A Letter To The Love Of My Life

Dearest Love of My Life,





Hey you. It's been a crazy year, and I just thought, you know, when we actually meet, if I go ahead and give you the specs of my dating life in 2008, we can just skip that conversation all together when getting to know each other.





So, we'll just not waste any time and start at the beginning of this insane year!! I know you're excited, darling...





First, there was the BIG one...the Sergeant. Oh, wasn't he just lovely! After a few months of blissful coupledom, sadly, he went completely crazy. And it hit me that it actually costs quite a bit of money to constantly commute two and a half hours for a weekend visit to see your sweetheart...and it really cleans out your bank account when you're doing this while already sinking slowly but surely into over 10,000 dollars of fabulous credit card debt. Ah, good times.



It ended badly. In fact, this was the first time in my 22 years of insane dating experience that I actually had my heart smashed--just a little. With the loving support of man-hating friends and biased family members (wink wink ;) ), I made it through this rough period of life verrrry quickly. Hell, let's be honest. Maybe I just got over things so quick because I really am a cold-hearted scorpion woman. You be the judge...



At the end of March, there was a guest staying at the hotel. He wasn't particularly good-looking, but he was nice and he jumped out of airplanes into forest fires for a living, so that was kind of cool. Well, we had a date, it was boring, I wasn't interested, yada yada yada.

Well, he decided, a week later, when I wasn't responding to his phone calls like I should, that he would send me a picture of himself in just a towel.

Really?



When he couldn't reach me on the phone after this incident, he became somewhat of what we 21st century women like to refer to as a "creeper" and called me at work. I proceeded to scold him like a middle-aged mother and his entire group stopped staying at our hotel after that.

I mean really. What are you men thinking?



Let's move on to April of 2008, shall we? Only four months into the year and I agree to be a date to a military ball with another -- GASP-- military man. Aw, they're not so bad and I'm not one to learn my lesson the first time, so let's go for it! After a few dates, I realized this guy, too, was a crazy asshole that thankfully moved across the country before I could do anything remotely damaging to his car out of womanly spite. Oh, and on a side note, I was also seeing his friend who I'd met at this military ball as well...oops, that was wrong of me. But he ended up also being mentally weird and was shortly shipped off far far away. Whew. Got me out of that mess before it got too crazy....



Ah, but let's give the military man ONE more chance, shall we? Okay, here comes May of 2008. We'll pick....hmmmm....let's see....oh I know! The army man who was in a special unit for a year in the middle east who did such unspeakable things that he officially, medically is so mentally unstable that it's a guaranteed roller coaster ride going out with him! Woo, let's do it!

This charming match lasted, oh, let's say a month? I did get furniture moved out of my apartment though, so we'll just say the month of utter, incomprehendable insanity was worth it not to have to hire moving guys or rent a UHAUL.



Oh, love of my life, this is only the beginning. June 2008 was a pretty steady month for me, darling, but it wasn't to last long. Oooohhhh noooo....after several casual here and there one-time "we'll call them dates" with various firefighters and paramedics, I'd sworn off wasting my time with these well-known heroes who you have to respect but would be completely out of your mind to date. Ah, but there was a sweet one who seemed so intelligent that begged and begged and begged me to go out with him. He was six years older than me and seemed to have a level, morally sound head on his shoulders...So, finally, I gave in.



It was a charming first date...if you don't take into account that he talked about his whorish ex-wife the whole time, hated any and everything southern, which made the cute cowgirl boots I was wearing seem a little ridiculous, and when we got to the Mexican restaurant for dinner, wanted to order a salad.



Really? A salad? This was a joke right? It's a Mexican restaurant, not a rabbit food store in California.

What's even better: we didn't even get a cheese dip. WHAT THE HELL? WHO GOES TO A MEXICAN RESTAURANT AND DOESN'T GET CHEESE DIP?? IS THIS EVEN LEGAL?

And you know what I had to get for my beverage on that fine summer evening? Not the marguerita I was so desperately craving, oh no. I had a water, no lemon. That would've been too much color for his personality, which coincidentally resembled that of a wet mop.

Did I mention he went to jail for growing and selling illegal drugs and on top of that, didn't really know or care who was running for presidential office. He was just planning on voting for the one that smoked weed, if he voted at all.

Has your laughter subsided yet, my love?



All right, moving on.



At this point, the experience with this "dude" was sooooo horrible, I was ready to go on a dating fast for a couple months. Oh, but my dear old friends wouldn't let me do that. They all knew this GREAT older guy who was great looking, smart, in shape, shaved head because he was confident in his own skin, and worked a second job not because he had to, but because he loved to bike and this second job was a bike store that provided him all his outdoorsey needs.



Yes, this is exactly how my dearest friends described him to me. They pushed and pushed and pushed me to go out with this man. I'd never been on a blind date and I wasn't gung-ho for it by any means, but finally, I caved in. What the hell, he sounded great. Maybe this would be the start of someone I could just have a good time with.



I show up at the resaurant where I'm supposed to meet him. Incidentally, it is the same Mexican restaurant I'd gone on a date with Pothead to, but this time I was more than determined to get my marguerita.



