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Aimee's Entry - Blah.

I'm in a bad place right now and last night, I just about had enough of everything. And I stupidly allowed it to get me to a point that I crept up to my room and cried myself to sleep like an asshole instead of growing a backbone and facing the problem(s) head on. Maybe one day I'll get it right. But Angie, I am taking your advice and searching inside myself for the answers, I just don't know what to do with what I find? But I do know that if I fall down, you'll help me back up and that helps. Thank you.

Tom, that post I promised you will have to wait for another day but I will post it soon (I promise).

And I can't forget someone who made me smile yesterday... Jeff (in your "secure undisclosed location"), thank you for the e-card. It was incredibly sweet and extremely unnecessary. You haven't been flaky, my friend -- I, on the other hand, have been. I don't e-mail and when you and "your baby" (that's cute, btw) were having trouble, I wasn't there for you when I knew you could've used a friend. And for that, I apologize. You humble me, you know? Because even though I've been a self absorbed bitch and you're in the middle of dealing with your own problems, you still took the time yesterday to talk me down off the ledge. Thank you for that. Oh and you and "your baby" are so lovely, seriously. The pictures were wonderful, thank you for sharing them with me. You've got yourself a beautiful woman. Take care of her (and she you), okay?

I hope you all have a good one...

(Scroll down and read Angie's post, it's fun)

Angie's Entry - Misc information

Songs I'm really into right now:

Nickleback - Photograph ( I just love Chad's voice. Plus, he's got the whitest teeth I've ever seen on a rockstar)

Shakira - La Tortura (ever since I heard her perform it at the VMA's, before that I hated it)(Also it reminds me of 1) howI really should have been a dancer and 2) being Latin/Puerto Rican/Mexican is freakin hot. How come I'm not that hot and I'm half Mexican?)

Rob Thomas - Streetcar Symphony (A local DJ said that he thinks there's a big souful black woman living in him, screaming to be let out. Listen to this song and that makes all the sense in the world)

Bow Wow - Let Me Hold You/Like You (Now that he's of legal age, Ciara is one lucky lady. Cause damn this guy is H-O-T!!)(It's his eyes and the lips)

Anything by Tupac (need I even say why?)

Anna Nalick - Breathe, 2 a.m. (This song rocks right now. Maybe it's her Fiona Apple like voice or her lyrics, but I'm loving it)

Mariah Carey - Shake It Off (you go wit your diva self Mariah)

Tony Yayo - Curious/Pimpin (everytime I turn this video on, it's always at the end where the whole G-Unit posse is dancing around. I've seen it from the beginning exactly once. And it's freakin hysterical how they all do the hand scrubbing over the face like Yayo does. I laugh everytime. AND I would love to see Yayo and Proof (from D12) get on stage and "dance" together. Not together together, but at the same time. I would scream my head off)

Game - Put You On The Game (Just cause I'm in love with Game and because his adorable son is also in the video. But the song itself bangs)

PussyCat Dolls - Don't cha (The first few hundred times I heard this song, I hated it, but now it's grown on me. Especially after they put Busta Rhymes in the video. Also, I want to look like the chick that's the lead singer. Damn she's freakin hot)

CSI is on tonight, Warrick Brown night as me and a girl I work with call it now.

Aimee has me hooked on House. Which is a super show. Numbers is on tomorrow night and I love that show too.

Okay, that's it for me!

Holla!

Useless babbling brought to you by Aimee...

Whoo... Angie gave me a wicked scolding today ( a couple actually) -- I believe at one point she said, "sitting over there looking cute isn't going to get you off the hook." I should probably be over here sulking but God, I love it when she gets all fiesty on me. I love you Angie and I promise I'll be a good girl and do as you ask.

The problem is, I've just felt so uninspired when it comes to writing lately. I've tried beating myself into submission but it just ain't working. Sigh. I think I've gone and lost my touch. But because I love Ang (and it's quite possible she'll hunt me down and hurt me -- hee hee) I'll try weaving some spells, working some magic -- hell, I'll launch a massive search for my missing mojo and see what I can come up with. Wish me luck.

(Oh God, before I forget... LMFAO, Angie, did you see the "I Support [website's name omitted because Aimee's a grudge holding bitch]!" banners that tweedle dee and tweedle dumb came up with? Oh, I so fucking want to make a banner to put in my signature but I suppose, "I support [website's name omitted (see above reason)]! Umm NO, not on your fucking life, bitch!" would be a bit tacky, huh? Can we say "banned"? Bitches. I'm still giggling over how you cut tweedle dumb off at the knees -- hee hee.)

And this ones for jg -- who was hoping I'd talk panties...

(And I should note that there will be NO pictures of me running around in my panties. Flashing my breasts was about as brave as I get.)

Well, unlike bra shopping (which you all now know I hate), I absolutely adore panty shopping (I'm supposing this would be due to my slightly strange panty fetish). But seriously, I love it. There are just so many cute, sexy, downright filthy things to play with in the panty department. From boyshorts to hipsters, from thongs to g-strings... I love them all!

But my personal favorite are boyshorts...

Aren't they great? Some are cute, some are sexy, all are comfy.

Coming in at a close second is what my mom refers to as "nothing but a bunch of string"...


To me, there's nothing sexier than a woman in a g-string. They're just so yummy and not nearly as uncomfortable as they look. I have this black pair that lace up in the front and when I wear them, I swear it feels like I'm not wearing anything at all. What could be better than that?

Now, I'm not really sure what kind of panties guys like on a woman, those two are just my personal favorites.

Okay, enough about panties for today or I might get the urge to go shopping.

Maybe tomorrow, in honor of Tom's old internet girlfriend from Alaska, I'll tell you all about Jordan (the prick) who happens to be the one and only guy I've ever dated that I met online.

Til tomorrow...

Another silly quiz...

You Are Fun Sexy

You're funny, quirky, cute, and sassy.

Guys always have a great time with you, and that alone is sexy.

You've got an upbeat, optimistic spirit that totally shines through.

Any guy would be crazy to turn you down!

(Gosh, then there must be a ton of crazy guys out there -- LOL)

What Kind of Sexy Are You? Take This Quiz

Aiight Tom, I fixed it ;)

Aimee -- Lovin' in cyber space...

Internet love, ain't it grand? (And nobody panic. I'm not in love with someone I met online -- in intense like and unquestionable want, I won't deny. But I'm not here trying to confess my undying love so there's no need for panic.)

Personally, I wouldn't know because it's never happened to me, but grand or not, it's certainly lovely to watch it unfold.

By chance (as most things are) one found the other (he found her blog first, I believe) and from the beginning you could sense something almost tangible between them simply through the comments they left for one another. And then because their feelings gave them no other choice, they met and fell in love.

Sigh.

You know, my relationship with Drew has left me somewhat jaded and typically, I'd be unaffected by two people, from two different worlds, leading two different lives, meeting, falling in love and being naive enough to think it's going to work. But for some reason (it probably has something to do with the hopeless romantic who hides behind the jaded cynic inside me), I think what they've found with each other is beautiful and I sincerely hope they make it work.

But (come on now, there's always a but) while I think it's beautiful, I'll admit that I'm envious of what they've found. No one has ever loved me the way that he appears to love her (and she him) and I'm not thinking that anyone ever will. That kind of sucks.

Anyway, moving on...

I am so fucking pissed off at Christie right now! I'm not going to get into it other than to say that there are a lot of acceptable reasons to have sex with someone BUT revenge is NOT one of them. Nope. Never. It's a reprehensible thing to do.

Oh and a word of advice for the male population... any sentence containing the phrase "because you're my bitch" isn't a good idea because it's bound to not go over well. At all. And furthermore, any person who insinuates that a piece of fucking paper gives them the right to control someone is out of their mind. As my most wonderfulest friend Ang said when I commented that paper could be shredded, "shredded, burned, water damaged..." I like the way she thinks!

And while I'm on the subject of "not-so-smooth-moves" ... if you know for a fact that your woman absolutely detests bra shopping but she had to go do it anyway, when she comes home and shows it to you it's not wise to say, "What? It's just a big fancy grandma bra." That is unless, of course, you never again want to get your hands on what's underneath that "big fancy grandma bra".

FYI... Blogger was being cranky today and since I use bellsouth at work I can't even blame it on AOL. That's a pisser, I love to trash AOL as often as humanly possible. Ah well... such is life.

Oh well, that's all folks, I've done bitched enough for one day.

Hope you all have a lovely...

Aren't they cute?

Let’s see, here we have... Cameron (he’s mine), Porter (my sister Kelly’s son), Sarah (my sister Christie’s daughter), Lillian Rose (my sister Kelly’s daughter), Conner (my sister Kelly’s son) and the two ladies ducking down behind the wagon would be my mom and Kelly. Robin (my step-father) took that picture this afternoon while we were all (minus Christie) hanging out at the farm (I conveniently stayed out of camera range).

Aren’t they all cute? Me thinks so.

