RACHWELL

Missing Cali

2006-02-15T12:25:00.000-08:00

So, I know, this is totally stupid and I am such a brat, but quite honestly, I hate not living by the beach. To be totally honest...it fucking sucks monkey balls. Perhaps I am especially bitchy today or the cold weather has given me a nasty case of SADD but for crying out loud I miss California. I miss the perfect weather, the laid back attitudes, and the freedom to run on the beach at any time of the day. Instead, and no offense to those also in Georgia, I am stuck suffering at a job with unflexible hours that requires me to be inside all day (I know that is normal for most people) and even if I could be outside the weather isn't worth shit. I hate coats, sweaters, and close toed shoes and these last few months of having to suffer through them has just about killed me. Anyone else like this? I think I am particulary lazy in the winter, I sit inside because my inner Californian will NEVER get used to cold weather, nor will I ever subscribe to the idea that winter is a season that I was meant to live in.

So, here I sit, pissed off that I am not by the beach, at least close enough to jog on it every day. Thank God Jeremy hates cold weather as much as I do and is willing to one day move me to the beach. Stupid to be thankful for something like that? I think not, it just makes me love him even more for understanding me. And even as I sit here and bitch thinking of him just brings a huge smile to my face...I have listerine available for all of you that just threw up in your mouth, no worries.

Yeah, Valentine's was great, we didn't do anything more than little cards but what he wrote in the card meant more than buckets of flowers. I am so proud of him for getting a job in radio, now hopefully he can find a major radio station in a much warmer environment with a beach close by. No raise for me yet, but we are still hoping and I am too damn stubborn to quit, my job does afford me some VERY nice amenities.

MIA

2006-02-08T08:33:00.000-08:00

Things have been interesting this last month that I haven't been around. I am a shmuck and I feel terrible for not keeping up with everyone and I really don't have a good excuse. I guess you could just call it lack of motivation. Things have been busy but not super busy, I just can't always find the motivation in myself to get my ass up and going. Jeremy is doing wonderfully, he was just hired at a radio station to do various jobs and such. He wants to do audio production for a living so this is a great start. They hired him right after the interview and he starts next week. It's bittersweet for me. I am so happy for him and thrilled for him to be doing what he wants to. It's a bit scary, we have such a limited amount of time together right now I can't imagine once he transfers to the Art Institute of Atlanta and still works full time at Best Buy and then adds on working at the radio station. It's like I said, very bittersweet. I have a feeling that the one day we have that is just for us will be gone, and the rare times I see him during the week will totally disappear. I trust him to make time for me, but once a week is hardly enough. I know I come before the job but how could I ever expect him to sacrifice the job he wants to spend time with me...I can't, and I won't. I will stand behind him the whole way, I guess it's just time I learned how to really put his needs before mine and to sacrifice a little.

Friday Night Movie

2006-01-06T05:46:00.000-08:00

I love Russ' face in this picture...it makes me laugh every time.

This is Jeremy's favorite picture...he tells me how cute it is all the time. He is such an odd little guy.

And here are Sarah and I, 2/3 of the Green Light Girls, we were trying to take a little break from the party.

Ok, so here is my real post and first off I must say to my dear Tiffany..."Don't tell" because you will know EXACTLY where I got this from but I am curious to see if there is anyone else out there with our spectacular taste in movies. For those of you who know either of us relatively well you have probably heard or read references to this movie or quotes from it. So, I say to all of you, "Hey fuckass, get me a beer!" and let's see who recognizes any of this.

First, the prayer:
And shephards we shall be, for thee my Lord for thee, Power hath descended forth from thy hand, that our feet may swiftly carry out thy command, we shall flow a river forth to thee, and teeming with souls shall it ever be. In nomine, et filii et spiritus sancti.
(the Latin translation of that is, "in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit")

Second, one of my favorite parts of the movie:
C-Now you will receive us.
M-We do not ask for your poor, or your hungry.
C-We do not want your tired and sick.
M-It is your corrupt we claim.
C-It is your evil that will be sought by us.
M-With every breath, we shall hunt them down.
C-Each day we will spill their blood, 'til it rains down from the skies.
M-Do not kill. Do not rape. Do not steal. These are principles which every man of faith can embrace.
C-These are not polite suggestions, these are codes of behavior, and those of you that ignore them will pay the dearest cost.
M-There are varying degrees of evil. We urge you lesser forms of filth, not to push the bounds and cross over, into true corruption, into our domain.
C-For if you do, one day you will look behind you and you will see we three, and on that day you will repent.
M-And we will send you to whatever god you wish.

That scene gives me chills every time...so if you figure it out or already know it good for you. It's one of my absolute favorite movies.

And just as a side note...Rico, dude, the Hassidic Jewish rapper has gained so much popularity, I hear about him all the time now. I can never remember his name but I remember your post about him and laugh every time I hear someone talking about him!

Catching Up!

2006-01-03T12:28:00.000-08:00

Jeremy's Pops and I having a few drinks together, his margaritas are THE best.

Me, Patty, and Clay New Year's Eve.
Jeremy and I early in the night on New Year's Eve...it was a great night.

Those are just a few of the pictures from New Year's Eve, we had a great time. It was a bit of an early night but it could not have ended better. I hope everyone had a great New Year's and those resolutions are already working!