So I call him once I arrive and he says he's walking across the parking lot towards me and he's wearing a blue shirt. I get out of my car and see a tall, incredibly good-looking man with a shaved head, blue shirt, talking on a cell phone. Immediately, I break into a huge grin, thinking this might actually be a good dating experience. Suddenly, the man gets off his cell phone and goes to a car. Behind him, is a short man with a shaved head in a blue shirt--still on the cell phone with me.

I begin to feel naseous.

He comes up to me with a smile, flashing teeth that are grayed from either a.)years of smoking/dipping or b.)just not having good dental hygiene.

Good. The naseousness is getting worse.

He is the same height as me and the heels I am wearing only lift me up to about 5'5".

I'm feeling lightheaded.

His head is shaved, not because he's confident enough to act like he's the Rock, but because he is balding. Also, he's four years older than I was told--34. Have I mentioned I am an immature 22 and my parents are just 40? Yeah. Feeling dizzy now...

He is wearing an old man blue bowling shirt with chest hair that eerily resembles 1970's shag carpet creeping out of the top of it and slowly crawling up his skinny neck. His voice is about as squeaky as a child molestor's, which considering the age difference, I feel like he might just be that kind of guy.

I'm so sick I feel like I'm about to throw up all over him, or myself, and then go after my friends that set me up with a large ax.

The date didn't last long. After two Texas Margueritas, I was still dead sober and made up an excuse that I had to leave. Despite the fact that there was absolutely NO chemistry, this guy still wanted to go out again. I almost just told him I was a lesbian so he wouldn't call. I refrained from being that dramatic, though.



Not only did my friends make me feel like I was the ugliest, least desirable female on the planet Earth, but they also completely severed our trust. Never again.



Keep in mind, it's still only, oh, August? Yes, August. Still 4 months to go in this oh so wonderful year of 2008.



I begin to attend more fraternity parties since my best friends new boyfriend is the president of a fraternity. It's fun and I am meeting all kinds of cool guys.

I seem to forget they are FRAT GUYS.

We start with the guy who likes to get everybody pregnant and won't quit pestering me to the guy who, at first glance is very cute, but then breaks out techno music and glowsticks, and then moving on to the handful of frat boys who are quite a bit younger than yours truly, yet seem to temporarily gain my fancy because they just seem so darn cute and fun.

Oh, I got over that stage REALLLLL quick. Leave me alone young boys. You have nothing to offer and I don't have time to facebook you every other hour of every day. Yeesh.

Just when I decide that this is really really really really IT--THE END for the year...I mean, it is November at this point and I just want the endless awkward dating cycle to be OVER.

Oh but that would be too easy now wouldn't it? Now here comes the regular guest at the hotel. He seems nice enough. Perfect actually. Very handsome, suave, witty, intelligent, sincere....oh, but guess what? He's still just a 22 year old man. Which makes him the enemy.

We spend hours with each other, just talking, getting to know each other. Finally, I think, "Hey, this one might be semi-normal and a perfectly acceptable possibility to hang out with. Right?"

So we have a date set up, he'll come to the Christmas Party for work with me. Oh, wait, no, that won't happen because after no call and then an awkward night meeting at a bar (I will spare you the details, sweetheart.), the day before the Christmas party, I get a text informing me that he's banging some chick and can't bare to be the bad guy and keep his date with me.

Sigh.

It is December. Finally. New Year's Eve arrives and........GASP! I am completely single and stress free of MEN!!!! YESS!

I didn't mention any of the hospital or hotel creepers that followed me, cornered me in an elevator, or tried to get a kiss out of me in a dark corner. Those are just minor details in my awkward track record this year....

Now, it's 2009 and the beginning of a new Era--a new ME! No more awkward dates, no more wasting time, no more boyfriend! I am on a fast from the male species and I am loving it completely. No, I am not a lesbian, I just am a single female who is getting stuff done and saving a lot of money by being single. Really, during the holidays, it's a lot cheaper to be on your own.

However, I do face one dilemma: Just because I stay away from them, doesn't mean men will stay away from me. I still have that invisible ASSHOLE PSYCHO CREEPER neon sign on my forehead that I just can't seem to get rid of. It's like a magnet in my bones.

Damn. I'm like the Magneto of the dating world. All dangerous shiny objects stick to me ruthlessly in an unavoidable fashion.

Ah. Happy 2009 begins.

I love being stood up over text messaging.

"Hey. So, I don't think I'll be able to make it to the xmas party tomorrow night. I'm really sorry. Don't be pissed at me. I started talking to another girl and I just don't think I should go. I'm sorry."

This is the text message -- that's right, TEXT MESSAGE...not even courtesy phone call--that I wake up to this afternoon.

Here is the timeline for those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about.

In regards to the guy that I was referring to in the last blog I wrote:

On a Tuesday, we hung out, talked for hours, liked each other, it was just perfect. We have it all set up to go to this xmas party together, fabulous. A couple of days go by, don't hear too much from him, however, why worry? I know better than anyone what it's like to have a busy busy lifestyle.
Friday rolls around, hang out a little more, though not too much, and I begin to see a slight sign of a possible different (jerkish) kind of side to this fellow. But hey, he's been drinking. We'll cut him some slack.
Saturday morning -- "Oh, yeah, Tabitha, I'm gonna go buy me some nice khaki pants to dress up for this party. See you on Monday!"