Well, I honestly don’t have anything remotely interesting to say. After I left my moms, I did nothing other than work my poor ass (and my dads) off trying to finish some stuff around the house that needs to be done before the holidays. And now my poor ass is tired.

I hope you all had a relaxing day. Night, night.

Aimee's Entry

Hmm... I wonder how many of you lovely people I frightened with that gratuitous breast shot? What was I thinking, huh? And I wasn’t even drinking. But hey, it could’ve been worse, you know, I mean, the bra could’ve been ugly. LOL.

Okay, now that we’ve all gotten past my impromptu flashing session, let’s move on, shall we?

Ugh, I had the most horrid experience at Steak-n-Shake today. Cameron wanted to stop there for lunch before I dropped him off at my moms and I swear, we had the waitress from hell. Have you ever just wanted to slap the bloody hell out of someone? Yes? Good because I had the urge to smack this chick into next week. I didn’t but oh I wanted to. It was an hour and a half of utter frustration. Grrr. The chick tried to take our order twice, it took her 20 minutes to bring my iced tea, she never brought Cameron’s water, she gave Cameron’s chocolate shake to the table next to us, she gave my pickles to the table in front of us and even though I reminded her fifteen hundred times she never (ever) brought the sides that went with my burger. On principle (and because I’m a sucker), I gave the chick a tip but she certainly didn’t fucking deserve one.

The rest of the day was pretty boring. After I dropped Cameron off at my moms, I headed back home to meet my dad because there was some stuff around the house I needed him to help me with. And since we didn’t get everything done, I guess we’ll be at it again tomorrow. I just hope like hell he can fix my dryer because it sucks hard not having one. Seriously. Keep your fingers crossed.

Well, I think I’m going to go curl up on the couch and immerse myself in ‘Chill Factor’ by Sandra Brown. Have a pleasant night, y’all.

Aimee -- Ah, it's lovely to be a woman (*snort*)...

Ugh. I had to go to the mall tonight because I needed to do one of my least favorite things.

And what would that be? You ask.

Why, bra shopping, of course.

And I loathed every minute of it.

I swear, I’ll wear a bra too death just so I don’t have to go out and buy a new one. No lie. But it was time.

And it’s funny really because it’s not that I don’t like bras. I do. I mean, there are some unabashedly sexy bras out there that do miraculous things to a womans chest and who am I to complain about that, huh? Because let me tell you, I can certainly use all the help I can get (trust me). But for me, buying a new bra is just a pain in the ass.

My problem all comes down to issues with cup size. My breasts (God love ‘em) just can’t seem to decide exactly what size they want to be (which is frustrating, btw) and that pesky little problem makes finding one of those unabashedly sexy bras a tad awkward. You see, I’m stuck somewhere in that hideous realm between cup sizes and that means that it takes forever to find a bra that feels halfway decent.

Now, I usually try to go for the same brand (I’m a fan of ‘Delicates’) as the bra I’m replacing but because I’m a contrary bitch, I hate buying the exact same bra as the one I’m wearing, I mean, what fun is that? So after pawing through tons of lace and silk, I just grab an assortment of different styles in both the sizes I fall between and reluctantly haul my crabby ass off to the fitting room.

So, is it a C or D? That was the question. Well, the ‘C’ cup had my breasts pushed up so tight that they were spilling out the top of the damn thing (which can be sexy but is extremely uncomfortable) and the ‘D’ cup pushed my breasts up nicely but it was a tad too loose so the lace edging kind of stuck out instead of laying against my skin like it’s supposed to (which is just annoying).

Do you see my dilemma here?

Caution, half naked picture ahead...

Old breasts meet new bra.

Well, in the end I went with the ‘D’ cup because it was more comfortable but honestly, I’m not entirely happy with my new bra.

Sigh.

And for tomorrows bit of senseless rambling, we’ll talk panties – lace or silk, boy shorts or g-strings (hee hee). Okay, I’m just kidding, I promise I won’t talk panties in my next post.

Have a great weekend y’all.

Aimee's Entry -- It doesn't take much...

I'm still mopey today but I feel a bunch better after talking things through with Angie (thanks Ang). I realize that what I really need is some alone time to clear my mind but since I can't do that at the moment, I'm entertaining myself (it doesn't take much) with a bunch of silly quizzes instead.

You're an Expert Kisser

You're a kissing pro, but it's all about quality and not quantity You've perfected your kissing technique and can knock anyone's socks off And you're adaptable, giving each partner what they crave When it comes down to it, your kisses are truly unforgettable

(I'm certainly no expert but seeing as how it's one of my favorite things to do, I'm not half bad either. Then again, it has been awhile so I may be a tad rusty)

Your Ideal Relationship is Polyamory

You want to have your cake... and everyone else's. Which isn't a bad thing, if everyone else gets to eat too! You're too much of a free spirit to be tied down by a traditional relationship. You think relationships should be open and free, with few restrictions.

What's Your Ideal Relationship?

(Interesting but nah, not really. Although, it did give me a good laugh)

Your #1 Love Type: ENFP

The Inspirer In love, you are passionate and eager to develop a strong bond. For you, sex should be playful, creative, and affectionate. Overall, you are perceptive and bring out the best in your partner. However, you tend to hold on to bad relationships after they've turned bad. Best matches: INTJ and INFJ

Your #2 Love Type: ENTP

The Visionary In love, you are always trying to improve and grow your relationship. For you, sex should be a spontaneous adventure. Overall, you are magnetic, inspiring, and a charmer. However, you tend to get bored and want to change partners frequently. Best matches: INFJ and INTJ

What's Your Love Type?

(Meh -- maybe.)

Oh, I found an absolutely scrumptious sounding recipe for cinnamon rolls today. Have I ever mentioned how much I love cinnamon rolls? And the icing, God, all that thick, gooey, sweet, buttery goodness just melting on my tongue. Mmm. Oh wow, my mind just took a wicked turn. Oh, the things I could do to someone with all that hot, stickey sweetness. YUM.

Okay, well, I'm going to get out of here and go work on pulling my mind out of the gutter. Have a great night.

Aimee's Entry

Sigh, I’ve been in such a mood this week (and certainly not a good one).

Although he’d tell you that I’m fucking crazy, Drew has always been a pro when it comes to mental manipulation (my mother insists that it’s more mental "abuse" than "manipulation" and I suppose in some ways it is, but I’ve always felt that it’s more a form of manipulation rather than abuse). I don't want to make him sound like a bad person because as a whole he's not, but Drew knows my weaknesses, he knows my insecurities (of which I have many) and sometimes he exploits them until I’m so wound up it’s a wonder I can think rationally. He’d never understand and again he’d tell you that I’m fucking crazy but it got to a point in February that my doctor said if I didn’t get some kind of control over the situation she was going to be forced to put me on anti-anxiety drugs because I was letting it affect my health. And I did but needless to say this week, he’s been consistently pushing (and pushing and pushing and pushing) my buttons. God, he had me so flustered earlier that I drove to CVS because I needed something and by the time I got there, I couldn’t remember what the fuck I went there for in the first place. It’s making me edgy and I swear, I wish that we’d either work on trying to get along or just leave each other the fuck alone. One or the other, I don’t care.

And I know this is awful but God, I want so badly to just be alone for awhile.

Angie's Entry

A friend sent me these - astounding pictures of Hurricane Katrina as she moved in. Into where I'm not sure there was no source marked on the pics or sent with the email, so I couldn't list one in this post.

I'm not making light of the tragedies that Katrina caused, not in the least. But I am a great admirer of Mother Nature and all her splender and these are some of the most amazing pictures I've ever seen.

Hopefully I'll do this right.

My Sarah is TWO!!!

FYI: I updated our site because well, let's just say I was in the mood.

Okay, onto "My Sarah"...

Yesterday, My Sarah turned 2 (I call her "My Sarah" because every time she sees me she yells, "My Aimee"). She's adorible, isn't she?

Here are some pictures from her birthday get together on Sunday...


That's Sarah hanging out with a hula skirt atop her adorible little head.



Christie, Sarah and Cameron playing with Sarah's goodies.


That's Sarah being contrary (LOL), she refused to look at the camera (and that's me holding onto the chair).


I finally got her to face the camera but she wouldn't look up. She's too cute!! I just loves My Sarah!

Angie's Entry Part One:

I split this into two parts because it's so big and I posted them so you chould be able to read one and then two instead of them backwards. Make sence?

So I’ve got a few spare minutes today before I send in my final payroll so I thought I’d try and write something that resembles a blog entry. As I’m sure most of you gathered from my last post, things in my life aren’t the best, and yes I know, they could be worse, but when bad things are happening to you, are you really looking at the bright side? Don’t bullshit, no one is that freakin optimistic. If you are, then you’re a freakin saint. Congrats. Honestly. I worked the Labor Day holiday (Sept 5th), and the only way I agree to work any Monday holiday is that I get paid double time. Hey, if I have to drive into work while everyone else is at the State Fair, up at their summer cabin or just sleeping in and catching up on TV shows, then I should be compensated.

