Senses
Favorite Sounds:Rain
The swoosh of a basketball through the net
Ocean waves
Least favorite sounds:People yelling in anger
Screaming
Car horns
Favorite Smells:Rain
Cinnabon
Fresh laundry
Least favorite Smells:Fish
Garlic
Tar
Favorite Tastes (food):Breakfast burrito
Chicken sandwich
pineapple
Least Favorite Tastes:Fish
Onions
Garlic
Favorite sight:Smiles
Ocean
Babies
Least favorite sight:Someone crying
Someone in pain
Clutter
Favorite Feelings (physical):A man's hand on my back
Hugs out of love
Kisses
Least favorite feelings (physical):Getting a tattoo
Migraines
Hangovers
Favorite Feelings (non-physical):Love
Laughter
Security
Least Favorite Feelings (non-physical):Heartbreak
Fear
Anger
Ok, now you guys copy and paste this with your own answers.
10,000
Wow, I just noticed I've had just over 10,000 hits. I know I've said this before, but it's so weird how you can think your life is so boring, but there are people out there who have clicked the link to read about it over 10,000 times. Crazy.
Anyway... not much new to report right now. The temp job I was at ended on Monday so, I was stressed about that during the whole disaster with my dad, but then on Wednesday when I finally went to the interview for a new temp job the lady from the agency called and said that the old job wants me back so I have my choice between the old one and the new one I just interviewed for. After a couple days of thinking I decided to go back to the old one because it's absolutely 100% stress free. I put in my 8 hours, and go home. The other job would be dealing with a lot of complaints and people yelling, no thanks. I definitely don't have the patience to deal with that right now and would end up telling someone to fuck themselves. So, I'm back at my old job again on Monday.
My dad is doing much better now. He is still driving me crazy, and the weird part is that I don't even know why. He hasn't done anything that especially gets on my nerves. He hasn't been grumpy, or unpleasant. He hasn't invaded my space. I don't know what it is. I think it's just a lot of built up issues that I have with him that is why I can't deal with him. I need to get this sh!t under control. I'm the same way with my mom. I can't stand being around either one of them, I just shut down and get totally depressed. I actually feel really bad because my dad has really been very nice this week since he got out of the hospital. Yesterday morning he brought me breakfast in bed, today he took me out to breakfast. The only thing I can think of that really bothers me when I spend time with him are the bad habits he has that are slowly killing him. He knows they're killing him and he still won't stop. So I feel like he's extremely selfish, and that his soda and cigarettes are more important to him than walking me down the aisle one day, and being there to see my children. I don't want to talk any more about this right now, but it definitely needs to be dealt with soon.
Chester has been really sweet this week. He's been totally supportive about everything with my dad, and just has been great all around. He sent me this cool picture of him in his last football game. He's the one about to make the pass.
He did say something really out of character for him yesterday. We were text messaging back and forth and he was asking me exactly when I'm moving back, and stuff like that so I was like "We'll see if you can pencil me into your busy schedule." I say this because he's always got something to do. Whether it's work, time with his daughters, basketball games, football games, practice, it's always something. He replied with "You'll be part of my busy schedule." Like I've said several times before, I'm not getting my hopes up about anything when it comes to him, but it was definitely interesting to hear that coming from him. He's definitely not one to say something like that just for the sweet talk factor, he does his share of sweet talk to an extent, he never talks about anything he doesn't anticipate doing. If nothing else, it put a smile on my face that day.
Sex dream
Last night I had this really weird dream. I had a dream I was in a really big master bedroom that was kind of messy. It had shopping bags, and clothes and stuff lying around everywhere. Then all of a sudden
First was there, we were flirting and stuff and he was trying to get some. At first I didn't want to, but as time progressed I changed my mind. Well, then, I started to notice I wasn't the only girl in the room. There were 3 or 4 other girls in there all jealous and glaring at me while he was all over me. It freaked me out so I started to back off of him, then he suggested we go under the bed. There was like 4 feet of space under the bed so we went under there and were about to have sex when I stopped him and asked him my name. At first he was like avoiding the question, and wouldn't answer me. Well, at that point I wanted to do it just as bad as he did so I said fuck it, made him put a condom on and we went at it in this really weird position where he was standing up and I was like half way through a back flip. It's hard to explain. Anyway, while we're going at it, he leans down pulls my head back by my hair and whispers "Your name is Elizabeth." That was SO freakin hot to me! So shortly after we finished. Then we were just hanging out afterwards, naked. He wanted to do it again, but I didn't... then I found a box of lucky charms in the bedroom that had "Happy Birthday" all over it, and that's where it ended. How weird is that???