Monday morning = the "I am standing you up and don't even have the balls for a courtesy call" text message.

Yes. The empty seat next to me at the party (because it's reserved for a date) and everyone's expectations that I'm bringing this guy. Luckily, it won't be too embarrassing, because I work with some awesome, wonderful ppl who could care less and love me even when I'm Bridget Jones Dateless.

But I'm just so disappointed. I can't figure it out. What happened to the cool guy that I hung out with less than a week ago? I didn't do anything wrong. How could he turn out to be such a deushbag when he seemed so great and fun?

And how am I supposed to act now when I see him at work, since he is a guest at the hotel? When he says hello or whatever, am I supposed to be all cordial and just say hey like nothing happened. I suppose that'd be the thing to do....to act like it doesn't bother or irritate me.

Sometimes I just get really tired of people wasting my time. Even if it is only a week of my time, that's a week in which I put good thoughts into someone that turned out to not be worth it.

Say What You Mean.

I know, I know. It's been a while.

Wouldn't it be great if we could just say what we mean? Most of the time, we can with our families or our best friends...but never the opposite sex, really, when dating is introduced into the picture. Even if a serious relationship isn't what you're looking for, there is still an amount of wishy-washiness involved. One moment, it's "Oh, I like you and I'll call you" and the next minute, you're wondering why your phone hasn't rang for a week. What is the deal? Why do we enjoy playing these games?

Is it always this way, I wonder? Even when you get older, is an amount of discreteness required? Why is it so unnacceptable for us to just come out and say either , "Hey, let's just hang out, see where it goes." Or, "Hey, I like you, and I want this to go somewhere important." Either way, serious or not serious, why don't we make our intentions known? Is it because we're afraid the other person won't have those same intentions? Or is it just because we have fun with these games we play with each other?

Well, it's just dumb.

Honesty never killed anybody. I don't understand why honesty scares ppl away from each other. Let me tell you, if I'm not interested in someone, or if I have different intentions than he does, I won't be a bitch about it, but I will be honest. Making someone have false expectations of you is just plain wrong.

I know this sounds like I am having these problems myself, but I assure you, it's not to this bad of an extreme. Yeah, there's a guy I know that I like to hang out with, but that's all I think of him for now. He, for some reason, is a little wishy-washy with things, and I suppose isn't quite sure what he wants. He's a pretty cool person, so this back and forth thing within a week of hanging out with him is a little annoying to say the least. Especially when I've been hanging back, just chilling, cause I am too busy to make a big deal out of anything. .. So, does this not being honest, wishy-washy thing that ppl do make these ppl deushbags, or are they really good ppl that like to be up one minute and down the next?

And you know, I know plenty of ppl who played these types of games with each other when they first met and they're now happily married or happily dating for a while. But when I think about it, if I'm gonna put my time into committing to someone, do I want this person to be all up and down? Is it always this way, even with the love of your life.

Not that I am looking for the love of my life, cause I definitely do NOT want to finish up that chapter of my life at the moment, but still....

Chill out dude, I just wanna hang out once in a while cause I think you're cool and you think I'm cool.

But can I say that? Oh no. That's not following the rules of the game. I've gotta sit back and play it cool with hopes that my frustrations and his wishy-washiness will simmer down enough to have a good time.

But this doesn't just apply to relationships, I don't think. It's everything. Work and school, daily life-to-life. Saving face never solved any problems, so why do we do this? As I get older, I don't. I cherish honesty with ppl. Ppl will always respect you -- even if they don't necessarily like you-- if they always know where they stand with you.

There is a reason for everything, and I guess that includes non-honesty, beating around the bush things. But still, it makes you wonder, WHY? it's such a waste of time to beat around the bush, you know?

Let's Talk Chickens

So, the holiday season is here!!!! YAY!!!!!

Thanksgiving was awesome this year, as usual. Love my crazy family. I got two Thanksgivings, which was cool. The first was a gathering of all the generations of the family....the location was a cousin's house--pretty much out on the farm.

I want to say first of all, I've never seen so many chicken coops in my entire life. Secondly, I did not realize that God made some chickens the size of a small cow.

No, really.

And some of them were loose from their coops. I ran back into the house very quickly.

Isn't it amazing how roosters and chickens have such small brains, yet I am scared to death of a Chicken attack by these mutant creatures my cousin owns...

Otherwise, Thanksgiving was great. It's always good to see the cousins and aunts and uncles, etc.etc. And eat as much as possible.

I just keep eating. And my mother just keeps cooking and baking. It's like she wants me to gain 150 pounds this year. I am definitely well on my way.

In other news, I saw Twilight last week. AMAZING. Not disappointing at all. Now I am even more hopelessly in love with a fictional vampire. Yes.