I even put in some OT during that week cause there’s some bills that are behind. I knew I had a decent check coming from my PT job so I was relieved to see some of my bills being paid down.

But then of course, my car has other plans for my checking account. Of course she does.

While I’m on my way to my part time job on Tuesday (this last Tuesday) my brake light goes on. It’s that nice shocking red and mine looks something like this: (!)(P) BRAKE. With the word ‘Brake’ under the attention getting symbols. So because my checks had been delivered late, as in, right as I walked out the front door, after my part time job, I had to go back to my full time job.

Which is when I made the phone call to my trusty, always glad to see me walk in the door, mechanic. Who is a great guy, by the way. I don’t mean to imply that he’s EVER ripped me, my mom or my step-dad off. So he tells me, yes, I need to bring it in asap. So I call my mom, arrange to have her meet me at his shop in the morning so I can drop off the Prix and she can drop me off at work. I walked into the shop and asked if my normal parking spot was reserved.

Mechanic had called me by nine am. I dropped Prix off at seven am. If he was calling so quickly, it had to be bad. Nothing in my life is ever easy. So naturally I expected the worst. And I was right. I had been leaking a pinkish orange substance all weekend, but the functionality of my car seemed status quo. But the liquid was in fact antifreeze from the water pump, that needed to be replaced. Also, the BRAKE (!)(P) light was on because the (big word coming up) proportionating valve to the right front tire needed to be replaced. And after all was said and done? $300 big ones.

Yes folks, that’s right. All the extra hours I’d put in before had just been swallowed up by my precious chariot leaving me very little to get through the week on and nothing for the bills that are backing up.

I called Mechanic back a few hours later to see when chariot would be ready for pick up and to ask if I could gladly pay him Tuesday for a car repair today. Actually, I asked if I could pay him half last Wednesday and the rest this coming Wednesday. He assured me that was fine then told me he noticed Prix had been starting roughly. I quickly shushed him and told him that if we don’t talk about it, then we don’t have to fix it. He gently informed me that while he understands that money is tight, Prix needs a new fuel pump. Can you hear the cash register ringing??

Yes that’s right! I have to put another $600 into the Prix before winter (in the next six to eight weeks), if she lasts that long. Her prognosis is not good. And do you know why that is? Because I have less than four, that’s right FOUR more weeks four more payments to make and the loan is totally paid off. I will be sans car payment! Of course I have to put three times that, just to keep her running!! I picked up Prix around five that afternoon and considering driving head first into the fastest, biggest semi I could find on the freeway and hoping that my life insurance policies (yes, I have two) would cover everything. Of course, I didn’t do such a heinous thing.

Angie's Entry Part Two:

In the following three days, I made my enormous house payment, including my association dues and that left me with approximately jack squat left until this Wednesday. My cousin offered to change the oil in the Prix, we’ve been doing this for a few months now 1) because it’s hella cheaper 2) it gives us time to catch up and hang out for a few hours.

So knowing that my next trip to Walmart was not one of fun, but of necessity. I was determined not to spend a damn dime this weekend that wasn’t absolutely necessary.

I vented to Katie on Thursday on our walk, the first one all week.

Friday I talked to the guy that my cousin had referred me to for a refinance. By the time I got off the phone with him, my choices/chances of getting out of this hole I’d been thrown into were lookin bleaker and bleaker. I have a student loan that is as we speak, I type and you read, accumulating interest and will need payments starting November. Which I still do not have any money for. I can barely pay my bills, let alone another $150 for a student loan payment. Which is why I’ve been trying to either refinance or take out a home equity loan to pay off said student loan and catch up on some bills so I might have a fighting chance.

Katie and I went for our walk on Friday and after our walk she gave me the neatest card. She doubled and triple checked to make sure I didn’t want to go to her brother’s candle party. She assured me I would not have to spend a dime. But I declined. Teresa was susposed to call, she wanted to go down to Fall Round Up in her old neighborhood, North St. Paul. I wasn’t too keen on going because I didn’t want to run into a certain tall, dark haired, dark eyed guy. Nicole wanted me to meet her in Woodbury cause G.B. Leighton (a local music band, who’s AWESOME btw.) was playing at a new shopping complex/mall thing that had opened that day.

Instead, feeling the need to be alone and not ruin anyone’s night by being a totally downer, I opted to go home and clean the carpet where my lovely doggy has decided to pee on. I was going to my cousin’s on Sunday and I wanted to return the carpet cleaner to her then. So homeward bound I went.

Teresa called me when I was half way home and told me she was going to NSP tonight (Friday) rather than Saturday. I told her have fun. She double checked to make sure I didn’t want to go with. But I had no money to drink and I wanted to get up and work in the morning without a hangover preferably.

I cleaned my carpet, then fell asleep in my chair, with my dog before finally going up to bed.

Saturday I went to my part time job to make up some hours, then I went to my mom’s and hung out there for a few hours. I then went home, ran the carpet cleaner over the carpet once more time to rinse out some more of the shampoo that the first time had left behind.

Katie called and begged me to go out to a movie with her and a couple of her friends. I finally caved and we went to see “Just Like Heaven”. The new one with Reese Witherspoon. It’s pretty good.

Saturday while I was on the way to Katie’s, I was on the phone with Teresa and she mentioned that Aaron had texted her. Then she tells me that she ran into him, literally, on Friday night. She talked to BethAnne too (Beth is Aaron’s sister). I asked if Beth had put a hit out for me, no. Whew, one distaster averted. And don’t ask me why I was so irritated that Teresa had told me about Aaron, but I was.

Sunday I went up to my cousin’s house, we changed the oil in the Prix, who decided to leak water on her garage floor. Sweet.

One good news tidbit? The gas station right by my cousin’s house had gas for 2.29 a gallon. So even though I had a half a tank, I filled up anyways. Since down by my house it was down to 2.45, finally. And hopefully to keep going down.

That’s brings us, dear readers whom have stuck it out this long, to today.

It started raining at my house around 2:30 this morning and didn’t stop until I had gotten to work. I woke up late cause of the dark and rain and my little doggy girl cuddled up with me. I flew out of bed, washed my face, pulled the black, curly mess I call hair into a clip and rushed out the door. Good thing I had packed my lunch the night before.

Teresa IM’s me this morning and I asked her how NSP was Saturday night. Here’s a few lines:
Ang says:
how was nsp on sat
Teresa says:
didn't go
Teresa says:
went to bed
Ang says:
that's too bad
Ang says:
I'm surprised Aaron didn't talk you into going
Teresa says:
nope...I went to eat something before I went and got sick
Teresa says:
I was meeting Tracy
Teresa says:
???
Ang says:
I know, but I figured he would have talked you into going down to hang with him.
Teresa says:
nope...greasy food in a stomach that hasn't seen food in days don't work out good
Ang says:
ah
Teresa says:
I did talk to him though
Teresa says:
he asked about you
Teresa says:
knows you must have got sick of his shit
Ang says:
what else did he say
Teresa says:
Same ol same ol
Teresa says:
He doesn't really get it
Teresa says:
There was some chick hangin around
Teresa says:
I guess she's married
Teresa says:
Aaron don't really want much to do with her but boy she sure didn't like me
Ang says:
she probably thought you were "with" him
Ang says:
I got a few looks like that
Teresa says:
I came around the corner at Newmans and she was bitchin him out
Teresa says:
atleast thats what it looked like
Teresa says:
we weren't hangin on eachother
Teresa says:
just talking..hanging out
Ang says:
No, I know. I wasn't either the few times chicks looked at me sideways cause of him
Teresa says:
Whatever...she should go home to her husband
Ang says:
yup
Teresa says:
but I did think I may need to duck a few times
Ang says:
huh?
Teresa says:
After he BIT me in my ass that was about enough for her
Teresa says:
which I have a bruise
Teresa says:
oh well...I'll probably never see her again
Teresa says:
it was funny though

So I’m not sure how I’m feeling and I’m not sure I should feel anything ya know? Hence causing me more irritation. And the need to text him, to say I heard you ran into my partner in crime Friday night. But so far I have not. Snaps for me.

I guess there’s a lot on my plate now and the last thing I needed was to hear anything about Aaron. Good or bad. So that’s what’s been going on with me lately and why I’m in such a reclusive mood. I hope no one (Aimee in particular) doesn’t take it the wrong way. I talked to my mom this weekend and it felt better, but I need to do something about it and problem is, I don’t know what. I keep getting all this conflicting advise from people that are trying to help, but it’s like everyone’s talking at once.
Hanging by a thread. . . . .

Aimee -- Yawn...

Yawn. Tired. Blah. But, all in all, it was an okay weekend.

Let's see...

Friday night (after Drew left for the Keys), I basically just sat around staring blankly at pretty much nothing until I worked up the inspiration to get up off my lazy ass and put in a movie. I ended up putting in 8 Mile even though I didn't really want to watch it. What I wanted to watch was Pump Up The Volume (or Gleaming the Cube cause I adore Christian Slater and I haven't seen either movie in ages) but I couldn't because Drew won't hook up the fucking VCR (dammit). Anyway, I watchd about half of 8 Mile and decided to call it a night because even though the movie was playing it was just too damn quiet around here.

