teague | Entries tagged with bitching and moaning

heh...Ended up walking about 3-5 miles towards home because the bus schedual is different on sundays. I'm hot, I'm extreamly tired, and I'm sweaty. I hate sweat. I blame my Native American heratage for giving me a God that when asked if it will help me lose weight, pulls stuff like this. Fortunately I did not have to walk all the way home, as I found Ernesto to give me a ride. He is my Hero. I lubs him!

Rough night at work. I locked myself out of the office...outside. I had to use the cellphone of a guest to call my husband, to call my co-worker. Co-worker called the maintanance guy. I saved a peeper frog from the driveway as I waited. This is all around 2-3 am. Happy joy. Managed to get into the office, and finish my audit.

Then I scalded my tongue. Also tonight was crazy call night. And right now, I am fricking starving. I forgot to bring food, or money.

Food...then sleep. Yes...

Ugh, what a long day. Worked first shift. Alot more people and crap to deal with. No, sir...I didn't like it. *hides*

There is a 70-90% change we will be having to move next month. I'm not sure where yet, but the landlord has dropped less than subtle hints. It's not so much we're bad tenants, although I don't think he's much impressed by our people to cat ratio. I think he just needs extended access to our apartment to finish up repair from the hurricane damage. This will, of course, eat up alot of our money, just as we are trying to save. At least I have a job, thank God.

Although it will be nice if we can get away from some of the drama of this neighborhood, I'm not sure anywhere else we move without a room mate would be alot better. Though I am still pretty much happy if we don't have to live anywhere near crackheads again. Brian has talked about this community that's closer to where I work called Ormond By The Sea. It is a part of Daytona the same way Chamblee is a part of Atlanta. I never mentioned, I don't think, that Daytona Beach is actually pretty large. Not *as* large as Atlanta and Orlando, but it covers some cities.

It's not *so* bad. I mean, this place is pretty small. Still, I will miss some features, like the hardwood floors, and the interesting architecture. I have to keep focusing on the pretty small though. I admit, I'm not a great housekeeper. Certainly not when I am soley in charge of house keeping. I'm sure part of it has to do with being lazy, and I admit that, but even when I am not feeling lazy, I sometimes look at certain things, like the mess on the end table, and my brain locks up. I can't figure out where things are supposed to go, so they stay on the table and form clutter. This place is pretty cluttered. There isn't enough storage space. The kitchen is mad tiny. You can't even open the fridge all the way befor the door bumps the stove. We have lived in much smaller, but yeah, if we can afford it, it would be nice to get a place with more room. More hospitable to guests too. Oh, god, and don't get me started on the tiny hot water heater. Seriously, it is located under the kitchen cabnets. It's about two feet tall. If I want to shave my legs, I have to turn the water off and freeze for the 10 minutes or so it takes me to shave. (Ok, more like 20. I have alot of leg)

So I'm just flipflopping. On the one had I do want possibly new and better, on the other, the thought of getting the huge sectional couch down the stairs is just daunting. Moving, and upsetting my environment makes me want to hide under the bed with Hobo. At least

brian_sama has some good male friends who'll do grunt work for beer money.

Note to

reprobayt and

mbwun I am working on your stories. Never fear. Should have them up by two days at the most. Nice challenges too.

Ok, you *know* it's a shitty TV night when they are playing Meatballs 4 on UPN.

Wow...I feel like refried ass right now. Went to bed around 7, woke up about 11. Had to get up to come to Ernesto's and do laundry. Baby needs some clean cloths. I'm trying to think of how to turn this feeling into something I can use for story purposes.

My eyes feel gritty, and my skin feels tight, and like it might tear if I rub too hard. I feel heavy, but too awake. 4 hours is just enough sleep to piss you off. I don't want to hear your, "I only get 4 hours every night now, then I walk to work, up hill, in the snow, for a thousand miles.." stories.

*grouchgrouchflaildie*

I'm getting a sore throat from dust exposure at the Faire. Yucky! Stuffy nose!

I miss my Sweety, and my kitties, and my crabs.

Anyone have any knowledge of back troubles? I have has a minor, persistant pain along my lower spine for the last few weeks. I only feel it when I arch my back deeply. And befor you say "Well don't arch your back!" HAHAHA! Bite me. I can bend forward with comfort, but arching back makes the hurt. And it's not a sharp pain. Just almost more a pressure.

I went back, and noticed the past few entries were all memes. Amusing, I suppose, but ultimately boring. I should make a life post. I really should. There are things I've "done".

I'm going to take the psych test at the bookstore, and hopefully interveiw, or be hired.

I went out with one of the guys who was messaging me from OK Cupid, and he turned out to be really nice, and he came with a gift of a half pound of jamacan coffee, which I really liked.

I've been working out more, with the hopes of being cam whore level hot by Dragoncon.

I talked to a guy from Ireland on the phone today.

There are afew things I could write little essays about. But the big thing in my life right now is my hormones. Oh man. I promised I wouldn't bitch, but honestly there is very little of the usual complaints. Sure, I've cried at a couple of kodak commecials, and I thought I was going to die the other night if I didn't eat the whole bag of dark chocolate peanut M&M's, but it's more than that. Hormones have stolen my brain. Last night I fell asleep around 11, and woke up officially about 12 hours later. I feel like I'm thinking through a light cotton haze. I'm begining to wonder if I need *extra* iron this go round.

Is it too late to call dibs on the sex change?

