Sick
Being sick sucks! I know what you're probably thinking, and I'm not hungover. I was actually feeling sick last night so I didn't really drink. This week has been really weird, starting with the breakfast burrito incident. I've been nauseous since then. Every time I eat, or even think about eating I want to throw up. This morning I woke up so hungry, so I went to get some breakfast and as soon as my body knew I was about to eat I felt extremely nauseous. I tried to actually eat and of course it didn't stay down. My mom thinks it's stress. Whatever it is, it sucks. So I laid on my couch watching random crappy movies this morning then took a 3 hour nap. I feel a little better now, as long as I don't think about the F word. Not THAT F word. haha! When I woke up, I felt like watching a Lifetime movie... turns out the stupid movie that's on is about a bulemic gymnast. Damn! I was supposed to have at least half of my packing done by now, that sure went down the toilet (no pun intended). Well, I'm off to light a fire and find a good movie to watch, it's rainy outside so I'm all cozy with my pillows and blankets. Hasta luego! = )
One thing did make me feel a little better today, I checked my mail and my dad (god bless him) sent me the
Southwest Firefighters calendar. (in my best Homer Simpson voice) Firefighters MMMMMMMM! They were selling them at a football game he was at, so he had one of the guys sign it, it says "Elizabeth, AFD finds "em" HOT & leaves WET!" Lord help me! So, I look at which of these fine young heroes is on my birthday month... guess who? FBI's "girlfriend"! She's the only girl in the calendar, and she's on MY month. I haven't talked to him a little bit, so I don't know what's going on with them. Anyway, I thought that was a very weird coincidence.
Interesting
I have been asking Patterson for a few weeks now if he would be able to come up here this weekend so he can meet Cop and BBQ with us. Excuse #1 was his car, he needs to get it fixed, and doesn't have the money, so he can't drive up here. So I told him I'd get him a train ticket, excuse #2 was that he had that job interview yesterday and he didn't know when he was going to have to start, could be this weekend. That didn't happen, so I asked him again. Excuse #3 was he was waiting to hear from his niece's dad to see if he could take her out this weekend. Negative. So now this became more of a game to me see how many excuses he could come up with, and I didn't really care if he came or not anymore. So negative on the niece thing, so I asked him again. Well, now that he went to the Dr. he has this medicine that he was given for his back, he took it yesterday and is still "out of it" today. So he doesn't think it's a good idea to travel today. I was like ok, well how about tomorrow morning then? This is just comedy to me at this point. He says, "well, my grandpa has a Dr's appointment on Sunday and I need to be here to take care of my Grandma for him." I was like wow, a Dr appointment on Sunday? He's really lucky to have the only Doctor, probably in the country, that schedules appointments on Sundays. So whatever, obviously for whatever reason he doesn't want to come. Which is fine. I'm over it. So I was like alright cool, this is my last weekend in Sacramento, I'm going out! = ) So tonight I'm going out with some people I used to hang out with a lot when I first moved here, they're so much fun! One of them asked to take me to lunch today, so I was on the phone with Patterson and I totally flipped the script on him. He's always the one to get off the phone with me first. Today, I told him "woops, I have to go, a friend is taking me to lunch. I'll talk to you later." So he got hit with a double whammy, one, that a "friend" is taking me to lunch which leaves a lot of mystery, and two i NEVER say I'll talk to you later, I ALWAYS say something like... i'll call you when I get back, or I'll call you in an hour. So he was totally thrown off guard. I hung up and went to lunch with my friend, while we're eating, he calls and leaves a message. Then on the way back he calls again, so I pick up he acts sweet as ever "Hi baby, what are you doin?" I was like, I told you I was going to lunch. He goes "Oh! That's right, this damn medicine is messing with my head. Anyway, I just called to tell you I miss you..." Then he starts small talk. I was like "Hey, I'm still with my friend right now and I'm being rude by being on the phone. I'll talk to you later." He goes "Oh, um, ok. I'll call you in like an hour or so then. I love you." About an hour later he calls and tells me he might be able to come for the weekend. I was like "Don't worry about it babe, you stay home and take your medicine and take care of your grandma. You never know if your job, or your niece's dad may call, so you should stay home and wait for that too, plus it's really not safe for you to travel while you're taking those pills. So you just stay home." He goes, "Well, what are you going to do?" I told him I have plans to go out, and the BBQ and stuff. All stuff he shouldn't be doing while he's on the medicine anyway, so it's good that he has so much stuff going on at home so he can stay there and take care of everything. I could tell that really bothered him. But ask me if I give a fuck. Then I told him I had to go so I can finish up at work and go to Happy Hour. He was like "Happy Hour? Um, ok. Have fun I guess. When will you call me?" I told him I wasn't sure, but if he doesn't hear from me until tomorrow or Sunday don't worry because I'll just be in and out and really busy all weekend. He was pissed, but couldn't say a damn thing, so he goes "Ok, well, be careful... I'm gonna miss you, I love you." HHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHHAAHAH! Payback's a bitch! Today is good, today is very very good.