Saturday I just hung out with my mom all day. Cameron got a full week of smiley's on his rewards chart so we took him to Sugar Sand Park in Boca for a couple hours and then we headed back to the farm to start our Halloween crafts. It was really fun until my mom burned the hell out of her hand with the glue gun. And the little pail things we made came out so adorible that we decided to make a bunch more and give some out as gifts. I headed home a bit after 9:00 and since there was absolutely nothing to do after I put Cameron to bed, I went ahead and put myself to bed as well.

Today was my niece Sarah's birthday get together at my moms house and since I had no idea what time Drew was going to be back from the Keys, Cameron and I headed over there by ourselves around 12:00. Christie and my mom were hanging out in the pool when we got there and since I'm a stick in the mud (meaning I rarely swim), I headed inside to help Cameron get his trunks on and just stayed inside chatting with Robin while they all played in the pool. They came in from the pool around 2:00 and let Sarah open her gifts before we got ready to head out to lunch (she got the cutest darn tricycle and gosh, she looked SO adorible on it). Drew ended up calling around 2:30 to let me know he was back and ask if I could come pick him up and since we were supposed to go to lunch at Joe's Crab Shack at 3:00, I told my mom I'd go pick him up and just meet them at the restaurant but seeing as how things change everytime you blink around here, that got all screwed up and we ended up going to Rotelli's around 6:30 instead. After dinner we all screwed around in Target for a while and then headed back to the farm for cake and ice cream.

Now I'm home doing what I always do... nothing.

And in other news, we're currently under a Tropical Storm Warning thanks to Tropical Storm Rita making a slight jog to the north -- gotta love them jogs, eh?

Oh well, that's it. I hope you all had a fun weekend.

Nighty, night.

Aimee -- Thanks!

Just one more hour then I'm outta here. Come on 5 o'clock...

I'm sorry for the pity part I was throwing myself yesterday. I hate feeling that way, you know but sometimes it becomes too much and then it sets me to sulking. But you all made me feel so much better. So, Ang, Jason, AJ, d\slash\e, jg and Tine thanks for the hugs, I felt every one of them.

And for some reason my mood is vastly improved today. Actually, I'm feeling rather frisky -- go figure.

Friskiness aside, today was busy, busy, busy, I worked my ass off and I gotta tell you, I'm SO ready for the work part of this day to be over.

Anyway, Drew is leaving sometime this evening for the Keys and I have no idea what I'm going to do with myself, it'll be so quiet in my house. Oh well, I guess I'll figure out something.

I hope you have a fantastic weekend.

And thanks again -- you all rock.

Aimee

God, yesterday was a bad day -- a very, very bad day.

It started off with a trip to Quest Diagnostics (God, I hate that place) because I had to have some tests done for the physical I've been dodging all year that my doctor finally managed to coerce me into next week. With the amount of blood they drew, I think the doctor ordered every test known to man. It was obnoxious but blood wasn't the problem, it was the numerous tests she ordered that required a urine sample that presented a problem. I could've consumed 5 gallons of water before walking in there and I don't think it would've been enough. The crazy woman actually wanted me to sit in the waiting room and drown myself in water until I was able to produce a suitable amount of urine. Well, that wasn't happening because I had an appointment at Imperial Point's infusion department at 8:00 AM so I (reluctantly) agreed to carry around specimen cups with me and try to fill them throughout the day. Sigh. Have I ever mentioned that I hate peeing in a cup? Well, I do.

When I finally (traffic was a bloody bitch and it isn't a short drive) got to Imperial Point I ran head first into another problem. Between the hospital, my doctors office and the damn insurance company no one managed to get authorization for my infusion nor did anyone bother to clue me in that I'd need to obtain new authorization. And to further frustrate me, the woman in registration (not the receptionist cause she's awesome) decided to give ME a lecture about obtaining prior authorization before coming in so that the hospital doesn't have to scramble to get my infusion approved. Well, if someone had bothered to fucking tell me that I needed to get new orders/authorization then I would've been more than happy to get them, dammit. I'm guessing these people think that I like sitting around with my thumb up my ass while my doctors office is tussling with my insurance company. Well, I don't. Hell, I don't like getting the fucking infusion in the first place so let me tell you, sitting around in the outpatient department for hours waiting for authorization isn't my idea of fun.

While I was waiting the nurse called down and said that if I didn't get up there soon, I'd have to reschedule because she had to be out of the hospital by 3:30 for an appointment. Argh. Well, there was no way in fucking hell that I was rescheduling. I'd already missed half a day of fucking work for that shit and we were going to do it if I had to fucking start the damn IV myself.

Authorization came through a little after 11:00 AM and I headed up so she could get started. She started the IV and adminstered the pre-meds (which is really just a very potent form of generic Benedryl) while we waited for the phramacy to send up the IVIG. That stuff messes me up bad so I went out like a light and I have no idea when she actually started infusing the meds but when I woke up, I was itching something fierce, it was awful. I went to the bathroom and discovered that I had a horrid case of hives. I have to tell you, I wanted to cry, I know I'm being a baby about it but it'd been such a horrible day and adding the hives was just too much. I didn't cry though, I just bucked up and dealth with it.

I left the hospital a bit after 3:00 PM and because I always have trouble finding a ride I had to drive myself but I swear, I was so messed up from the pre-meds I just wanted to go home, crawl into bed and never come out but I had to stop and drop off the urine samples at Quest first. I finally made it home around 4:30 PM, I stripped down to nothing and crawled into bed until 6:00 PM when I had to get up and get dressed for Cameron's Open House at school. I was miserable and I didn't want to go but I had to. I tried to get Drew to go with me but he didn't want to so I went and picked up Cameron at my dad's and just the two of us went. It was only an hour and fifteen minutes but God, it was the most miserably itchy hour and fifteen minutes I've had to endure in my life but I'm a good sport so I put on my happy face and smiled my way through it.

When I got home I fed Cameron dinner, gave him a bath, got him in bed, ate a bowl of soup and crawled my itchy ass into bed.

Oh and to add insult to injury, I have to pack for Drew's trip to the Keys this weekend which is causing big problems between the two of us. It's not my fucking fault that I can't go for fucks sake. I'd go if I could but I CAN'T. I'm not selling him out or "rejecting" him as he insinuates. I can't find anyone to keep Cameron for the weekend and my niece's birthday party is on Sunday. What the fuck does he want me to do?? I don't know but I'm doing my best dammit and that's all I can do. Anyway, the moral of the story is that instead of being nice to each other before he leaves we're apparently going to snap at one another which will accomplish nothing other than once he's gone, I'll be at home all by my lonely licking my wounds while he's in the Keys all by his lonely licking his. Oh well, such is life.

The hives were probably due to the stress from all the shit I dealt with yesterday and I've come to the conclusion that stress is going to kill me long before this fucking disease ever will if I keep letting it eat at me.

Wow, that was one big pity party but fuck it, I am pitying myself. I figure, I'm entitled to every once in a while.

So anyway, I'm still itchy today but it's better (sorta), my mood on the other hand, is not.

I need a hug. Come here...

Angie's Entry - Caution

So I realize that I've been very remiss in my blogging and I do apologize.

My life sucks at the moment and I much prefer to save you all from the whining and crying that is me right now. Ok, not so much whining or crying, but more along the lines of - why is it that MY life has to have so many fucking bumps? If it's not one thing it's another and quite frankly I'm getting damn sick and tired of it. I really wonder if I'm ever going to be able to catch up. At this point, the answer is more and more definitively NO.

And don't hand me that bullshit about - what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. I am the goddamn Prudential Rock of inner strength.

If you guys knew half of the shit I've been through in my 30 years of existence on this planet you'd agree that I'm due for a good man, who's rich, adores the fuck outta me, supports me one bazillion percent in every single way - emotionally, physically, financially. And is fuckin hoooooottttttt!

So, there I'm done now.

Aren'tcha glad you stopped?? LOL

Aimee's being childish (sniff, sniff)...

You know, I'm not a big fan of weekly TV shows but for some reason, I absolutely love House on Fox (I think it's Dr. House, he makes me want to purr -- oh, be quiet, Hugh Laurie IS sexy AND he happens to have the most gorgeous blue eyes -- I love blue eyes, they make me tingly) and tonight is the season premiere -- YAY -- so now you know what I'll be doing at 9:00 PM EST. I also just discovered that they have Season One on DVD and I've decided that I absolutely have to have it -- Mm Hm -- have to.

Oh, oh... Angie, I forgot to tell you before you signed off today that I won't be at work tomorrow. It's my infusion day so I'll be hanging out at my friendly neighborhood outpatient infusion department -- whoo hoo, fun times. But I'll miss you, my sweet.

