July 13th, 2008
Thomas Beatie, "The Pregnant Man," had a little girl. Yay!
July 12th, 2008
I love my family. I love the little kids, too, but it's nice to have a night or two away from them. I hope Joanne and Diane have hired a sitter for tonight, because I don't want their whining and everyone's pandering to get in the way of the rest of us having a good time.
I'm having a blast here, but I'm pretty homesick and kind of tired, so I'll leave the post at this for now.
July 9th, 2008
The anniversary was really low-key and really enjoyable. I was worried that I wouldn't be able to find a nice outfit, but I think I did well and John certainly liked it. We had a nice dinner at Bonefish Grill and we (read: I, but he listened) reminisced about our date six years ago. I also teased him about being late and not calling me, which he didn't remember. Then, of course, after visiting his youth group, we met up with Jess'ca and got trashed. Literally. Like, I mean, covered in garbage. We also watched two movies (the new Futurama DVD movie, and Stardust, which was quite good) and got some frozen yogurt and late-night snacks.
I love him. I love him so much. After living with him for a month, it's going to be weird to go for a week with limited contact. Tomorrow we leave for Ohio, and while I'm thrilled that I'll see my family and I know I'll have a great time, I know I'll miss him.
A friend of ours is doing Vector marketing, which some of you may know/remember, is something I considered doing. Seeing him make the sales pitch to us made me really thankful that I didn't follow up on the job. Apart from the rumors of scams, it just doesn't seem like something I could bring myself to do every day. Our friend seemed happy with it, though, so good for him.
July 5th, 2008
I bought a cookbook today.
That wouldn't be so weird if the feeling behind the purchase didn't have to do with the maternal instincts going haywire and telling me that one day I'll have to find ways to feed John and my kids (on teacher salaries, to boot) and if I don't start to learn how, I'll be seriously behind when it comes time. Could I possibly be growing up?
I'm going to make shepherd's pie tonight, and bake a blueberry and banana tart for dessert. It seems easy enough.
I'm looking forward to leaving for Ohio next week. I'm also looking forward to John's and my six-year anniversary on Monday. Hopefully we'll have two things to celebrate, as he takes the last of his certification exams that morning. Woot!
June 24th, 2008
Yay apartment hunting- not. We've found a place that looks promising, albeit more expensive than we'd hoped for. At least it has a washer and dryer, and they won't mind the rats- and it's close to work and our friends, and close enough to campus.
I miss New College more than I thought I would. This is probably because, well, this time I won't be coming back. I'm in the process of getting my UF registration squared away (I still have to send in my immunization records) and that will probably help me feel more settled. Work is also getting better, and I'm more thankful than ever to have a job now that John and I are looking for a new place to live.
I feel like I have more to say, but I don't think I do at this point. I'm kind of tired, and a bit discouraged about the apartment search.
June 16th, 2008
Credit card applications- yay. The stupid online thing wouldn't recognize my CVV (the fuck?!) as valid, so I have to finish it up through the mail.
I smell like onions, which isn't surprising considering that I prepped them today. Having glasses apparently lessens your reaction to onions, because the other guy was tearing up like crazy and I didn't feel a thing until the very end. Meh.
I can't wait until tomorrow. I haven't had a day off in more than a week, which wouldn't be so tough if I hadn't closed for the last three nights. It will be nice to be able to CHOOSE to stay up late, and do so by doing things like playing Oblivion, cuddling with John and the rats, or just bumming around instead of doing dishes. Apparently the dishes are my closing specialty. I don't mind that too much; it seems like it's the only thing that I've been able to do without having someone standing over my shoulder telling me how I'm not doing it right. Ah, the joys of being the newbie. However, doing so many dishes makes your hands all dry and flaky after a while, and that's not pleasant.
I haven't eaten today, and I think I'm going to get a snack before I go back in to work.
Customers I can do without:
People who don't know their own address (dude, if you call for delivery, don't act surprised when we ask for your address. What am I supposed to do? Read your mind?)
People who don't listen when I confirm their address, and then end up having switched apartments
People who don't give me the name of their apartment complex (though I suppose this is more the fault of whomever takes the order than the customer)
People who live in the very back of their apartment complex/on a winding offshoot road/on the very top floor
People who live all the way out in Kanapaha/Haile/bum-fuck nowhere and don't adjust their tips and/or ETAs accordingly (dude, you live far away. It will take me longer to drive your pizza to you, and that takes a lot more gas)
People who practically stiff me but make it seem like they're doing me a favor by tipping me at all
People who take forever to answer the door
People who don't answer the door at all (if you're expecting delivery, it's probably not the best time to step into the shower)
People who don't answer their phone when I call them for additional directions (usually because they've made an error with their address)
People who stiff me =(
June 13th, 2008
Big Brown's big tank. Eh. I have a bad feeling about those steroids he'd been getting, and it pisses me off that Dutrow is so suddenly and so vehemently turning on Kent Desormeaux instead of looking at his own faults.
The job has been going okay. I haven't been getting as lost for the past few days, which is nice. I'm scheduled to close tonight, and I'm a little nervous about that because I don't know who I'll be working with or what it entails. Kind of silly, but oh well.
I guess I don't really have much else to say. Things have been pretty bleh.
May 31st, 2008
I actually enjoyed the dance recital. Brini spent most of her dances looking at the girl next to her, but I was just happy that she actually danced. Maggie was REALLY good at the ballet, but I was very amused because the girl next to her just stood there and rubbed her eyes the whole time.
May 29th, 2008
I am a slave to the almighty pizza slice!
I have a social security card....somewhere. But I do know where my passport is, and that counts, so yay. Good times. I need to renew my license, but that requires money that I won't have until I cash my checks tomorrow.
I'm a bit left of center at the moment. Whee!
Let it be know to all that I support Livejournal Freedom of Speech. I mean, really, isn't this mostly supposed to be a gigantic, somewhat anonymous bitchfest anyway?
I saw the cutest kitten today. The worst part was, the people in the house he lived at were wanting to find him a new home. Grah. I love kitties.
Paranoia, paranoia, everybody's comin' to get me....
"Jesse, that's exactly what you said! You said, and I quote, "I have a crush on.....Mrs. (Olduglymeanteacher). That's what you said."
I hate triple quotations.
And yet I lay in wait of the day that the world might make a bit more sense....
Maybe I can buy a GPS. I wonder how much those cost. The lower-grade ones, anyway. ::checks:: Hmm. Maybe. Or maybe I'll be okay at maps and such. Or maybe eBay has them cheaper. Or something. I just don't think a trip is practical right now, but I don't know what he's thinking. I don't even know if he's not mad or what. I'm confused. Why didn't he just talk to me about it when I saw him a few days ago?