Geeze. I ate something that I'm allergic to. I hate when I eat something, and I get an allergy. I have an allergy to pine nuts, and possibly some relative. It's medium to mild. I consider the severe the throat closing, have to go to the hospital kind. This is the itching throat and tongue, sweeling lip, going on to itching skin and hives variety. I took some benedryl and I'm *still* itchy. I think I'm going to take some more. Must pass out now.

g'bye!

Well, first some good news. While the news that my student loan needed a payment produced much angst, after we got over the shock of it, it was decided that it wasn't more than a minor setback. Basicly Brian had a plan to save a *large* chunk of money out of overtime, plus money he's getting back from classes, plus taxes. Basicly he wanted to save like a grand in a very short period of time. A noble and very worthy goal. We may not make that goal quite as fast as we planned, but the idea is to get that goose egg started, and then we'll A) have an emergency fund, and B) anything over the grand is money like for conventions, and Christmas, and just what ever. I think part of why I reacted so badly was just my anxiety level about money in general. Really, we're quite in the green right now.

What anyone, who cares, has to understand is where Brian and I have been struggling from. We once took a leap at owning our own business. A coffee shop/cyber cafe. To make a long story short, we were woefully unprepared, but we did make it to the 6 month mark, so that's something. We actually ended up getting married, not because we were so deeply in love, but to file bankruptcy. We married, moved to Florida chasing work and better bankruptcy laws, and filed. We had no choice. People go nuts when you say you want to file. It's a hot button, like getting a tattoo for your 16 year old, or plastic surgery. Everyone has an opinion. Trust me on this. We had no choice.

So basicly our credit has been for squat. And for afew years we were pretty tight for money. Had to go abase ourselves at the alter of Mom quite afew times. Very few things impact the ego like being little beggars. Shit like a flat tire could seriously ruin us. We were a disaster away from moving home, and I remember a conversation about just that topic, where I said, "We can be broke here, or broke in LaGrange. Which do you prefer?" But the thing is, slowly but surely, with little baby steps, we have improved. Brian has a super job. We've learned to make better financial choices. We're working on the credit. We ask Mom for less and less. I just think the thing with the student loan harkened back to the days when a call like that ment we were fucking done for. It was a painful reminder.

Anyway, I really got on to make a post about how great the weekend was. It was awsome! We went to visit with Rachelle. Brian went to see wrestling, and I was along to entertain Rachelle, and bond, and stuff. She took me to eat Mexican, which I love. Then we went shopping for cloths to wear in Michigan. I think the only thing I didn't get and want is a pair of black jeans. Got a couple of nice, fleecey tops though, layerable. And some undershirts.

The next day we went to hang out in Ybor, a funky neighborhood in Tampa with alot of bars and clubs. To give you an idea of the sorts of clubs, there is a Coyote Ugly. The same chain of bars that the movie was based on. It's picturesque. We went into some adult stores and a head shop. I found gifts for Chan and Mishy in one of those boutiques that sell the vintage clothing. Rachelle showed us a large International Bazaar. I found a long sought after jade necklace of Quan Yin. (Yes, fangirls, the Merciful Goddess herself) I took lots of pics. We met up with Rachelle's friend Shim, and went to see White Noise, which I highly recommend. (Sooo...creeped out....can't stand TV with snow on it...)

Sunday we saw Rachelle off, then headed back home. I finally got to go to Borders and spend my gift cards. I got Manga, Until the Full Moon,and I got Mirror Mirror,a grown up take on Snow White, A vampire hunter anthology, some other novel, and a cd of music. Then I passed out for awhile, because my sleep was soo thrown off.

Today was more blah. I had to...*wobbly eyes* give up the Precious. Also known as the DVR. Digital Video Recorder. No more rewinding the live TV, and back to the VCR to record shows. Ah well. I will miss the Precious. Now, the damned cable guy didn't hook up the old basic cable that comes free with the apartment. We'll have to wrestle with that, and may not have cable for afew days. Fucking GRR. Ah well. Good thing I got movies for Christmas, huh?

Who do I have to bribe to go to a Borders Bookstore around here? I received for Christmas two Borders gift cards for 25 dollars each. I could spend them online, but i have no clue what to buy. I sort of want the wonderful Borders experience of wandering, getting coffee, shopping...*sigh* I really don't want to spend my wonderful cards in the crappy local Walderbooks...

So I figured out tonight that I will never get the nickname Teague. They don't release them after they delete the journal. I found a deleted journal nick and tried to get it, and no dice. I have discovered that alternate spellings of Teague are open, however, and have been thinking...maybe? I have been pondering an alternate journal wherein I write as a fictional character, my fave, of course, being Teague. Sometimes I also think of making posts in different texts with different userpics to symbolize some of the personalities I might like to post as. ( my crab, my cat, the shan in my brain..)

Any opinions on this? Would it be entertaining, or confusing?

Also I am thinking of updating my userpage. I think my Bio at least could use some tweaking. Is there anything that anyone out there wants to know that might go in a biography?

Current Mood: contemplative

So my wonderful husband, in his infinate wisdom, has decided that I have to get up at the asscrack of dawn today so we can leave early for LaGrange. It's 7:30 am. I'm used to going to bed about now. I'm like....really tired. And he usually bugs me to stay awake to keep him company while we're driving. I'll be really coherant, yeah! Why did they ban Epherdra? Whyyy? So some people had heart attacks...Smoking still kills a fuckload more people! Ephedra worked for me, folks. I loved it. It gave me mental focus, and I lost nearly 20 pounds on Stingers and Slimfasts. Ugh...my eyes are watering. Don't you hate that sensation? Wake up too early and your eyes water?