And why is it that I'm always the last one to find out shit, huh? I was chatting with my sister last night on IM and she sent me this e-mail of an IM conversation she'd just had with DR and while I was reading it I came across this line DR typed to Christie... maybe you can chat w/ your california friend ...What California friend? I didn't know about any California friend! Why didn't I know about her California friend? So, I asked the obvious question, "What California friend?" and she casually answered, "Oh, I've just been talking and stuff to this guy that lives in California. I met him in a chat room." Christie, in a chat room? Well, I'll be but back to the important part, why didn't I know about this, dammit? I tell that woman every bloody thing and she didn't tell me she has some "thing" going on with a guy who lives in California that she met in a chat room?!? And then out of the great blue yonder she said, "Maybe one day I'll take a trip up there to meet him." Huh? (hmm... okay, I have to admit that my mind took a bit of a turn here and went way off track when I began to contemplate hopping a flight with her but I swear, it was only a brief moment. Oh alright, it was a bit longer than a "brief" moment but I digress) I didn't even know about the guy and she's talking about taking a trip to meet him. Sigh. It's silly, I know, but I was childishly hurt by that. Sniffle. Oh well, time to be a big girl and get over it, I suppose.

Well lovelies, that's all she wrote. There's nothing special happening my way and I don't want to bore you with anymore of my mindless drivel so I'm out.

Have a lovely night all.

Aimee's feeling a tad lighter...

Well, Drew’s done gone and knocked me into a halfway decent mood, it’s usually the other way around. Go figure.

And strangely enough my change in moods happened somewhere in the middle of a rather nasty fight (that coincidentally resulted in some rather rough sex later, which didn’t hurt matters either).

You see, Drew came home from work in an extremely pissy mood today and seeing as how I was already in a pissy mood myself, it was a surefire recipe for disaster.

So, what did us moody bitches do? Why, we went out to dinner of course. And that’s where the trouble started. The first half of dinner was spent trying to mortally wound each other with the evil eye but about halfway through Drew started throwing tiny verbal daggers. I don’t even remember what he said but Cameron looked at me and asked, "What’s he saying?" and I answered, "Oh don’t pay any attention to him sweetheart, your father’s just being a tad exaggerative at the moment." And I-have-a-higher-IQ-than-you Drew tossed back, "And your mommy’s busy having herself a Bush moment."

Bush moment, my ass.

So, my good mood actually stems from the fact that I dragged my happy ass back into the house, sat down here at my trusty computer and showed Mr. I’m-an-untapped-genius that exaggerative, while not typical, is actually a word.

Ah, I’m feeling so much better now.

Aimee -- Out of left field (way, way out... don't mind me)

I've just got some shit on my mind that I needed to purge, don't pay any attention to me.

I'd love to have this conversation with someone in particular but sadly, they're too much of a fucking coward to look me in the eye and try to defend what they've done.

Why are you intentionally setting out to hurt us? Why do you feel the need to take a painful experience, twist it up and throw it back in an effort to fuck with us or even worse, someone else? I wonder, do you get off on it? Do you enjoy sitting back while we're forced to relive a hell we thought we'd escaped? Was the score you had to settle (with someone else) worth hurting us by dredging up something we only wanted to forget? Something we worked everyday of our lives to forget? Was hurting us worth the paltry piece of revenge that was meted out?

No, it wasn't worth it and do you know why?

Because we may be cracked but we're not broken. Sure, you can hurt us and yes, you can make us feel pain but you can't break us. Why? Because Christie and I (and the rest of the family you tried to destroy) are fucking stronger than that. How the fuck do you think we overcame what you're trying to dredge back up in the first place?

It's simple really, you can't break someone that refuses to be broken but hell, you're more than welcome to try.

And I have absolutely nothing else to say today. I have a headache (a bad one) and I'm in a rather pissy mood that I'm hoping will work itself out here shortly.

I hope y'all have a great night and anyone that happens to be out and about tonight, have a drink for me, will ya? I could fucking use one, a strong one.

Aimee -- Another (boring) weekend bites the dust...

Yawn, I'm so tired today and it's making me lazy. This laziness that's plaguing me isn't a good thing either because I have about a zillion things that I should be doing right now.

You know, we're not even in October yet and my darling child is already driving me to distraction about Halloween. He loves Halloween (I love it too, almost but not quite as much as Christmas) and I believe he's still a bit perturbed with me because we were in the middle of moving last October and all of my Halloween stuff was still packed up therefore I didn't get the chance to decorate. I've promised that I'll make the house nice and spooky this year but he's a bit antsy and I don't think he'll be fully convinced until I drag out all of the Halloween decorations. Last night, I tried explaining to him that it's too early to decorate but he's not entirely convinced.

Then there's the whole costume issue (why do they have to put those bloody things out so damn early, huh?), he saw a bunch when we were at the mall last night so now of course, he wants to get his but I'm making him wait until next month. Originally, he wanted to be Robin from Teen Titans but all of the Robin costumes are cheap looking and I don't like them at all but while we were browsing, I found an awesome Blue Power Ranger costume at the Disney Store and he liked it too so I think he's changed his mind. We'll see, he's the fickle sort.

And (much to my dismay) he's insisting that I dress up too, I don't wanna (frown), but (sigh) I probably will because I'm such a sucker for that child. It's okay though, because he's insisting that my mom dress up too (hee hee -- you should've seen her face when he told her he wants her to be Tinker Bell -- LOL).

Well, Saturday my mom and I went shopping for the supplies for the Halloween crafts we're going to start next weekend (we've decided that it would be productive to do different holiday crafts with Cameron). We're going to make pumpkin pails and as dorky as it sounds, I think they'll be so cute when they're done.

Oh well, that's it for me. I didn't really do any thing remotely exciting this weekend (as usual) -- story of my life.

Anyway, I hope you all have a lovely evening.

Night, night.

Aimee -- The Power of Perception...

I've decided that I hate being short. It's annoying. Everybody seems to tower over you and how the hell is anyone supposed to take you seriously when you're only a smidge over 5 foot? Sigh. Sucks to be short.

And while I'm in "bitching-mode", why change courses, eh?

Angie and I were chatting on Yahoo earlier and we got into a discussion on self-esteem which led to a discussion on self-confidence in ones appeal. Self-confidence is an area where we both seem to lack so it got me to thinking about how we perceive ourselves and more specifically, why we perceive ourselves that way?

I didn't really come up with an answer other than, I'm not content with the woman who stares back at me in the mirror everyday so why should anybody else be?

Us women (not all of us but a good amount of us), seem to have all of these (unwanted) idiosyncratic insecurities when it comes to physical appeal. Why that is, I have no clue but we do (or at least I do).

When we were up on my mom's land where she's having her house built a few weeks ago, she wanted to take a picture of Christie and I in what will be her bathroom shower.

So we both stepped into the shell of her shower but before my mom could snap the picture my sister sighed and asked, "Why do you always do that?"

I didn't know what the hell she was talking about, "Do what?"

"Hide." My mom answered, "You always hide."

Huh? "Huh?"

"You were just hiding behind Christie. You always do that when someone tries to take your picture."

I do? "Do I?"

"Yes!" Christie said exasperated, "Stop it!"

You know, I never realized I did that or that I'm so self-conscious about the way I look that I have to hide myself behind someone/something every time someone tries to take a picture of me. But they're right, I have a whole slew of photo albums to prove it. It was perplexing. Why do I feel the need to shield myself? I'm not beautiful by any means but I'm not ugly either so why hide? I don't have an answer but three weeks later, I still do it. Maybe it's just ingrained somewhere in my subconscious mind? Who knows?

I've always admired those women that just don't give a fuck, you know? They don't care if anyone else thinks they're beautiful, they think they're beautiful and that's what carries them. They exude so much confidence, you can feel it a mile away. And ironically, physically beautiful or not, their confidence draws you in, it makes them beautiful.

So, I've decided that I need to get to work on improving the perception I have of myself, gain some bloody confidence and stop hiding behind people.

Well, what do ya think?

P.S. This is the dumbest fucking comment I've read in a while...

[... DON'T WORRY FLORIDA, THERE ARE ALOT OF RICH REPUBLICANS LIVING IN FL, INCLUDING HIS BROTHER...BUSH WILL BE THERE FOR YOU, YOU CAN COUNT ON IT! ...]

Sigh. It tempts me to respond to their ignorance...

You just can't account for some peoples ignorance. Why don't people try checking their facts before they make ignorant statements? FYI, there are people in Homestead and other areas that are still homeless because Katrina (and last years hurricanes) destroyed their homes.

Where do you people get the idea that Florida gets special treatment? Because Bush is the Governor? All that does is condemn us to ignorant statements like that one .

Aimee -- Hee Hee...

Oh, for those fans of Angie's, "When Two Worlds Collide", she has posted a tag-on titled, "One Night In LA". This tag-on happens to be very special to me because it was the first time that Angie and myself paired up to write something together and (if I do say so myself), we make a great writing team. It's fan-fucking-tastic. Enjoy.

I was going to do an audio post because I'm feeling lazy and mopey and icky for some reason today but I really hate talking to myself so I decided to just edit this entry instead.

I don't know what's with me today but I'm bouncing back and forth between slightly pleasant and serious bitch-mode all day. Go figure.