Black Friday I had to work. Not as busy as I expected, however there was a report of a 34-year-old man in a New York Wal-Mart who got the unlucky job of opening the doors for customers at 5 a.m. and he was trampled to death. I personally think this should be the end of Black Friday, except for an online sale, maybe. So, so sad. All his co-worker could do was fiend for himself against the crowd and helplessly watch the other poor man meet his untimely demise. So, so sad. Please keep his family in your prayers, for they'll have to deal with this over the holidays, which is especially hard.

Well, I'm still saving money, still not spending, still working a lot, trying to live up to that tightwad family standard. :-)

I just wanna say randomly that I absolutely adore my family, especially as we keep growing. I'm close to them all already, because I was born to such a young mom, I've always felt as though her brothers were my brothers and her parents were my second set of parents...But there are so many different personalities in our family, yet we all compliment each other so well, I think. I see so much sadness and distance between families in my job and it makes me feel incredibly grateful to have such real love among all of my crazy uncles, aunts, and cousins.

On another note, it's really cold outside, but the Christmas music playing everywhere more than makes up for it. I also put up a Christmas tree last night in my bedroom....Love Love Love it. I am crazy about the Christmas season so this entire month is gonna be bliss for me.

Followed by a depressing 23-year-old birthday I'll be having....still not a millionaire. Dammit.

MONEY!!!!

Well, I just shed a couple tears at an early 6:45 a.m. this morning.....

This may not seem like a big deal to a lot of people out there, but for me, it's a miracle.

I have been working my ass off for the last few months, trying to save as much as I can for school tuition among other countless bills. It's been really tough, really exhausting, and honestly, it's just really sucked not to be able to see any of that money I work so hard to make because I'm paying off past mistakes from over a year ago.

I've become slightly more frugal with my money, thanks to help and support from my mom. The whole allowance thing that was previously mentioned in an earlier blog has been in effect, though not as strict as I expected. But I'm glad. I've done really well on my own absolutely refusing to spend money in all the wrong places. I walked into my favorite store in the mall the other day and nearly hyperventilated because I was surrounded by a million wonderfully affordable things...I had to physically leave the store, which annoyed my sister a little, and rightly so. It made for an unfun shopping experience for her, but i was slightly proud of myself for resisting temptation.

I know, I know, most people don't get the addictions of a shopaholic. However, if you want a little more insight into this "disease", go read "Confessions of a Shopaholic". I really sometimes think this book was written about me. ;-)

Anyway, when I looked at my bank account this morning and saw how much I have saved--I have 1300 bucks resting in my account at this moment. (and for me, that is a feat, for the average amount used to be anywhere between $11-$250 bucks...,that is, if it wasn't negative). Of course, some of that moola will be taken away to pay bills, however, not enough to take this smile off my face.

Finally, all this hard work has paid off. It definitely makes going to work less dreadful, knowing there are rewards for it.

Wow, I feel kind of accomplished. Go me. Woo. And thanks to my mom for supporting me through all my financial woes, too.

Does it always feel this good to make money and save it? It's almost a better high than shopping.

I gotta go get some sleep eye now so I can deposit ANOTHER check in my bank account this afternoon.

God bless everyone, hope it's a good week for you all :-)

Party Poopers

So.

Does anyone else have a friend who whines and complains about absolutely everything and you can't take him/her anywhere?

Well, I've got one.

For the sake of anyone ever possibly reading this, we'll use code names . . . .we'll simply call the complainer . . . "The Complainer".

I went to WW last night with a group of people. We were having a great time, kicking back, listening to the band, mingling, etc. I was the elected DD for the night, so I wasn't drinking, but I was still having a good time. For those of you who don't know me, I adapt very well to pretty much any environment immediately, so I was completely content just hanging out with my crew. I was fine with the fact that the place wasn't super-crowded or that the band wasn't that great. There were plenty of crazy drunk ppl to watch, plenty of ppl at the bar to mingle with....nobody was really having a bad time.

And then out of the blue.

I'm sitting at the bar, chatting it up, just hanging out. Then, here comes The Complainer in all her glory.

"I'm bored I'm bored I'm bored I'm bored I'm bored! This place is horrible horrible awful disgusting lame."

You can only pretend that you don't hear somebody so many times....

Ok, I can compromise.

"Complainer, what would you rather do? Is there someplace else you would rather us go?" I ask her.

"A strip club," she says. Well, hmmmmm. Now, I have nothing against strip clubs....like I said, I can adapt to any situation or environment easily. But then, I think, strip clubs have a cover charge, right? And I am broke....

So I turn to the rest of the group:

"Would any of you guys like to go to a strip club?" I ask. I know the answer already, but to maybe....just possibly...shut The Complainer up for two seconds, I ask anyway.

"No." is the universal answer. I turn to The Complainer.

"Listen," I say. "Give me ten minutes, ok? I don't wanna just ditch everyone." She walks off.

2 minutes later, she reappears at the bar.

"I'm calling my mom to come get me," The Complainer whines. "I just can't stand this place anymore, I wanna go home home home."

I almost told her to get a cab then. But I didn't. I stalled a little longer and then we left.

Never again.

It's funny how as you get older, you find it easier to throw away those aquaintences that just aren't completely 100% compatible with you. I tend to try to look over certain ticks and flaws in my friends, but it's getting to the point where I barely have enough time as it is, so why do I want to be hanging out with ppl that irritate me? No more.

