mom and you will not have any control over who's there and who's not. It's as easy as that.
We're not going to deal with this, and you can fucking bet that shit will be said and people will be pissed.
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[14 Oct 2007|11:21am] |
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Ok.
This is all I really have to say because it still hasn't set in yet.
Christopher proposed to me yesterday.
That's all I have to say.
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[30 Aug 2007|12:33am] |
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I hate having to pack and move.
Let me think here, there is pretty much a garage full, dinning room full, bedroom semi... use to be full, and our front room has our bed in it instead of a couch. And things still aren't completely "packed".
Boxes are heavy, time's running out, and I am completely sore and tired to the effing bone.
But there's still soooo much to do.
Not to mention a whole other day at work, to only come back and do the same thing again.
::sigh::
this blows.
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[27 Aug 2007|12:34pm] |
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Only 4 more days and we move into our apartment. We went and signed our lives away last week. It's all starting to set in again that we have to pack up everything, wash everything and then move all of this shit. We have way too much shit... at least we'll be set.
I think I've been having anxiety attacks lately.
I don't want to call my insurance guy back about my car. Even if it is something they have to set straight about my address... why now questions? What happened? I'm not calling you back so you can up my insurance by another $100.
I feel super stressed about everything.
Packing, cleaning, moving, AAA guy, working too much and way too hard, and on that note, having to do my supervisors job, having to tell people who weren't called about something being wrong w/ their art/ frame/ w/e the problem may be that it's going to take longer- even if their estimated due date was two days ago, and having to try and explain and bullshit them, being super busy w/ the huge sale, fear of messing up the order somehow, what if's on everything that I've been doing, making rent every month, making my car bill, fear of fucking lacking money, am I going to be picked back up on health insurance next semester, not wanting to talk to my mom, not wanting Chris to have anything to do w/ his family because my mom and them are the same and super negative and rude about everything, fucking thinking about anything and everything.
I've been over thinking.
I seem to keep fucking up lately, at life and at work.
I feel like I haven't done or accomplished anything.
And I have to pack everything up by myself and finish poly-ing our dinner table.
and when in the hell is my fucking raise going to kick in w/ my over a months worth of retro-active pay?
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[31 Jul 2007|01:08pm] |
This picture still makes me sad, but then makes me giggle, but than sad again when I look back at it.
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[11 Jun 2007|03:23pm] |
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My baby bought my birthday gift for me yesterday.. which was kinda cool, cause i got it really early, but a month exact early. We were kinda suprised when we went to target at like 2 something and they still had like 4 or 5 WIIs left, so we had to get it... well I should say Chris got it. So I played baseball till my arm nearly fell off from the pain of having to throw and bat. It's super tight though. I love it! We rented Paper Mario and I was playing it and I can't get past the Star Block on ch 1-3. I need help if anyone knows.. It's tight, I'm not going to tell Tim we got one so when we go over there I'll womp him at it! :) yea.
My dad is in Colorado this week. No worry for me cause I didn't have to give him the Gran Prix and I don't have to worry about getting blamed or not getting it back. I love my car too.
Saturday Chris and I got our home phone line put in. The number is kinda wierd, but oh well. We just ended up getting it through charter just like our cable and internet. So we'll have to see how that works.
Work is... ha. Yea work. Stupid old lady drama and a stupid framer who is selling all of us down and telling them not to do our digital custom or even our framing... she's gonna end up getting the boot outta our department... but hey she just thinks that all of use are plotting against her. Eyea. Maybe if you did your job, you did it correctly and you weren't a fucking psycho- than maybe you wouldn't feel like we were plotting against you. Lame. Didn't get many hours this week, so that sucks but yet I guess I get to stay at home with the cats and dog and play my wii.
Gotta get ready for my midnight stock shift tonight ( cause I said I'd do them for the hours and even work in crafts too... it helps but it sucks.) So I'll be there from 6 to 12 am. At least I'll be home within like 15 minutes or so cause all the lights except 3 blink.
I'm outta here.
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[14 May 2007|02:38pm] |
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I'm bored with being bored all the time and I'm tired of doing nothing. I'm tired with not being surprised, or anything changing or anything new. I'm tired of the same thing every day, nothing new ever happens. Catch me off guard, show me something different... anything at all.
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