Close your eyes and/or ignore this next part if talking about sex (gasp) offends you in any way but I'm thinking I need to get laid, which is really odd because I've been avoiding sex like the plague for weeks now. Drew actually managed to catch me offguard this weekend and got himself some but prior to that, it had been awhile. I don't know what my problem is lately but I haven't wanted him to touch me sexually, at all (actually, I do know what the problem is but I won't be publicly sharing it because it really wouldn't be fair to Drew). Oh well, maybe I'll pin him down later and try to work off this strange mood I'm in.

And I suppose I shouldn't wear my Spongbob pajama's if I'm looking to entice the man into a tussle,



but God, they're comfy.

Anyway, Cameron and I played basketball together last night and he's just so darn cute sometimes. About halfway through the game, I had all the points and he wasn't liking that so he put his hands on his hips and asked, "Can I be on your team?" I laughed and asked, "Why do you want to be on my team?" He gave me a sly look (he has one, you know) and answered, "Cause then we can share all the points." Smart kid.

Well, that's it really. I'm cranky. Blah.

Edited at 11:15 PM EST: I'm about to stroll off to bed and seeing as how I was dumb enough to plop my ass down in front of the TV and watch 'The Grudge' tonight, I will undoubtedly have nightmares. Sigh. Why do I watch things all by my lonely that I know will fuck with my sleep? Oh well, I hope all of you have sweet dreams. Nighty night.

Aimee's Entry -- Cruelly sentenced to the bloody laundry mat...

Ah, we look happy, don't we? I'll tell ya, morning is not a happy time in our house (for Cameron and I anyway). And boy Cameron was extra grouchy this morning.

And speaking of Cameron, he's super excited because my mom told him the other night that she's taking him to Animal Kingdom and maybe Mickey's Very Merry Christmas Party for his birthday.

Wow, I just realized that it's September already and being the obsessive/compulsive planner I am, if I don't figure out what the heck I'm going to do for Cameron's birthday, I'll drive myself nuts. He's going to be 6, what to do, what to do?

IsFriendly posted a cool question on her blog today...

QUESTION OF THE DAY: IF YOU COULD BE ANYWHERE AT THIS EXACT MOMENT IN TIME, DOING EXACTLY WHAT YOU WANTED TO DO AT THIS MOMENT, WHAT WOULD IT BE?

And well, I'd answer myself but my answer would most likely get me in trouble so we'll just table that one but by all means, feel free to answer yourselves cause I'm the curious (tranlates to nosy) sort.

I had the loveliest conversation with Christie earlier. It's been a bit since we've chatted with each other so it was really nice catching up. I actually got to see her and Sarah (I just adore Sarah, she's the absolute sweetest child -- EVER) over the weekend when she dropped off Cameron but it was very brief so there was no time to talk. We still haven't managed to get together for my birthday dinner because she works nights and I work days but she really wants to get together soon. She's so sweet, she said, "I miss you, ya know? You're so much fun, how come we never hang out anymore?" In reality, she's the one that's fun but when we get together, we're both fun.

Well, I haven't seen any of the rain (yet) that they predicted for today so, that's a good thing. I honestly detest when it's rainy. Sure, it cools things down and all but it makes me sleepy and when I'm at work, sleepy is not such a good thing.

Sigh, my age is starting to show and you know, it's a sad, sad day when Kim (who's older then me) snorts as she walks by because I'm singing the chorus to "All out of love" by Air Supply. What can I say? I like Air Supply. *Shrugs*. I like Journey too.

I'm so bummed. The heating element in my dryer is broken so I'll probably have to drag my lazy ass to the laundry mat because my make-shift clothesline (in my bathroom) wasn't too successful last night. Sigh. I hate the laundry mat, it's so hot and stuffy. Ick.

Ah well, that's it for me today. I hope you all have a lovely evening.

Aimee's Entry

Ah, conversations with my dad always seem to revolve around the same subject. He walked in tonight looking somber so I bucked up and asked, "What’s up? Everything okay?" and he answered, "Yeah, I guess but you know how it is living under the reign of King George." Now, I don’t disagree with him, not at all, I can’t stomach the man either but I swear, if you ask the man, "Hey dad, why’d the chicken cross the road?" He’d somehow work the answer into some political Bush-bashing debate. It’s tiring on the mind.

And this is for androjane...

Those are capri pants.

Anyway, I have this bad habit of posting over Angie so make sure you scroll down and read her post. She said the funniest thing about candles and plastic penises, it’s good stuff.

Well, today was blah. It was so dark and dreary, it would’ve been an excellent for sleeping but since that wasn’t an option it was icky. But the after care director told me that Cameron was good today and he got a piece of candy from his teacher so it wasn’t all bad, eh? Plus, he got a smiley face for today on his weekly rewards chart. Go Cameron!

Okay, now there's another storm out there -- Tropical Depression #13 forecasted to become Tropical Storm Ophelia. It's currently hanging over the Bahamas and has been sending some (not) needed waves of rain our way all damn day. Anyway, my dad and I were sitting here watching the news and the ultra-smart news guy asks the just as bright weather girl, "So, do you think this thing is going to turn into a full blown hurricane?" and bright weather girl answers, "Well, there's a couple forecast models that have it reaching hurricane status." ultra smart news guy frowns, "Really?" bright weather girl looks pained, "Well yes, one has it hugging the coast of Florida and hitting somewhere in the Carolinas and the other has it crossing the state of Florida and heading into the gulf coast but it's too soon to tell." Sigh. I gotta tell ya, I love those news people, they're just so helpful, eh? But it's okay because my dad's reply was good. He shook his head and said, "Ah fuck it, let's just evacuate the whole fucking country."

Well, that’s about it for me but before I go, I’ll leave you with a hypothetical question for someone (could be a particular someone or a whole group of someones, who knows? Personally, I vote for a particular someone but that’s just me).

"If I (hypothetically of course) happened to find myself within your realm, what would you do? Would you take a step forward or would you take a step back?"

Pleasant dreams all.

Angie's Entry

That's loooooonnnnnnggggg overdue I know.

So seeing as how I can't remember the last time I posted or what I posted about, I'll start with the Crue show, Friday the 26th.

It was freakin awesome!! Tommy, Nikki, Vince and Mick live and in the flesh. My very first Motley show and it rocked! I took some pics and I hope they turned out! They played for a little over two hours, no opening band and it was fantastic. We had super seats too! Even with the people in front of us standing on their chairs and us sitting down, we could still see like two feet above their heads. It was totally worth the $45 ticket price.

Did Aaron come with you ask? Fuck no. I had asked my friend Pete if he wanted to come, but he had a wedding the next day and had too much stuff to do. So it was me, my cousin and her alcoholic boyfriend. My cousin sat between us so at least he didn't spend the entire night talking to me. It's not that I don't like him, it's just that he makes me uncomfortable. One because he's always drunk and can't carry on a conversation and two when we were leaving he gave me a hug and it's not like a, from the shoulders hug, it's a full body hug, and it's creepy and I don't like it. I feel like I'm doing something to make him think there's something between us other than he's pretty much my brother in law.

Moving on.

Saturday. What the hell did I do Saturday? Um, obviously nothing important if I can't remember. Oh, my friend Nicole, her friend Brandy and her sisters Bre and Brooke had a Partylite/ Passion Party. They had tons of food and drinks. And it was fun. It was a super day outside on Saturday, a little chilly after the sun went down, but that's why there's hooded sweatshirts.

Oh, Partylite is candles and Passion party is sex toys. So imagine a bunch of girls sitting around discussing, smelling, tasting and touching the two things we love most - candles and plastic penises. Peni? Which ever!

Sunday was my usual Sunday. I sit in my chair and do nothing. Except this particular Sunday I decided that it was time to clean my carpet. The dog has been using a section of my carpet as her pee pad and all I could smell in my house was dog pee. I hate that. So I went up to the pet store to see if they had any good carpet cleaner stuff and instead they had kitties. Awwww! But I resisted temptation and DID NOT adopt a kitty. I can't pay my bills the way it is, I didn't need to incur another expense. SoI bought my carpet cleaner stuff and went to Menard's to buy grass seed. The dog "burns" spots in the grass out front and I'm waiting for the association to come yell at me for it. But they haven't so I'm trying to fix the spots my little girl is leaving before they do.

So Sunday I planted some grass seed, scrubbed the carpet on my hands and knees and hoped that I got rid of her scent then sat in my chair and watched TV.

Monday and Tuesday were full of Payroll things since I was going to be gone Wed, Thurs and Friday helping Brother move to South Dakota. I went to the fair with my friend Teresa on Monday after we got off work. That was fun. Then I stopped over at Katie's to pee and hang for while since it was so dead over there.

My friend Pete and I have been exchanging text messages for a about a week now. Ever since I asked him to the Crue show, we've been trying to get together for drinks to catch up. We haven't been able to, but we made a "date" to get together on (last) Friday.