That's why my # of friends is dwindling significantly. I like hanging out with my sisters, my parents, and amazingly enough, the few friends I have left that are tolerable.

On a lighter note, the Twilight movie is coming out next Friday, and I already got tickets for my sister and I to go!!!!! :-) yayayayayayayay!!!! So excited, counting down the days.....it's gonna be awesome......

Now, where's my Edward Cullen?

I hope this offends all the right people.

Sigh.

At long last, four excruciating days after the election ended, it's time for a blog. I had to wait it out before writing this one....I had to cool off so that there was no mistaken racism or closed-mindedness beneath my text. So, here goes -- I apologize in advance for an shocking or inappropriate or politically incorrect sarcastic comments.

I am a republican. I've been what you'd call a republican leaning towards independent....however, this country is farther from ever from being an independent-party based nation, especially now. Anyway, my point is, I am a republican, and republicans are known to be the opposite of democrats--keeping mum about certain things, being politically correct, polite....not this time.

I'll be quick to admit that when I was 18 years old and went to vote for the first time in the 2004 Bush/Kerry election, I wasn't very politically savvy. I was aware of the broad scope of things...the general issues that the candidates stood for. I also obviously went in the political preferential direction that my family did....which is what all young voters do there first time. Our ideas and opinions on issues and national problems are influenced by how we are raised, and that's not a bad thing.

However, four years later, I am almost 23 years old and I've had time to figure out what I stand for and what I believe is right for this country politically. Now, let me just say that if you know me, you know that I have always gone against the grain, so to speak. One would think that since my parents are republicans, my typical rebellious self would automatically head off to the democratic party because that's how I've always done things. I like to go opposite what I'm told :-) So the fact that I am so strongly republican/independent, that speaks volumes.

Karl Marx was not an idiot. His ideals on communism in theory were genius. The only problem is that he didn't take the fallible nature of human beings into account. Wouldn't it be wonderful if we all were hard workers with unbreakable consciences? Wouldn't it be perfect if we all had huge hearts and didn't pillage, or rape or steal or murder? Yes, and in Karl Marx's theory of socialism, it could work if we were all like that.

But we're not. We're human. We're flawed and while most of us are inherantly good, a lot of us are not. Human beings can be lazy and pretentious and selfish and disgusting. And that's how it is, and that's how it will always be. Realistically, we could never survive on this idea of everyone being equal. Because everyone is NOT equal.

Oh, I'm such a horrible person for saying this, right? No, I'm realistic. It doesn't mean I'm racist or closed-minded, or snobby....it's the truth and every half-intelligent person knows this.

We could always go without government and use the whole "Strong over weak" way of life. That would definitely get rid of a lot of the problem in this country...then we could try that whole socialism way of government...not.

So now, let's talk about the Socialist (and possibly anti-christ) that will be residing in the White House for the next 4 years....

Of course I'm upset. I've calmed down a little bit, granted, but I still can't stand the thought of Barack Hussein Obama as president of America. I know, I know....McCain wants us to support him, to try our best to accept the new age of Democrats ruling over America....but I just can't...and I don't feel like I will be able to. Minimal funding for the troops? Pulling out of this war? Distributing the money we work so hard for to people who have 10 kids and won't get out of their dumpy trailers to get a job at even the local CVS? Not focusing on the global issues surrounding on new, efficient energy sources and finding ways to reduce global warming? Universal healthcare so that we can wait in line to see a doctor for 4 months???

While I'm working my 3+ jobs to support the lazier people of the nation, shall I just wait for another September 11th to occur?

This country cannot run on a non-conservative agenda. Sure, everyone wants to see civil liberties distributed fairly....but what is sad is that these kind of things are so trivial when in comparison with national defense, taxes, healthcare, education, and illegal aliens. You want to have a partial birth abortion? Sure, vote for the left side -- it will never happen, no matter what is promised. You want your two male neighbors to be able to marry each other? Okay, that day will come as well, but not now. What's more important to a homosexual couple? Being able to marry or being able to say that you know you'll wake up in the morning to see your loved ones again because the country hasn't been blown apart by international terrorists. Where are our priorities, America??????

This makes me sound like the most closed-minded biggot, but I assure you, that is not the case. I am all for gay-marriage. I refuse to have a negative or positive opinion on early abortions because I've never been in the situation to make a decision on something like that. So, as far as these civil liberties go, do what you do. But as I stated before, there are more important things going on in this country than whether or not you can or can't marry your boyfriend.

I also wanted to point out that Barack Hussein Obama is 6% black. So for all of those who made this presidential election about race, you are an idiot. I'm probably 2% black, would that have been a few more votes for me if I had run for president? This is exactly why we have the electoral college.....so that every moronic vote is not counted in a popular vote election. Oh, and for the black people I know that have thrown out "You didn't vote for Obama because he's not white"....I didn't vote for Obama because of his swaying politics, his lack of support for our troops, our large corporate businesses, and the basic Christian principles that this country survives on. FYI, I also know a few black people that voted for McCain....luckily, it wasn't all about race....oh, in a perfect world.........