And the week just gets better
In my last post I covered my piss ass weekend, well... the that was just a preview of the days to come. Monday was my last day at the temp job I was at. So I was busy as hell trying to tie up loose ends so the girl I replaced wouldn't be totally fucked when she got back. At about 4:30 my mom calls me from NM and tells me that my dad (who's still in town) called her because he was so sick and didn't know what was wrong with him, so my mom calls me to tell me I need to take him to the ER as soon as I get out of work. So, I got home at about 5:30, my dad met me outside and we got to the ER at about 5:45. I had an interview scheduled through the temp agency for 8am on Tuesday morning so I figured we'd be in the ER until at least 11pm or midnight, and knew I would be a little tired the next day. Boy, was I wrong. My brother Paul and his girlfriend showed up at about 7pm, after they went out to dinner. My brother Jeff showed up around 7:30 after he went home to eat and change his clothes after work. I was a little irritated that they were both able to take their sweet time, get dinner, get comfortable while I was catering to my dad's every need. At about 9:30 Jeff said he had to go home to send a quick e-mail and he would be back, obviously I knew he wouldn't. Sure enough he called from home to give my brother the play by play of a basketball game he was watching, then called me and said he was going to go to bed and said he would leave the door unlocked for when I bring my dad home. Stupid mother fucker. Paul and his girlfriend were pissed that Jeff snuck out like that, and I knew they wanted to leave too. So, at about 11pm Paul says "Hey, we should really probably go. We have to get up early for work." Hmm. That's nice. Good thing I don't have to get up at 6am for a fucking interview tomorrow you stupid fucks!!! Then they left. So, there we are, my dad and I. 5 hours later and still sitting in the ER waiting room, I had no dinner, and was still in my work clothes. At 12:30 am they finally called my dad back. He kept yelling at the staff that he needs his pain medication, and treating them like shit so I was trying to be extra nice to them to make up for it. They gave him his IV, drugged him up, did some xrays and found the kidney stones that my dad had, so the Dr. wanted to get a better look at them with a CT scan. At about 4am the nurse told me "You know he's getting admitted right?" I was like what?? Why? He said we would have to wait to talk to the Dr. later that morning. Great. You've been so helpful, you stupid fuck! Can you at least tell me that it's not critical, or something semi-comforting??? Well, they finally got him in a room upstairs at 6:30am. I sat with the nurse and went over his medical history, medications, all the stuff they need to know and by that time it was about 7:15am. Oh fuck! I have an interview in 45 minutes! But wait, I haven't been to sleep, or even home in over 24 hours, I still have my work clothes on from the day before, and I don't even know where the interview is! Guess I have to cancel. So I cancel that, and thought about going home to get a couple hours of sleep but wanted to be there for when the Dr. makes his rounds so I could hear what he had to say. So, I sat and watched my dad sleep. Jeff called at about 7:30 and was like "What the fuck? Where are you?" Very calmly I said "We're in the hospital. Dad was admitted about an hour ago." He goes "Holy fuck! You're still there??? You haven't been to sleep yet??? What's wrong with dad???" What I wanted to say "Why don't you go to hell you selfish stupid fuck!!!" What I did say: "Yup, still here. I'm not sure what's wrong yet, I haven't seent he Dr since after the xray, then they did a CT scan and admitted him so now I'm waiting for the Dr. to come to find out what's up." So he says he'll call me right back. At about 8:30 he calls and says "Do you want me to bring you breakfast? Pick you up and take you to breakfast? Or do you want to go to the hospital cafeteria?" I was starving because I hadn't had anything since lunch the day before, so breakfast sounded great. I told him we could go to the cafeteria to make it fast. He got there around 9am and the Dr. still hadn't been up so I gave the nurse my brother's cell # so he could call if the Dr came. We ate real fast, came back up, and still no Dr. At about 11am, I felt really gross and at least wanted to change my clothes, so I told my brother that I was going to run home really fast just to change and that I would be right back. He wanted to leave to, and I told him no I needed him to stay in case the Dr came so he could hear what he has to say. He was not happy. I left and was back at the hospital with in 20 minutes in fresh clothes, but couldn't find a parking spot to save my life. I circled the stupid lot for 30 minutes and couldn't find anything. I had been awake for about 30 hours at that point and was starting to feel totally disoriented, and totally on edge when my brother called and told me to go home and get some sleep, that there was no reason I had to stay with my dad. I told him I'm not going home until I talk to the Dr, that I didn't sit with him for 18 hours just to go home now right before we find out what's wrong. He yelled at me that I'm acting like my dad's dying and that I'm bringing way too much drama to the situation, I said if he wanted to go home that's fine but don't fuckin tell me what to do and hung up. About 10 minutes later, I was still circling the parking lot when Jeff called back to tell me he had left and the nurse called him right after that