Need some ME time

Hello my blog-reading friends!!

I haven't written in about a month and I do apologize for that. There has been so much going on!!! You would think I would have been blogging about all of it but I didn't want to pull my computer out to get ruined in the shit storm that is my life. I suppose I'll do some 'splainin...

J and I started fighting....

Starting a few weeks ago we had been fighting a lot. It all started when I went to a beer pong party at the ex's brothers house. J wanted to stay home and sleep and he told me to go and have fun. We had been fighting so I didn't really think of anything more than the fact that I could get out of the house and have fun. Everything was completely innocent, NOTHING bad happened and I passed out on the couch around 1230. I woke up at 2 and decided that I would be in big trouble if I stayed all night so I went home. HUGE fight!!! Like a 3 day long fight about how I stayed out too late and how would I feel if he did that with an ex , but we broke up the first time because of the fact that he hung out with his ex all the time and I was told from a couple people that they were sleeping together. When I brought that up (huge mistake) it turned into an even bigger fight! He went all types of bipolar for a few days yelling at me and then flipping a switch apologizing and saying that's not how you treat your lady. After that we never went back to happy...

My birthday was TERRIBLE....

So my birthday was the 25th. I knew I was going to get a bunch of Facebook and text message wishes because Facebook tells you when it's someones birthday... but I didn't think that was going to be it... and it was. I worked for a few hours and when my dad got there to relieve me he brought me roses and a little piece of cheesecake (he is the best daddy in the world). I went home to my nephew and J just chilling and a lame happy birthday with no kiss or anything. Then later on J was making dinner and I went up and hugged him and started crying because no one (because I no friends) wanted to do anything with me and I wasn't going to beg people to hang out for my own birthday like the lame ass that I am. I cheered up though knowing that J and I had already planned to go to the bar and have a drink for me.... but then he was all about how tired he was and how he didn't want to go now. So I sat on the couch with my nephew watching movies while J sat on the computer on his FB all night chatting to people and texting someone non stop trying to be secretive about it. I cried a lot, we fought about it, then I went to bed.

J broke up with me.... over a TEXT MESSAGE!!!!!

Seriously, a text message, and when I called him out on it he said that he attempted to call but it went straight to voicemail... W T F!! Why didn't you just change your relationship status on FB and let me just take a hint or something! And his reasons being I go out to the bar too much and buy movies and never have enough money and he needs to focus on him and his daughter. First, going out too much refers to the one night that we had been fighting about. Second, I bought one movie... from the five dollar bin at walmart... Third, he has his daughter during the week when I'm at work so I really don't see how our relationship distracted him from her. And fourth, he was CONSTANTLY borrowing money from anyone who would give it so he has no right to tell me what I need to do with my money.

I moved...

Since I moved in with him right away like a total dumbass, I had to find a place to live, like right away!! So I moved in with some friends I've known for 7 or so years and things are getting better. My friends girlfriend isn't to fond of my dog so he is outside all day while I'm at work and we go straight into my room when I get home. I'm quite down over all of this crap. I cry a lot, I don't really have any friends to talk to, and I stopped dieting so now I'm back to being this huge blob.

The silver lining..

Dakota loves living with his mama!! He is getting used to being outside and he is now COMPLETELY potty trained. If he needs to go when we are in the room he asks at the door. Even woke me up this morning at 3:30 because he couldn't hold it. I am now back to single where, if I can set my mind to it, I can work on ME! That's what needs to be done, it's just getting started is the hard part. My health, shit, my weight, shit, my personal life, shit, my attitude, shit. There's a whole lot of manure in my garden and now is the perfect time to plant some happiness and watch it blossom. And maybe down the road find a nice gardener to help.

And to end, how about some pictures!

I dyed my hair red... love it

He always has to be touching me,
 whether completely or just a paw lol

Kota and his Mama

Through the darkness there is always a rainbow

Beer pong, Batman, and Sunday dinner

Hello friends!! Did you have a good weekend??? Good I'm glad!!

Friday was a pretty boring day, I was off all day, and I did a whole lot of nothing. I'm pretty sure I hung out with the dog, and played Batman all day. Except at three when I had to go pick my mom up from work because her truck was in the shop due to the pack rats that made it their home!!! Shitty... Then after J got home we got ready and ate dinner and went to a friends house (and by friend I mean an Ex's brother and sister-in-law, weird) and played beer pong! Oh how I love that game!! The night concluded with a crying drama fest (some people can't hold their beer) and we went home and passed out.

Saturday I opened the shop then went home and, again, hung out with the dog and played Batman. J came home, I rearranged the pantry, we ate dinner, turned down a party, and went to bed. Geez, I'm getting old.

Sunday I attempted to sleep in, but Dakota sees my days off differently then I do, and woke me up around 730 with his normal bark in my ear, jump on my head, lick my face routine. I decided I should probably do something since I hadn't all weekend, so I went tweaker status on the house. Seriously, dishes, scrubbed the counters and stove, vacuumed, organized the entertainment center and desk, put all the laundry away and organized the stuff on top of the dresser and vanity, made the bed, and straightened the bathroom. I was sweating like a whore in church by the time I was done, but I was damn proud of myself. And I also caught up on my True Blood (if you don't watch it there is seriously something wrong with you) so that made it easier! Plus I'm blessed with a man that notices if I clean, so it was finished off with a compliment! :) Be jealous!!

Sunday night we went over to my parents house for a BBQ. My Daddy's bday was the 25th so it was kind of his party-ish. He wouldn't be there till around 6 so we went a little early to get dinner started. We pull up the drive way and Ma is in the back of the truck, and my nephew is pointing at the ground. AT A F-WORD SNAKE!!!!! 3 foot King snake, and Joe was playing with it like it was a damn puppy! I instantly burst into tears (for some reason I am terrified of snakes) and they let it go. They aren't going to kill it because they are waiting for it to get BIGGER to eat the rats... OMG that shit cray..... Anywhozer, the boys got everything on the BBQ so by the time Daddy got home, we just hung out and relaxed. Besides the stupid reptile, it was a pretty good night!!!