And on another note, can people QUIT harping on Bush? He had a rough couple of terms, but not to his fault. Wasn't it Bill Clinton who had the chance to get rid of good ol' Osama Bin Laden? Oh, but he didn't. I won' t go too far into this, but I bet Bush is real happy now to sit back and watch the new President to make some REAL mistakes that the country can bitch about. George Bush will go down as one of the best presidents in history after this 4 years is up. Bet me money....except I won't have any money because I'll be funding trashy lazy asses on welfare. Woo! Go America!

I can't go on about this any longer, except to say that I'll probably be changing my major to Political Science so that I will be able to run for office to make a few needed changes in about 10 years. Wish me luck. Also, please go and review the revelations in your bible....crazy how distinctly similar Obama is to the anti-christ, isn't it? Hmmmm.....

Let me end this by saying Sarah Palin 2012.

God help this nation.

Don't Fall Asleep on a Dog's Bed.

Hey world,

Time for another blog.
It's been a crazy long week. Work has been a little overwhelming...sometimes these long hours, workin all the time really gets to me. I did have something to look forward to, however -- Halloween was Friday and I went to a really great Halloween party that night. I made some pretty awesome jello shooters and since you can't really taste the liquor in the jello....you realize you've had a little too much a little too late :-) Yes, I got a little sick the next morning, but I managed to drag myself to work, swearing that I will never ever ever drink again. Stay tuned on that one.
I dressed up as a witch, and turned out no one else really does the witch costume anymore -- unless they're like, 8 years old--so no one copied my costume! yay:)
I also wonder if the male species will get on my nerves forever. Sure, it's fun partying with all these really great guys, getting to know all of them ....but I so quickly just want to come back home and revert to the hermit I've enjoyed being for the last few months. Maybe because a guy just can't make a grilled cheese sandwich like my mom can or give me a neck chop like my dad. It makes me wonder sometimes if I will ever find a person to run WITH me...because I'm all over the place and I can't have a normal boyfriend, that'd get old real fast. I'm not particularly looking for anything like that at the moment....I've got too much else that I'm focused on now, but I"m such an odd girl....it's gonna take a very unique boy to keep my interest. I guess just being around so many different guys lately has made me think about that a little...hmmmm....
In other news, I fell asleep on a dog bed Friday night, so now I'm sick with allergies and a swollen throat. I know, I know, I am a genius.
In other news, i can't wait to start some new classes in January. I also found out when I went to register Friday that it will take me about 10 more years to finish college. Yay. Looks like working two jobs is in my future for quite sometime.
Ah, evil evil credit cards. Love them.
As of now, that's as interesting as my life gets. Maybe things will spice up soon....until then, buh-bye and happy late halloween/super fun time change..

Glowsticks, what the hell.

Here's a short and sweet one:
I've had a really crap weekend...I've gotten maybe 12 hours sleep total between friday-monday. So I'm a little cranky when it comes to dealing with idiots and ppl that smell.
I almost died Satuday...what's new, right? I am Tabitha, after all...Some genius brought a glowstick to show me, i was bored, starting chewing on, thinking, "oh yeah, there's a one in a million chance this tiny thing could bust". Well, guess what everyone?
It blew up in my mouth. In case you guys didn't know, that stuff is really toxic...and it tastes horrible, and i couldn't feel the entire left side of my mouth for over an hour. Luckily, i was nearby the e.r.....I was strongly advised to call poison control, but I decided against it since i really don't have that kinda time in my life....i didn't actually swallow any, so i eventually regained feeling in my mouth and I' m not dead, so I think I'm in the clear. But it sucks 'cause my mouth didn't even glow....wouldn't have even been worth it to die, with no glowing tongue.
I gotta go work now. Since that is my life and that is all I do.

Nobody better ever whine to me again about working all the time or being tired. I will push you out in front of a truck if you do. Because if I can work on 12 hours sleep in three days, and have almost died because of a damn glowstick, then you can work your wimpy 8 hour shift.
The end.

Let Me Read Your Horoscopes For You, Friends.

Well, another day, another blog.

First of all, I want to give a shout out to my dad for sending me a picture that made me almost pee my pants, I laughed so hard.

I don't care who you're voting for, that's funny.

In other news of the week:

Stayed with some friends near Helen last night, and tonight after work. Unfortunately, we did not go to Oktoberfest like I'd thought, they went today while I was at work :( , which really is a bummer 'cause i really wanted to go. But I still met a lot of cool people and it was fun, and I didn't spend any money which is really good for me. And you know what was crazy? I've been on this really selfish kick for a few months...not wanting to really seriously date, if even casually actually. I've just been focusing a lot on me and my stuff and family and I like it that way. I like it being all about me and my stuff. I really surprised myself last night though because I met a ton of really good looking, really nice guys and I just wasn't into it. I was just in my own little selfish world, doing my own thing. So uninterested. SO unlike me, usually I'm the biggest, most charming (;) ) flirt on earth, but I guess I'm just a boring old lady now.

I did learn that my mom's specialty knowledge in horoscopes has really rubbed off on me...;) ha ha, because after a few drinks, I knew everyone's sign and told them all about themselves. Even the bad things. These are a couple of quotes from Tabitha last night:

"Oh my god, that is such a Pisces thing to do! WHEN is your birthday?"