Makeover
My blog needed a little pick me up, it wasn't very pleasant to the eye. So, I gave it a makeover. Hope you like it, if not... shove it up your @$$! ; )
Mind your F*@#!N business!
You all know what kind of mood I'm in today... well, just to make things better I went to lunch today and got a breakfast burrito from this place around the corner. It was bad, really bad. So after I ate I felt really nauseous and gross. I sat in my car for a little bit waiting for the feeling to pass, but it wasn't, so I came into the bathroom at work and made myself throw up. Better that, than sitting here feeling sick all day. So, while I'm in there the new girl walks in and was like "oh my god! are you making yourself throw up in there?" I came out and told her exactly what happened, and she didn't believe me. Which I could really give a fuck if she did or not, it's none of her business. So, I go back to work and a little while later Patterson calls me. She answers the phone, and I can hear her whispering to him and telling him what I did. So as soon as I get on the phone he went off on me about being anorexic, and bulemic, and want to know if I realize how badly I'm hurting myself, and I need help... blah blah blah. Let's get one thing straight, I do NOT have any kind of eating disorder, and I was fuckin PISSED at this dumb broad for sticking her nose where it doesn't belong. So, now of course, Patterson doesn't believe me, and I'm going to hear it about eating even more and probably get followed to the bathroom like a fuckin heroin addict. To top it off, throwing up didn't get rid of the stupid nauseous feeling. I'm going home to sleep.
Bad mood
I don't really have a way to describe this week, it hasn't really been a good one... but for no particular reason really. I think maybe I’m just kind of going through all the emotions of moving. I’ve been pretty depressed the last few days, stressed out, irritated… I thought, I mean, I know this move is the right thing to do, and I am glad I’m doing it, but at the same time I’m really sad to go. You all know I’m the 4th of 5 kids in my family, and being that I’m close to being the baby… they still treat me that way. That was part of the reason I moved away from my whole family in the first place. To show them, look! I’m a freakin adult! Every single person in my family doubted me and placed bets on how long I could last on my own. Well, I proved them wrong. Nobody ever thought I would last 2 years out here by myself. My brothers are still protective as ever, telling me what I should and shouldn’t be doing out here, where I should live, where I should work, who I should not date. I’m used to that though, I just smile and nod, then come home and live my life. But now, I’m moving to San Jose, near them. Part of me is SO excited to have them around again because I really couldn’t ask for better “big” brothers, but the other part of me doesn’t want to lose that feeling of independence I have out here away from them. I’m sure gonna miss that. I’m also worried about my mom. She’s separating from her boyfriend, and she doesn’t have anywhere to go. So she’s staying with some random “friend”. She was in a car accident this week too, so now she has a busted ass car, no money, no place to live… all because this low-life, con-artist, bastard, wanker, shmuck decided to convince her she needs to leave my dad so she could support him, and they could live happily ever after. Almost 3 years later, she has nothing. That’s just fuckin great. My mom is a good woman, a little crazy at times, but a good woman. She’s never touched drugs, doesn’t drink much, she’s an R.N. Her biggest fault is that she has too big of a heart, and trusts people too easily. She’s 54 years old and very naïve, which made it very easy for this cock sucker to take advantage of her. I would love nothing more than to beat the piss out of him, the kind of beating where his mom couldn’t identify him. I don’t feel like posting much more on this… but you get the idea.
Cop and his wife are coming over this weekend with the babies so we can BBQ before I move. I’m so excited to see them, but sad too. He’s another thing I have total mixed emotions about. We’ve been best friends for 8 years, everything really couldn’t have been better between us right up until like March of this year. He and his wife got back together when he was living with me (platonically), and our friendship crumbled into the fiery pits of hell. We had a huge falling out, he moved out, and we both had a silent agreement that we were never going to speak again. I’m a stubborn Taurus, so as much as it hurt, I wouldn’t call him if my life depended on it. Then one day he called crying, apologizing, and saying how much he loves and misses me. He even said “That was the hardest break up I’ve ever had. Even worse than the ones with my wife!” So, we squashed everything, and our friendship is back to normal again. Now I’m moving, and probably won’t see him more than a couple times a year, if that. I told him I really want him to meet Patterson so he can tell me what he thinks. He said “I don’t need to meet him, he’s already on my shit list for not going to the hospital that night.” He’s really good at reading people, so I would love for them to meet so he can tell me what he thinks. But, I don’t even know if Patterson can come out here this weekend, he has a job interview today that he thinks he might get, and might have to start this weekend, he also might get to take his 5 year old niece out this weekend. So, I’m not holding my breath for him to come.