Then I went home and beat Batman. Ha!

How was your weekend??? Do you have a game you just can't put down???

Birthday, flat tire, and a killer headache.

This weekend was a doozy (yeah that's how were spelling it)!

Friday was ok. There wasn't a whole lot that went on. I went to work in the morning for only a couple hours, stopped by my apartment and did a little cleaning, then started to head on back to Cottonwood. I stopped at Maveric on my way out of town to get mom some jumbo "SmartTarts" (sweet tarts, smarties) for her birthday. I left there and not 2 minutes later my tire pressure light came on which is odd because I just got new tires so there shouldn't be a problem. I pulled over to find that I had a flat tire. I was in the middle of no where in 100 degree weather in a church parking lot changing a tire. Thankfully I know how to do so, but it sucked. It was so friggin hot!! But I did it like a champ and now have to wait for the new tire to come in. Then after J got off work we had to rush to the hospital because his EX called to say that his daughter had gotten a bad cut. It wasn't too bad, they threw some glue on it and we were done. Fastest hospital experience ever!! And she asked me for a hug and shared her jello with me... YAY ME!

Saturday was Ma's birthday. The big "22"!! Went went to Lenny's and just had some broccoli and cheddar soup. Our waitress was something else... She had only the front four teeth on the top, and the bottom were black and rotting gross, she has this crazy serial killer softness to her voice and she was just plain odd. So we left after our soup and went to DQ for a blizzard. All was well there until some guy sat next to us and kept snorting his snot into his throat. ICK!!!! We called it a day after that and I went home to get ready to go to a friends for the UFC fight.

Saturday night was WILD!!!! Everyone was drunk and acting stupid and all the guys were pumped up from the fight. Some drama started and it all snowballed from there. Boys acting like boys, people taking off, and men talking to women in a way that they shouldn't. I had warned J that it gets a little crazy but never anything like that!!! After we left, we stopped at good ol' Mickey Ds for some grub and headed home.

Puppy was zonked. Played with his brothers all night, plus trying to weave around all the people and drama.

J being a great DD :)

Sunday I was so incredibly hungover all day I did nothing but sleep, NOTHING else. J had to work all day so it was just me and Mr. Dakota on the couch watching American Dad and eating ramen. Even by the time he got home I was still as half dead as I was when he left in the morning. I tell ya, dealing with drama with alcohol in your system does not do the body good!!! So just sleep, munch, drink gatorade, and sleep. 

How was your weekend???

Alcoholic Ho Fosho....

SO........ The end of this week has become quite eventful!!! I'm really not liking the way things happen anymore, but I suppose small town drama will do that shit to you.

Lets start with Wednesday shall we??? Almost every Wednesday a few of my coworkers and myself all go to the restaurant downstairs and have "Wing and Wine Wednesday" (which is usually baked potato and beer Wednesday for me but that doesn't have a nice ring to it). Afterwards a friend and I go out for karaoke, many drinks, and boy ogling. We had tons of fun, drank a lot, she failed to have a random sexcapade in her car then came back and flirted with a gay guy (she disagreed but she was the only one), I sang my ass off... well not literally cause that ghetto thing is still back there... and then we went home around 2. Next day I was telling the girl that works next door (we are in a mall type setting so next door is like 5 feet down the hall) about my awesome night and she stopped me with all seriousness and said "I don't want to offend you, but maybe you should think about going to a class. They are really fun!" Excuse me?!?!?!? I don't think so. The only reason she even knows about them is because her boyfriend/ex-boyfriend/fiance/husband/father of her rumored unborn baby is an alcoholic with a sponsor and everything. I told her she had offended me and I walked off hoping that Barbie would put her wine glass down and smite that bitch...

So I'm an alcoholic because I go out one day a week...

Then yesterday I went to see J after work and we went to dinner (a legit date and all) then went to the bar for a few drinks just to hang out (and because of my new found disease needed to be satiated or some shit like that right?). I was freaking out because I was almost sure that my ex-dickhole would show up. I must have been tuned into my Spidey senses because sure enough he showed up. He talked shit about me all night long, and loud enough that I could hear. He sat to where he could see us all night long like a damn dirty stalker. Some guy finally called him out on it and told him to drop the mean mug (dirty looks for those who don't have an urban dictionary nearby) and he was whining about how "that guy is here with my ex-finace". Really who gives an eff!! He proceeded to get stupid drunk and talking about how bad ass he is and can fight anyone and continuously looking over at J to make sure he heard. Whatev... After we left a mutual friend informed me that he was talking shit on the good ol' drama filled FB...

Really??? First off, I was there with J, who is an ex, not some random dude. Second, who in the hell says ho fosho....  Third, learn how to spell cause honestly we are in our twenties now, you should be able to spell HURTING (but I should expect it from someone who says ho fosho) (and when did hoe become ho? when it got paired with fosho I guess) And lastly, talking about a dick hurting me would imply that J is hung, which just makes dickhole up there look like a short dick man... I don't understand the lil girl part because I am in no way a "lil" anything, and if he is referring to J's daughter, DH has a daughter too so I must be missing something.

Now I'm a "ho fosho"...

I don't understand how childish people can be sometimes. But now that I have vented to everyone (cause you know everyone is reading this shit), I do feel a wee bit better. 

I think if anyone crosses me this weekend, Barbie will put some pink glitter voodoo on a mutha fucka fosho.... I heard dat....