"Leo? There is NOOOO way you are a Leo, you are way too quiet."

"Oh......an Aries huh? I am SOOOO sorry for you. Everyone hates Aries."

"I'm a Capricorn, which is the most undesirable sign in the zodiac. But I have a really fantastic moon sign."

"What's a moon sign? Oh my God, I wish I had my Astrology book with me so I could tell you yours. It's gotta be a Cancer, I'm guessing....give me your number, I'll call you when I look it up."

No, really. That happened. I was out of control.

Also, I'm already bad with names, but there were so many people there, that I could NOT remember anyone's names.....so I had a system. One guy was from Miami, so his name was "Miami". One guy had on a blue shirt...guess what his name was? "Blue". "You're my boy, Blue!" That got thrown out there a lot. I also learned that I am just as bad playing pool when I've been drinking, as I am when I have not been drinking. Though I'm less obsessed with winning when I've had a few beers.

I'm such a dork and it was in action last night, BIG TIME. I'm just gonna sit back and relax tonight and be that girl in the corner. Okay, realistically, I could never be that girl, but I can try to be quiet for once in my life. Right?

On an even FUNNIER note, my mother is my personal finance director/accountant now. Yes, I have reverted back to a 16 year old whose mommy gives her an allowance every month.

Apparently, even though I am an expert on horoscopes, I can't handle money, cook, or sew. That's why I talk a lot...I gotta make up for those lacking domesticated skills.

So, I'm giving MAMA my money, she's helping me keep track of it...she's basically trying yet again to teach me to be frugal. It's like I'm an alcoholic, except it's a spending-money-o-holic. I need therapy, apparently.

Overall, it's been an OK week at work and stuff, and I'm glad I got this weekend to hang out with friends. Working all the time really weighs on me sometimes. My lovely grandfather made me a feast for breakfast this morning, too, which makes everything in life better of course:)

Peace and Love. ~

The Healthy Way of Living Sucks.

Helloooo, all, time yet again for another entertaining blog from the crazy life of yours truly...

FINALLY!
I got a shift at the hotel from 3pm to 11pm--love it! I really do meet the most interesting ppl! Especially bikers. No, not "bicyclers"....please. Motorcycle Bikers. Love them. So outgoing, so funny, so great! And my dad is one of those guys, makes me proud:)
A guest also asked me if I wanted some dinner from a restaurant he went to, which was nice. I love nice ppl.


Not a lot has been going on...my mother got me drunk last night over something she made me, which she calls a "white russian"...really what this "beverage" should be called is "Straight Vodka With A Pinch of Chocolate Syrup" . That's why I love my mother. So creative:-)

That didn't help the health kick that I'm on at the moment, which includes meal-replacement shakes and a healthy dinner entree. It's tough. I like to eat. Good stuff. Full meals. Three to four times a day. But I also enjoy wearing a swimsuit and single digit pants, so I have to pick and choose. I thought about continuing my unhealthy eating habits so I could land myself a prime spot on "The Biggest Loser", however, I'm too vain to ever let it go that far...yeah. I said it. I'm in love with myself. It's a sin, maybe that's why that random dude tried to "save" me last weekend.

I will keep you updated with my progress at getting healthier. As of the moment, I'm about to starve and really want a pizza. Like, a whole pizza.

Let's talk about my hospital work this week. Went to the crazy insane asylum next door and my co-worker decides to ask this lady who is diagnosed with DEPRESSION, among other ailments, how she is doing. Really? What do you think her answer is gonna be, genius? "Oh, I'm just fabulous, I love it here, love being tied to my bed."
No, her answer was a long, drawn out (but I will put it in a nutshell for you here) --"I hate everyone, my life, and the asshole doctors and nurses here. Oh, and I think I might have TB."

Whoa there. TB, huh? I took a step back and ran to find a nurse, just to double check on that. In case you don't know, readers, TB is TUBERCULOSIS. It kills, it's airborne. yikes.
Turns out, she really was just crazy and had a small cough.

Oktoberfest is next weekend--I'm gonna go to the festivities next Friday with some buddies, I'm super-excited...never been before, it should be interesting.

Well, I've been saved

So it's been a week or so since I've last 'blogged'...with good reason. I've been really busy with mostly work, so it's just same-ol-same-ol...nothing new to report.
It's always interesting to work in a hotel. I meet so many different people from so many different places. Tonight, I was checking in some guests here at work, when one guest came up to me and started asking me if I thought I was going to Heaven...my first instinct was to be a smart aleck and tell him, "No, I'm pretty sure I'm going to Hell in a handbasket." However, I refrained and told him yes, I was content in believing that I'd make it to Heaven. He followed up with some other religious questions, to which I was only half-listening, because I personally am not big on sharing my spiritual beliefs with other people. It's too much of a touchy subject and to each his own. However, then, all of the sudden, this guy grabs my hand and makes me repeat after him -- a.k.a., he saved me to Jesus.

It was awkward.

Ok. Do I look like I'm an inherently evil human being who needs to be saved to God? Do I come across as someone who looks as though she hasn't already formed her relationship with God and all that?