Wednesday my mom came and picked me up and we drove up to St. Cloud. I had called my brother earlier on Tuesday to ask if he needed me to come help him finish packing. He assured me that he was almost done and that he had dinner plans with Sara, his on again off again girlfriend, who's ok by me, but is getting on my nerves more and more as time wears on. But we'll get into that later.

I was irritated when my mom informed me that Sara would be coming to South Dakota with us an that she had volunteered to drive her back. Which, coincidentally is exactly what I told Nicole the night before was going to happen. So when we got there and Brother informed us that he A) wasn't done packing and B) needed more boxes, I was even more irritated.

Now I understand that Brother has a lot of things going on, bouncing between one state and another for work and trying to move and start a new job, leaving his friends and family behind, but I offered my help.

I guess I'm becoming stickler about planning and being prepared. If you know you have five people coming to help you move your stuff, then the least you should do is have it ready to go.

The other bummer is that Wednesday was brother's 25th birthday. Which I still have to go get him a card for. But on the up side, Sara threw him a surprise birthday party the night before.

So eventually we got him packed up and all his stuff loaded into the truck. My Aunt and Step-uncle left for home and we went to lunch before starting the 5 hour drive to South Dakota. Brother drove the rental truck with Sara, mom followed in her car and I followed in Brother's car.

We dropped Sara off in the town my Brother is moving to and then he gave my mom and I a quick tour of the Athletic building. Which is pretty cool. My mom and I were standing on the sideline of the football field waiting for Brother and I apologized to her for being crabby about the whole Sara thing. She asked me why I was so irritated and I told her because she didn't need to come with. She'd been attached to his hip since he got back to St. Cloud and it'd be nice to be able to spend some time with him, just the three of us since we hardly get to see him and I know that Sara will be there every other freakin weekend. (And there's more, but that may have to be another post)(this one is long enough). And I guess that's why Sara was dropped off at one of her diver friends house. So we could have some "family" time. Gee, thanks for that. We're all dead tired from driving and moving. Super.

So the three of us drove another 25 miles to the town that his apartment is in and got checked into our hotel room for the night. We had a quick dinner at 9:30 an then Brother got into his car and drove back 25 miles to pick Sara up and stay at his friend Jason's house, where he'd been staying while he was working. He could have, and why he didn't is a mystery to me, stayed at the hotel with me and my mom, which had more than enough room and get some sleep instead of driving 25 miles back to town and having to get up early to drive back to the truck to unload at his apartment.

My dad (my brother's dad who adopted me at a young age) showed up at the hotel the following morning and we waited around for Brother to show up. Now dad tells me that Brother told him we were going to grab breakfast somewhere. So I call Brother to find out where he is and to tell him dad is here, are we going out for breakfast? He says he and Sara just grabbed something quick, sorry.

So we get to the apartment, check out everything and start unloading the truck. Which we finish pretty early. His friend Jason and his wife Mel (both of which went to Point with Brother. Jason is the head coach at USD and wanted brother for his assistant coach as soon as he got the job. Mel also happens to be best friends with my brother's ex, Lindsey. I've mentioned her before.) help us finish up the truck and then we all go up to the apartment. I tell him that as long as there are so many of us here, let's set up things as much as we can. Let's get the TV, entertainment center, couches, bed, dressers and everything put where you want it so you don't have so much to do. He finally agrees and the three boys put together his entertainment center. Mel unpackes his bathroom, Mom makes his bed and I move boxes around so there's room to walk.

I hang the wall hanging that my mom made for him in his living room, and talk with him about where to hang the rest of his pictures. In the process of this, I manage to walk into the back of his couch and break my toe. On my left foot, the one right next to my pinky. I heard the crunch. It hurt, but I didn't think anything of it. Until I took my sock off and saw that my toe was purple.

Around 4 we finally decided it was time to go eat. Around 7 we finally hit the road and dropped Sara off in Cloud around 1 am. My mom dropped me off at 2:15 and between my toe and my shoulder (I have a muscle knot in my shoulder the size of a baseball. Most days I can't lift my arm above my head. But I refuse to pay $20 a visit to go the therapy.) I knew it was time for a muscle relaxer. I had gotten them when my back went out on me a year ago. So I took one and then tried to stay awake until my mom called me. If I would have had to get in my car and go find her, it would have been an interesting ride! She called at 3 on the nose and I crashed out.

Friday I went grocery shopping (hobbled through the store. Thank God for shopping carts and mid-day lulls) then went and got my dog from my step-dad. My poor little girl was so very tired. She crashed out in the backseat of the car on the way home!

We sat and watched TV/napped for a few hours. Pete called me around 6. He was gonna take a rain check on drinks. He had to pick up his son and head to his mom's for the holiday weekend. I told him that was cool, we had time and we'd find a night.

Saturday I went to lunch with my Step-dad and then went up to my cousin's house to watch her kids while she and Amy went and ran around. We hung out and talked for a few hours and she tod me about a job opening by my house with one of her neighbors.

Pete texted my Sunday night at like 1 am. He apologized for waking me up cause I had to work on Monday. No rest for Payroll. I was here yesterday from 7:30 am until 6:30 pm when I gave up.

My toe is better. I can almost walk normally. I should have wore my tennis shoes today tho. It hurts and I think I need to tape it back up. The swelling is mostly gone. Sitting with it up for the better part of three days I'm sure helped. It's not so purple anymore but I have a nasty bruise on the top of my foot that is a cross between green and blue. My cousin asked if I hadn't broken anything else. I didn't but man does it hurt today. It feels good to have my shoe off. Any pressure on it and it hurts. Ok, I'll stop whining.

So that's what I've been up to. We'll delve into the why I'm not liking Sara so much in my next blog cause I think I figured it out. Unless you'd rather not hear about it and I don't blame you if you don't!

I hope everyone had a fun holiday weekend! I think I caught up on everyone's blog, sorry I haven't posted any comments. My brain isn't working well these days. Lack of original thoughts. Sorry.

My payroll checks are here, so I gotta sort them down, ship them off and get check requests to my boss before I go!

Aimee -- "Getting To Know Your Friends."

Ain't he adorible? That's my baby astride Drew's new toy. Cute, cute, cute.

And remember the other night when I said that it'd probably be sometime in the next century before I watched the movies I bought? Well by gosh, I managed to watch them all. All of them, I say. I haven't sat in front of the TV for that long in ages and it was strangely relaxing. I liked them all but I think 'Secret Window' was my favorite because it wasn't at all what I expected -- plus I love Johnny Depp (almost as much as Christian Slater), he's a fantastic actor. And strangely, I really enjoyed 'Constantine', I didn't think I would but I did, very much so.

Well, aside from camping out in front of the TV, I didn't do much of anything the rest of the weekend. Zip, zilch, zero.

Anyway, I got this e-mail from Brande (known to a few of you as Gemini) today and I figured I'd put it up here.

"Getting to Know Your Friends!"

1. What time did you get up this morning? 10:30 AM.

2. Diamonds or pearls? Diamonds.

3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema? Star Wars III.

4. What is your favorite TV show? House.

5. What did you have for breakfast? Nothing.

6. What is your middle name? Dawn.

7. What is your favorite food? I have a thing for Mexican.

8. What foods do you dislike? Seafood (cause I'm allergic) and I'm sure there are other things I just can't think of at the moment.

9. Your favorite Potato chip? Cool Ranch Dorito's.

10. What is your favorite CD? The miseducation of Lauryn Hill.

11. What kind of car do you drive? Silver 2002 Ford Explorer.

12. What characteristics do you despise? Dishonesty, materialism and disloyalty.

13. Favorite item of clothing? Capri pants, I frickin' love the silly things.

14. If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would you go? Somewhere warm, quiet and tranquil.

15. Favorite brand of clothing? Tommy Hilfiger, Nike, Lands End.

16. Favorite time of day? Night time.

17. Where were you born? Ashland, Kentucky.

18. Favorite sport to watch? I can't stand any of them.

19. Who do you least expect to send this back?Brande cause she sent it to me!

20. Person you expect to send it back first? Angie.

21. What laundry detergent do you use? Arm & Hammer Mountain Fresh or something like that.

22. Coke or Pepsi? Pepsi.

23. Are you a morning person or night owl? Night owl.

24. What size shoe do you wear? 7.

25. Do you have pets? Yep, a Pug named Bugsy.

26. Any new and exciting news you'd like to share with your friends? Nope, not that I can think of.

27. What did you want to be when you were little? An RN.

28. What is your best childhood memory? I had a somewhat unstable childhood and I don't really recollect my "best" childhood memory.

29. What different jobs have you had in your life? Bagger/cashier at Publix, Sales Associate at Burdines, Sales Associate at Mervyn's, Nanny and Secretary.