to relay what the Dr. said. My dad needed surgery on his kidney. As soon as he said that I burst into tears. I was just way too exhausted, stressed out, frustrated and couldn't handle it. Jeff was like "Why the fuck are you crying??? He's not going to die!" I told him I know that, but I'm just very tired and now worried. He goes "That's it. Go home and go to bed, now! I'm not asking you, I'm telling you." So I hung up on him, but decided I'd rather go and sleep a little so I could be up and back to the hospital before my dad had his surgery. I woke up 6 hours later, freaked out and rushed back to the hospital to find both of my brothers waiting in the waiting room. The Dr. came out about 30 minutes later and said everything went very well and we could go in shortly. What a relief! They kept him over night, so we went home, got a good night's sleep and I went back this morning to sit with him again. The Dr. came in around 9am and told him he's free to go home. He's doing much, much better now and is driving me absolutely crazy! I'm SO ready for him to go home. I've definitely spent well over my share of time with his grumpy ass, and now that he's well he decided to stay 4 more fuckin days and wants to hang out. I love him because he's my dad, but I swear to god I'm going to end up killing him before the week is up. I had the interview this afternoon that I had to reschedule and it went really well. It turns out the place I was working for until Monday called and said they want me back. So if I get offered the job I interviewed for today I'll have the choice of the two. They both want me to start next week. I never thought I'd say this, but I wish one of them wanted me to start tomorrow so I wouldn't have to spend the next 2 days alone with my dad expecting me to be at his beckon call. I've done that for the last 5 days and I'm over it!
I talked to
Chester several times yesterday when all the hospital stuff was going on. He was really sweet to listen to me vent and cry, and he was actually really comforting. He kept calling to tell me to go home and get some sleep, and when I finally called to tell him I was home but now I couldn't sleep he told me to lie down and shut my eyes, then described a nice long dream for me to have which totally relaxed me, and I passed out!
Today was
Cop's birthday. I sent him a Happy Birthday text message this morning on my way to the hospital and intended on calling him tonight but I completely forgot. Woops! I'm sure he'll understand. I'll call him tomorrow.
P.S. I've lived in California exactly two years today. Yay!
Top 5 reasons why my weekend sucked...
1.) I got home from work on Friday with a pounding headache to a filthy house. All I wanted to do was take some Advil and lie down when my brother called and said that my dad would be here shortly and I needed to clean the house since nobody else was there to do it. So instead of lying down I had to spend the next 2 1/2 hours cleaning before my dad got home. It turns out cleaning is NOT a cure for a headache, in case any of you were wondering. My brother and his wife came home to a sparkling clean house and never said thank you or even acknowledged it.
2.) Once my dad got in on Friday night, my other brother and his girlfriend were already here and everyone was hungry so we went out to eat. During dinner my dad was talking about the job he had just interviewed for in Fresno and is very confident that they will make him an offer, and thinks he will move to Fresno in April. (Keep in mind I had intentionally not told either of my parents that I am moving back to NM because I don't want them to start bugging me to move in with either of them) While he's talking about moving, my brother's big mouth girlfriend says "Wow, so you and Elizabeth will be trading places in April!" My dad looked at me with big eyes and asked me what she's talking about. She then realized she fucked up and was silently mouthing to me how sorry she is. So I told my dad my plans, and now (of course) he won't stop bugging me to move with him to Fresno so I can live with him and go to school there. I want to kick my brother's gf in her fat mouth.
3.) On Saturday we were supposed to go to the beach in Monterey, until my dad woke me up at 7am asking me to take him to the ER. He has really bad kidney stones and was up all night in really bad pain, but waited until 7am to tell anyone. So my brother Jeff, his wife, and I all take him to the ER, and my brother Paul met us there. When they finally called his name to go back, Jeff and Paul made me go with him because they said I'm the only one that will understand what the Dr. says anyway so I need to go and just come out and let them know what they say. So I sat with my dad in the room for 4 hours at first watching him cry in pain, then once he got extremely powerful painkillers he was in and out of sleep. My dad also has diabetes, so the nurse took his blood sugar and it was triple what it should be, and this was
after he had taken insulin and with no food in his system. Wonderful. Whenever he would wake up he insisted on telling me about his will, and who gets what, and to make sure my mom doesn't get his pension, blah blah blah. I wanted to give myself a shot of the drugs he had in order to sit through that talk. Meanwhile my brothers sat in the lobby watching cartoons and taking pictures of girls butts on their camera phones. They finally discharged him and the first thing he did was sneak to a vending machine and get a Mountain Dew. Which is exactly what you should do when your blood sugar is TRIPLE WHAT IT SHOULD BE!!!! Fuckin Einstein!