All right, all right, I know he's just doing his job --preaching/missioning his beliefs off onto people. But number one -- don't touch me, you're a stranger. And number two, I think I look like a nice girl, someone who's got it together, so why does he think I'm some big sinner that he can send straight to the Lord?
I was creeped out a little by this guy. His approach was less than, well, Holy.

The night only gets better.

Some man comes downstairs and tells me that everything in our hotel's business room is broken. The printer, the phone, the stapler........
Weird. Everything was working just fine before he went in there. So I go check it. Oh, whaddya know?!!
The phone works, he just didn't follow the BIG BOLD DIRECTIONS ON THE PHONE to dial out.
The stapler was jammed with a little staple that I pulled out in 2.5 seconds' time.
The printer door was open. I closed it. It printed.
Ha. Funny. I love really smart people like that. Love.

THEN,
Some lady calls me around 5:30 a.m. and lets me know that there has been loud, booming, heavy metal music playing above her all night and she wants something done about it. I have to bite my tongue so I don't ask her why she didn't complain about it earlier, if it'd really been going on all night. . . So, I went and checked it out. Nothing. Nada. No noise. Not even a loud breeze against the windows.

Hmmmm....

Again, people like this are going to drive me into hermit-ism. That's right. I just created that word, consider it trademarked. Smart, huh?
Not as smart as these folks I dealt with tonight though....

Also, according to a boss of mine, when I asked what was the game plan for employees if people couldn't find gas to make it to work. I quote her reply: "This isn't forseen as an issue. We're not worried about it, but will deal with it between myself and the supervisors"
Oh, it's not an issue, huh?
Interesting.
Someone tell me where the hell they're getting gas daily, since this "isn't an issue". I guess maybe my bossy doesn't have CNN or regular cable. Or maybe she has a Vespa and hasn't had to fill up in a while. Maybe she has a 10-speed bicycle, even....

I've got one word to sum up this past week:
Hermit-ism.

Won't have to worry about that "not an issue" with gas then, now will I?

Dedicated to Daddy-O.

Well, I first want to say that I dedicate this blog post to my incredibly humorous father. In his delightful smart-aleck way, he inquired excitedly as to whether I would be posting another blog tonight. So here it is, Dad! Just for you!!!!

I'm working tonight at the hotel and am faced with a perplexing question...are there any gentleman still out in this world?

Almost as soon as I got here tonight, a very handsome guy greeted me as he walked by, and then, decided to ask me if I wanted to come up to his room later. Really, sir? Really? Definitely not. And definitely not the first time it's happened at this job...
So this leads me to wonder what exactly makes a man believe that he can say something like this to a woman? We're not in a bar, we're not drinking...it's not even tolerable then, those are the guys you give the ol', "I gotta go to the bathroom" excuse and never come back.
I wasn't asking for it -- not dressed promiscuously at all, not talking, not even making eye contact with this fellow. So what made him think it was acceptable to ask for a cat call? Hmmmm...
Then it leads me ponder the thought that perhaps there are women out there who accept this kind of thing and are okay with it.

Not this lady. Ugly, inappropriate men need not apply. Even though I may look like a perfectly nice and polite girl, I don't do sympathy dates, or 'cat calls' for that matter. Thanks and have a great day.

On a lighter note, I have the entire day off tomorrow, which I look forward to filling with sleep and not spending money. Oh, isn't life grand?

Number One.

So, I'm finally doing the blog thing.

I got the idea to finally step up to the 21st century and do a blog because my sister Brandi Jo's blog is 1) pretty cute, and 2) a good way to keep up with what's going on in her life. Since I'm 90-to-nothing all the time with work and school, I don't have a lot of time to talk to the fam or friends as much, so here's my way to let everyone know all the craziness goin' on in my busy life.



As of now, I work two jobs. I am an EKG Tech at the big hospital in Gainesville, Georgia and I do night auditing for the Hampton Inn. I love both my jobs, but between them, I work about 60-ish hours a week.



At the hospital, I do a lot of crazy stuff. The job description on paper is simple -- do EKG's and hook up moniters all day long on patients. But in reality, it's so much more. I work all over the hospital, on every floor -- even in the E.R. I have to know every heart rhythm that the heart is able to beat out and I have to be able to spot a heart attack or any other critical heart rhythm in a split-second. I see everything from bloody trauma to death to medical miracles. Needless to say, it's definitely changed me as a person, both for the best, and unfortunately, not the best.



The hotel is a little more simple. Just dealing with a lot of numbers, meeting a lot of interesting people with interesting jobs. It's a really great place to network for me for when I actually have a real career and move outta Mom and Pop's house ;-) My boss is so good to me and the people that I work with are all so interesting.



Flopping from days to nights and nights to days is hard on me, but you've gotta do what you've gotta do. I'm saving money for school and other things that I need, and I'm very content with living back at home with the parents and my lovely sisters.



Needless to say, with working all the time, I don't have time for much of a social life...but luckily, because I work so much, I'm never bored, so things kind of even out. I'm still waiting to figure out what I want to do with my life, so stay tuned...