Friday, July 23, 2004

Wedding Weekend

Well, it's Friday and tomorrow's the wedding.  I've tried to think of every possible excuse to get out of it, but I just can't.  So tonight after work I'll take the train to the bay area and stay the night with my old roommate.  Then tomorrow we'll go to the wedding and MAYBE the reception.  I don't know about that yet though.  All I promised was the ceremony, so she can't get mad if I don't go to the reception.  I would love to go to the reception, if only Marine wasn't going to be there.  I really don't want to see him.  It really sucks that FBI couldn't go with me, that would've been great!  I'll definitely update you on all of this on Monday.

Nothing else is really going on.  Cop has been calling me a few times a day just to talk.  He's been really really nice.  He's even told me he loves me a few times, just like the good ol' days.  I really think I made the right decision by getting us to separate.  Our friendship has already gotten that much better.  He hasn't moved his stuff out yet, but he hasn't been staying at the apartment at all. 

FBI is going to my (and his) hometown today for a week of training.  My younger sister said that she's going with my older sister, my brother-in-law, Fireman, and FBI to a Kenny Chesney concert next weekend.  She said she wished I could go.  So do I!

Gotta go back to work, more later...

Wednesday, July 21, 2004

What to do...

Yesterday FBI called and said his friend has a Glock 23 for me, and that it's $600.  Seems like a lot, but I trust him so I said I would get it in a couple weeks.  He also said he was going to Home Depot last night to look and see what he can do for my sliding glass door.  Then he told me that I probably should tell my brother.  I tried to tell him why I didn't want to tell him, but he didn't really give me a choice.  So, I called and told my brother and, just as I expected, he started yelling at me.  First he was telling me I need to move right now, that I could move in with him and his wife, or my other brother and his girlfriend.  Ummm, one brother has a one bedroom apartment, and the other has a psychotic girlfriend.  So, thanks but no thanks.  We had a very long talk about all of this and he told me that I am NOT getting a gun.  Well, if you know me, you know I don't like being told what to do.  I can't stand it.  So this method wasn't productive at all.  Finally he made me realize that I should put that $600 towards moving to the bay area, and ask Cop if I can keep his Glock 20 just until I move, that way I can feel safe and save money to move.  This method worked, he got his way... I'm not buying a gun, and I got mine, I'll still have one while I live in that apartment.  I called FBI this morning to tell him my decision and he was supportive, he would still like me to have one just because he knows that I know how to use it if I need to, and he would feel better knowing I can protect myself.  So that's that I guess.  I do still want a gun of my own one day, but I think this is the best thing for right now.  Anyway... the wedding is this weekend, I do not want to go!  I asked my sister if showing up drunk to a church is a bad thing she replied "I'm going to go ahead and say no, because priests always do.  So no, it's not a bad thing."  haha!  I love her!

Tuesday, July 20, 2004

Ai Ai Ai!

Cop's wife is pregnant!  Yes, I said it.  Pregnant!  Again!  The baby is only 3 months old!  She found out yesterday, and the Dr. told her that this pregnancy could be life threatening for her and that if she did decide to keep it she would be on bed rest for 9 months.  So, together, they made the decision not to keep it.  Now, I'm totally against abortion.  BUT... there are 2 other very young lives in that family that need consideration as well.  Even if the pregnancy was successful, she would have to be in bed for the next 8 or so months, which means she wouldn't be able to care for the 2 little ones they already have as well as she should be able to.  And God forbid she dies because of this pregnancy and leaves the 2 babies behind with no mother.  So, in this case, I support her decision because it is for the sake of her own health, and the children that she already has.
 
Enough of that though, not much else is going on.  The maintenance guy came and put a lock on my bedroom door. =)  Yay!  I wasn't going to tell my brothers about what happened Saturday night because they're way too over protective, and instead of expressing concern they just yell at me like it's my fault.  My sister in law found out and told me I HAVE to tell my brother, especially if i'm getting a gun.  FBI is one of my brother's best friends, and he agreed with me that I shouldn't tell them because they react like assholes.  So, I'm going to keep it that way.   What they don't know, they can't yell at me for.  I sent Army another letter today, I'm going to try to write to him once a week so he's constantly getting mail.  Hopefully that will keep his morale up a little.  That's about all I have to say today I guess, pretty boring, I know.  See ya!

Monday, July 19, 2004

Love the ghetto

I never thought i'd be glad to be back at work!  This weekend had the potential to be good, but it sucked.  Friday night I didn't really do anything watched some movies and passed out early.  Saturday I went to the apartment office and took the release that Cop had signed so that I can get my new apartment.  Well, the trick in the office said that I would have to sign a new lease for either 6 or 12 months to get the new apartment.  Ummm... fuck that!  I'm not stayin in this ghetto ass complex for another 6 months or a year.  So I told her nevermind, I'll just keep the 2 bedroom apt that I live in now so I can leave in 3 months.  I haven't talked about where I live before, but believe me it's not cool.  Within the first month that I lived there a cop pulled me over and asked me if I was lost.  Then he told me that I don't belong in an area like this, so I better move because he doesn't want to take me out in a body bag.  Hmmmm... do you think I listened?  Nooooo.  Of course not.  9 months later, I'm still there.  There are shootings, fights, car jackings, tons of drugs, robberies, rapes... you name it.  The ghetto bird flies over every single night.  So, yeah, living by myself doesn't really sound appealing.  On Saturday night I was up watching TV at like 1am when someone jiggles the door knob on my front door, then they start shaking it really hard, then they start kicking it, like trying really hard to kick it in.  So I grabbed my phone, ran in Cop's room (he wasn't home by the way) and got his gun.  I called 911 and the dumb bitch was telling me to go look and see if someone got in, i was like "jesus christ you suck at your job!"  So finally, after 12 minutes the cops got there and said they didn't see anyone outside, to lock up, be safe, and call if anything else happens.  Blah blah blah... On Sunday I called FBI and told him what happened, and asked if he would help me get something to protect myself like pepper spray or a gun or something.  He asked what I wanted and I told him a gun.  He said he'll have one for me by the time Cop moves out.  He also said he will come and fix my sliding glass door, to make it safer.  God, I love him.  Ok, I don't actually "love" him, but he is great!  OH!  I also asked him about the wedding and he said yes, but then remembered he's going out of town for training on Friday so he won't be here.  He apologized like 100 times, it was very cute.  Ok, I'm tired of typing.  See ya!