Things with Patterson have been pretty good this week. As good as they can be considering the distance. He’s been calling me at least once or twice a day. So I have to give him credit for that. I’ve been so stressed lately, just about everything, and my body doesn’t handle stress well at all. I think I’ve talked about this before. Anyway, when I’m stressed I just don’t have an appetite, and I don’t eat if I’m not hungry. So he’s really been nagging me about eating for the last couple weeks. It’s driving me nuts. He eats like a freakin horse, which was fine when he was in the army when he was exercising every day, but now he’s a couch potato so the 3 burritos he eats for lunch don’t go anywhere but to his waist and ass. I’ve tried to gently hint that he should start getting back into working out, but he’s having no part of it. After seeing his 400lb Uncle this weekend, I got a little scared. I don’t know how to tell him though. He’s gaining fast, and it’s not cute. So anyway, he’s been nagging the hell out of me about how I need to eat more. He tells everybody too. He told his whole family how he has to force feed me to make me eat, he even told the guy at Carl’s Jr. that! I was like are you fuckin KIDDING ME??? He doesn’t by any means have to force feed me, I eat when I’m hungry. Then he even told me “You know when you skip meals, your body stores fat and it just makes you get big.” I felt like saying “Well, it does the same thing when you eat 2 McChickens, 2 double cheeseburgers, and a large order of fries for lunch!” I know he has good intentions, and is only doing this because he cares, and I know I’m being a bitch, but it really irritates me when he tells other people like his family, or the guy at Carl’s Jr. shit like that.
Oh yeah, and work sucks. Only 6 1/2 more days.
Sorry for such a negative post, but that’s pretty much all I’m feeling this week. Things will look up soon, I know it. I just wish I could fast forward to that point in time.
My Weekend
It went really well! My train got in at like 6:00, he picked me up from the train station and took me to dinner at this little chinese place. He was in a really good mood, and was totally playful, so it was fun. Then we went back to his Aunt's house, where he lives. Nobody was home, so as soon as we walked in his room I locked the door and I violated him! haha! Well, the bad part is, it's been like 2 weeks and I caught him way off guard so it only took about 2 minutes to get the job done. I never used to like being on top, but with him it's fun. I love watching his face, and whispering in his ear. It's a great way to finish if he already took care of me and I'm tired, I can just hop on and in 2 seconds he's done. Anyway... after that we watched a movie, had some more sex, then went to sleep. Oh... his aunt has 2 kids, a 17 y/o girl and a 10 y/o boy. Well, the 17 y/o (that I've never met) came home at like 10pm with one of her friends, we were in the kitchen gettting something to drink. She walked in, looked at me, then asked him right in front of me, "Does my MOM know she's here?" He was like "yes, I told her yesterday that she's coming." She goes "I don't think so, she called me at work all pissed off because she doesn't want her here." He was like "She did not, I just told her yesterday and she was fine." She goes "Well, you need to talk to her before you guys get to comfortable staying here." So we went in his room and called his Aunt, she got pissed and said that was all bullshit. She said that she's out of town for the weekend and his cousin was just mad that we were there because she wanted to have her friends over to drink. So, she tried to start shit so we would leave and she could have her little party. His Aunt called her the next day and ripped her a new one. It was pretty damn funny. Anyway, the next day we took his car to the shop to get fixed, then spent the day at his Grandpa's house. His Grandpa, Grandma (who is terminally ill and doesn't talk or get out of bed), his 2 uncles, and 2 little cousins were all there. They were all so nice. I love his Grandpa! He was so cute! He was showing me all the woodcarvings he does, and all his little trinkets he collects, so I spent like an hour following him around the house while he showed me all these little things. You could tell he was just happy to have someone new to talk to, and I was happy to listen. He reminds me of my Grandpa that passed away. Then he goes "So, when's the wedding? You better keep this one while you've got her mijo, don't let her get away." It was so cute. His Uncles were cool too, very friendly. His 2 little cousins cracked me up. They are two 10 year old little boys. So spent the whole day either staring at me or trying to compete for my attention. I wasn't sure what it was going to be like there, but it was fun. Patterson was great, didn't act weird at all. He was still affectionate, and all that. He just kind of played monitor, so when he could tell I was getting a little overwhelmed being pulled every which way to get shown something or talked to, or whatever... he would tell them to let me breathe. I was exhausted by like 7:00, so we went back to his Aunt's house and slept for a little bit, we woke up at like 9:30, had sex, took showers, then watched movies and went back to sleep. In the middle of one of the movies he goes "Would you ever make a movie with me?" I told him no. When, I actually would, if we were married. I just don't feel comfortable doing that with someone who I could break up with and he has these videos of me. No thanks. But I just left it at no because I didn't want to hear the whole "you don't trust me?" crap. He bugged me about it for quite a while saying stuff like "I would try just about anything you want me to. I wouldn't do any gay shit, but anything else I would try." I was like "well that's really good, but we're still not making a video." Sunday morning we woke up, had sex again, then got ready and went out for the day. We went to the mall, to lunch, and to play miniature golf and ride go-carts. Across the street there was this huge corn maze, so we went through that which was really fun. He put his Army navigation skills to work and got us through it while I just followed him and watched for serial killers in the corn. After that we had a quick dinner and he took me to the train station. It was a good weekend overall, much better than I expected.