30. Nicknames? Aims, Aimers, Aimster, Amiel, Amiela.

31. Any piercings? 4 - 2 in each ear.

32. Eye color? Hazel.

33. Ever been to Africa? No.

34. Ever been toilet papering? Yes.

35. Love someone so much it made you cry? Absolutely.

36. Been in a car accident? Yes.

37. Croutons or bacon bits? Croutons.

38. Favorite day of the week? Saturday.

39. Favorite Restaurant? Smokey Bones.

40. Favorite flower? Sunflower.

41. Favorite ice cream? Ben & Jerry's Chunky Monkey.

42. Warner brothers or Disney? Disney.

43. What color is your bedroom carpet? Grey.

44. How many times did you fail your driver's test? Once.

45. Before this one, from whom did you get your last-email? Christie.

46. Which store would you choose to max out your credit card? Target (I have a thing for that store).

47. What do you do most often when you are bored? Read.

48. Bedtime? Rarely before midnight.

49. Who are you most curious about their responses to these questions? I dunno?

50. Last person you went to dinner with? Cameron and Drew.

51. Chevy or Ford? Ford.

52. What are you listening to right now? Not a thing.

53. What is your favorite color? Green.

54. Lake, Ocean or river? Ocean.

55. How many tattoos do you have? None.

56. Which came first, the chicken or the egg? LOL. Either.

57. How many people are you sending this email to? 3.

58. Favorite Cocktail? I have a thing for what Drew dubs "bitch drinks" and my favorite "bitch drink" would be a Midori Sour (and it's better with cherries - YUMMY).

59. Red or White? White.

60. What would you do or where would you go for a girl's/boy's weekend?A spa because I'm in desperate need of a kickass massage and I can think of a few girls that wouldn't mind one either.

61. What would you do if you had to select another career? Write, write, write.

62. Favorite Family Vacation? Disney, absolutely, I love the place.

63. All Time Favorite Concert? The Up In Smoke Tour (Eminem, Dr. Dre and Snoop Dogg) in 2000.

(The spacing is screwed up but I'm not fixing it cause I might just lose my mind if I try.)

Aimee's Entry -- Who wants to scratch my itch?

God, I'm feeling itchy tonight. Extremely itchy (and not in the "I need a scratch" way or maybe I do need a good scratch, who knows). I just wanna do something. I don't know what, just something. Where the hell is Christie when I need her, huh? Anyway, enough talk about my itch that has no chance of getting scrathed.

Today was a pretty good day. The therapy thing my mom set up for this morning was interesting. When she first started, I couldn't figure out what the heck she was trying to accomplish but as she got into it, I figured out that she was doing something with her hands that worked certain pressure points in my body. She mainly focused on my pelvic area, my ribcage, my upper chest area, my neck and my face. I don't really know how to explain what she did but it was certainly interesting.

After the therapy thing was over, my mom took Cameron and I to lunch at Skyline (YUM) and then we stopped off at Blockbuster so I could spend my gift certificate. And seeing as how I have no control what-so-ever, I ultimately went over the amount of the gift certificate. Oh well. Let's see, I bought -- The Day After Tomorrow, Secret Window, Constantine and Miss Congeniality 2 -- and because I rarely watch TV, it'll probably be sometime during the next century before I actually sit down and watch them but I've decided that I'm going to make an effort to watch at least one of them this weekend. We'll see. From Blockbuster we walked over to Ben & Jerry's and had an ice cream cone (Cherry's Garcia for me, Chocolate for my mom and some Coconut Almond thing for Cameron) which was a serious case of cheating on my diet but hell, I'm only human and the temptation was just too great. After B & J's we headed back to the farm and my mom took out the dress she's lending me for the dinner/dance in October so I could take it home with me. Goodness, it's beautiful and the color is fantastic. I can't decide if it's a really deep burgandy or a deep plum but it's gorgeous. I tried it on and boy is it a curve clinger which looks good if you've got the right curves (I don't). Sigh. So, I silently cursed myself for the ice cream and vowed to resist temptation until this bloody dinner/dance is over.

I came home to an empty house. Drew's out who knows where and since Cameron stayed over at my mom's for the night, it was just me and Bugsy until my dad showed up around 8:00 and then we didn't do anything other than run up to the store because I was out of water. At the moment, my dad is watching some sports thing on TV, Bugsy is asleep underneath my chair and I'm sitting here bored off my ass. It's a typical Saturday night -- no wonder I'm itchy. Oh well, such is life. I should probably go to sleep cause I have all kinds of fun in my sleep.

Nighty, night y'all.

Aimee -- Things that make you go, "Hmm"...

Dreams... a series of images, ideas, emotions, and sensations occurring involuntarily in the mind during certain stages of sleep.

And up until recently, I rarely remembered my dreams. Sure, I'd get small snapshots of things that my subconscious mind mustered up while I was asleep but they were typically choppy and didn't make much sense. Now nightmares on the other hand, are a whole different story. Those have always been like crystal. I used to have them constantly and they'd haunt me but it's been a while since I've had a nightmare.

"Why," You ask, "are you boring us with your silly contemplation of dreams?"

Well, it'd be because I had one last night that was a perplexing cross between an absolutely lovely dream and a distressing nightmare. It was full of all kinds of contradictory sensations. It was soft, sweet, erotic, dark, dreary, daunting -- not all at the same time but it certainly worked it's way through an abundance of different emotions.

So, what am I supposed to make of that, huh? I'm not sure, all I know is that the bloody bitch woke me up at an ungodly hour and I had the hardest time getting back to sleep. Maybe I should just stop taking Nyquil before bed and suffer through this cold without medicinal aid.

Okay, enough with this contemplation over my erratically unstructured yet salaciously bizarre dream (LOL -- now how's that for an summarization?).

The parent/teacher conference went rather well this morning. Cameron's teacher seems like a nice lady and she appears to care about the trouble he's having adjusting to kindergarten. She said that he's an intelligent child but his issues with behavior interfere with his learning. She said that she has high expectations for Cameron because he's a very bright child and that if we worked together to get his behavioral problems under control he'd do really well. Now I need to work on figuring out what it is that's causing him to act out in school? So, that's my main priority for this weekend.

And the good Doc has ordered me to start a 3 day Z-pack (Zithromax) today to try and knock out this cold. I hate that stuff because it messes up my stomach something fierce but I sincerely hope it works because if it doesn't she's moving on to Augmentin and that's worse. Ouch.

And since I was discussing dreams...

What Your Dreams Mean...

Your dreams seem to show that you're very preoccupied with your fears and problems. These bad dreams indicate that you need to spend more time on your issues during the day. Overall, you are very content in your life. Your dreams tend to reflect your insecurities. Your dreams indicate that you have very conflicted feelings. You have a very vivid imagination and a rich creative mind.

What Do Your Dreams Mean?

Have a lovely night!!!

Aimee's sleepy, sleepy, sleepy...

Well, I'm still sick and I still feel like hell -- my head is all stuffy and the bloody thing has moved into my chest (*cough*cough*) but strangely enough I'm having a fairly good day. Go figure.

I don't know why but I've got a song stuck in my head (Lose Control by Missy "Misdemeanor" Elliott) and it just wont quit bouncing around in there. It's the strangest thing too because I've been listening to AOL radio all day and yet I still find myself singing the chorus to this damn song. Oh well, it's a good song so I suppose it's okay.

Whoo boy, just one more day and then it's a 3 day weekend. Yee Haw! I can not wait. I need a day (or 3) off BAD. I've been taking Nyquil so I can sleep at night and getting up the next morning is a bitch. I just don't want to do it. At all.

Drew dropped a good amount of money on some chopper-bike-thing-a-ma-jig yesterday and I was so agitated with him because he didn't even bring it home so Cameron and I could see it. He told me he left it at the tattoo shop so that he and Gabe (<~ he has one too) could ride them around the parking lot together tonight after work. Me thinks that wasn't very nice of him.

You know what I really wanna do right now? Take a nap. I swear, I'm itching to just lay down, close my eyes and tune out for a few hours but it's just not gonna happen. I still have way too much left to do today/tonight to even think about taking a nap -- 3 more hours of work, p/u Cameron from after care (and hope to heck that he was good today and I don't have to have another talk with the after care director), drop off his stuff at home, check the mail (there's never anything fun in there, BTW just bills, bills, bills), check the messages and return the ones I can't ignore (I never get any cool calls either - sigh), walk the dog, go grocery shopping (and I'd like to squeeze in a quick trip to Blockbuster while I'm out because I've been walking around with a gift certificate for a month but I don't think I'll have time), decide what the heck I'm going to do for dinner then do it, do the nightly bath and bed time rituals with Cameron, do some laundry, lay out Cameron's uniform and Drew's work clothes for the morning, get breakfast/lunch/snacks ready for Cameron for tomorrow, pay the phone and water bills online, feed, water and walk the dog again (and I think that's it or at least I hope it is). So, I'm thinking it'll be quite a while before me and my bed get reaquainted. Which is a pity, I tell you.

I did another one of those silly quizzes that I like to amuse myself with...

You Are a Mai Tai

You aren't a big drinker, but you'll drink if the atmosphere is festive. And when you're drunk, watch out! You're easily carried away.

What Mixed Drink Are You?

Hmm... I've never had a Mai Tai. Are they any good?

Okay campers, that's about it for today. I hope you all have a lovely night.

Aimee signing out.