4.) Once we got my dad home later that afternoon he was still all drugged up so all he could do was sleep. I woke him up after a few hours because I realized the only thing he had consumed all day was some Mountain Dew. I took in a couple tacos my brother got for him and some water. He said he didn't want them but wanted the percocet they sent him home with. I asked him if he was in pain and he said no, so I assumed it was a preventative measure. I told him I'm not giving him any pills until he gets something in his stomach since he hadn't eaten all day. He was not happy about that. He said he had to go to the bathroom, so he went and I was talking to my sister in law in the other room. Then I saw him go back in his room and then outside to smoke. I knew he went in and took the pill that I told him he couldn't have until he ate something, sure enough that's exactly what he did. So I got the taco, went outside and told him "Looks like you're having a picnic since you didn't want to eat this inside." Then, of course, he started acting like he was going to throw up and said the one bite he took made him sick. I got so pissed! I told him it wasn't the taco, it was the pill that made him sick, which is exactly why I told him he had to eat something first! So I went inside and got him some water, saltines, and some ginger for the nausea and made him eat a couple of the crackers and take the ginger in front of me. Then the pain pill started kicking in so he went right back to sleep for several more hours. I was still really worried about his blood sugar so I told my sister in law I wanted to check it again to monitor it and make sure it doesn't get any higher, because it was already at a dangerous level and if it got any higher he would be in serious trouble. My brother got so pissed and started yelling at me that I'm making something out of nothing, and I need to leave him alone that he's a grown man and I can't cure him so I need to fuck off. We got in a huge fight, and I didn't want to get into a screaming match with him so I left and went on a long hike in these hills by the house. While I was out I called my sister Serena and told her everything that had happened and she totally backed me up, she told me I was right and if Jeff has a problem with it he can call her and she'll set him straight. After a while I went back home and Jeff calmly told me that I need to realize that my dad doesn't give a fuck about his health, isn't going to take care of himself, and by me making all this effort to help him today isn't going to make a difference tomorrow or any other day so I'm wasting my time. I told him that I know I can't cure him, I'm just trying to make sure he's well enough to travel back to NM on Sunday and that if he doesn't get his blood sugar down not only can he not travel, but he's going to need medical attention. He got pissed and once again said I'm making something out of nothing and left the room. My dad woke up shortly after that and went outside for a cigarette so I told him to give me his kit so I can take his blood sugar and he said he didn't bring it with him. He was totally lying, but it's not like I could go through his stuff and call him on it. So my hands were tied. He slept the rest of the day and night and today he was pretty much just hungover from all the pain meds he took yesterday. He was supposed to leave today at 3pm, but told us he changed his flight so he could leave on Tuesday. Normally I wouldn't mind this at all, but this pissed me off for a few reasons. He's obviously not well, and hasn't been well for a very long time but he does nothing about it. He eats horribly, never exercises, is extremely overweight, smokes like a chimney, is diabetic, has emphysema, kidney stones, and a new knee injury that he's having surgery for on Wednesday. Every single one of these problems could be under control but he chooses not to take care of himself. So, the fact that he stays here because he's not well, yet does NOTHING to try to improve the situation pisses me off because all he's doing is popping pain pills and smoking right in front of our faces to remind us of how fucking selfish he is. I gave up my bed for him to sleep in while he's here, so he takes the blanket I use to sleep with from the couch I sleep on and wraps himself in it to go out and smoke, then brings it in all wet from the rain and reeking of smoke for me to sleep with. Thanks Dad! He got irritated because he had to take back his rental car today, so he expected me to give up my car so he could keep it tomorrow. Sorry, not gonna happen. Not only do I need it to go to work, but I'm not going to leave my car to him when I know he's going to be taking his percocet and be drugged up all day. He's out of his fuckin mind. He should've thought about that before he changed his flight. He stays here because he's not well enough to travel, yet all he's doing is smoking, popping percocet, not eating, sleeping, and taking insulin yet not monitoring his blood sugar levels. Meanwhile, I'm exhausted, stressed out, pissed off, sleepless, on this uncomfortable couch, with this rotten ass blanket, listening to him cough up a lung and snore in his drug induced coma in my nice, warm, comfy bed all night, AND I have to get up for work tomorrow.
5.) It's been raining all weekend and Jeff tells me today that the sunroof in my car has been open since Friday, but he forgot to tell me until today.
In other news... Friday my boss let me know that tomorrow is my last day because the girl I'm covering for is coming back so they don't need me anymore. So as of Tuesday I'm unemployed again until the temp agency can place me somewhere else. So I've got that going for me, which is nice.
Mama's boy called today to tell me that because of his jailbait ex-girlfriend he's suicidal and under 24 surveillance by order of his therapist. Then asked when I'm moving back because he really wants to see me. With my luck it's probably so he can off himself in front of me!
Chester called today to tell me that he won his football game today 52-0. Yay.
When I grow up...
I want to be just like
this guy!