OH, yeah, for any of you on myspace.com...Jeremy signed me up for it and I am not quite sure how to request friends so if you are on there look for me. The link is www.myspace.com/casurfergirl813 if you want to check it out. Jeremy has done a great job with it and I am clueless but having fun with it anyway.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

2005-12-23T08:50:00.000-08:00

I have ten minutes left before I leave work for Christmas but I plan on writing this weekend...I just wanted to tell everyone Merry Christmas!!! And if you are celebrating something else this holiday I wish you a Merry, Happy or anything else. I love all of you guys so I wish the best for everyone this weekend! And just for the record my mood improved and I had on of the best weekends ever with my Jeremy.

XOXOX

Shitty Mood

2005-12-16T07:58:00.000-08:00

I am in the worst mood today, I started off fine but something I would normally brush off hurt my feelings and now I just want to sit and cry. I feel like a crazy person but I guess it's one of those things. There is a big party tonight and I have been looking forward to it, but honestly I don't want to go. I don't feel like drinking or being around anyone drinking, which isn't really normal for me. I know if I go I am going to want to stick by Jeremy all night and that would just end up a bummer for him. Not being in the mood to drink can always be cured, but I don't want to go for another reason. Someone who supposedly was my best friend is going to be there. We were close, and it was great, but the second I stared dating Jeremy it fell apart. Now, everyone offers their opinion and a few of the ones I have hear are, "He misses the attention", "He was harboring feelings", and "He is jealous". Fine great whatever! Time to move the fuck on and get the fuck over it. I understand any of those but I also understand how to treat a human being. Those are the worst excuses I have ever heard for turning your back on someone and treating them like shit. I am tired of people saying, "screw him" and "just ignore it"...I can't. I can't ignore that someone I care about doing things to hurt me. I can't be around him without keeping my guard up, I always end up having to listen to him tell me why I am a bad person and why I suck. Well, fine great whatever I could deal with that if I was mean enough to do it back. And yes, I know enough things that would shut him up for life but do I say anything NO! I keep my fucking mouth shut, not because I am a bigger person because believe me I would love to shut him up, but because I would hope that I am a better friend than him. I may not always be the best person, but I sure as hell don't treat people the way he treats me. I have so much anger but in the end it covers up so much hurt that I hide from people. From the mutual friends we have and even from Jeremy. So yes, I could say "fuck him" and have a good time, but in the end it gets me nowhere. Maybe I will go tonight and maybe I will just send Jeremy with my best wishes, but in the end I just want someone to understand how much he fucking hurt me and why it's so hard to be around him.

Sorry, I know I should be happy on a Friday, but right now I feel like shit. Hopefully some redbulls at lunch will do the trick.

Success is Sweet!

2005-12-14T05:30:00.000-08:00

Well, I must admit that I have had extreme success in shopping, I found the exact top I was looking for. Simple but elegant. I bought an off the shoulder black top that is fitted and has a wide band aroud the bottom of the shirt that hits just at my hips. I am thrilled, it's pretty much exactly what I wanted. I also was happy to find a few things at Nordy's that I can wear to work that actually fit and don't look like I am wearing someone else's clothing. Needless to say I now have my Christmas party outfit, my Christmas eve outfit (Christmas day is spent in pj's), my work party outfit, my New Year's Eve outfit, and my outfit for Jeremy's birthday. Whew, that is a lot of days to have covered but I, being a super shopper and my mom being super patient and go to EVERY store with me, was successful! Horrrrrayyyyy!

Bad news...I am so broke right now, the bank account has dwindled to an unacceptable level. I like to keep a large cushion but with all of my Christmas shopping I have gotten a wee bit ahead of myself. Good thing I get paid tomarrow. No, I am not worried about not being able to pay my bills, but I still don't like the feeling of not having lots of extra money for an emergency. A rather decent chunck came from being sick since I spent a ton of money on the stupid perscriptions that my whore of a doctor perscribed that were not covered by insurance and had no generic. Needless to say, that sucked. So, here's to sitting with my fingers crossed praying that I get a Christmas bonus and perhaps a raise in January. I can hardly believe I have been at this job for a year January 17.

If you want a good laugh today and you aren't easily offended by "off color humor" look at Jeremy's website. If you are easily offended don't listen to what he has posted, we get a harmless laugh out of it but not everyone understands our humor.

Is it just me?

2005-12-12T10:37:00.000-08:00

Is it just me or does this Christmas season seem to be flying by? Perhaps the fact that Christmas is in 13 days is just a bit much for me to handle. Don't get me wrong, I am going to be thrilled when attempting to go to the mall, watch a movie or eat in a restaurant isn't a five hour event, but still it seems to be going too fast. Just a thought...

So this weekend I decided that while Jeremy was at work I was going to attempt to color my hair. We have a party Friday night and we are going out with Jeremy's boss on Saturday so I thought, hmmm, I should look nice. So I pick up a box of hair dye I normally use and I attempt to color my hair. Keep in mind that I am a baby and I usually get my mom to do this for me, it's not as simple as it seems (at least for me). So, I prepare myself for the coloring process and for the first 30 seconds it actually seemed to be going well. Until I tried to do the back and when your hair is long it's not so simple. In the process of trying to color evenly I accidently drop the bottle of hair dye and the damn stuff went EVERYWHERE. I finish coloring my hair and washing it off my face, ears, neck, shoulders, back and random spots on my legs where it splattered. Then I set to cleaning the hair dye off the places it splattered on...not so easy as I found out the next day. Jeremy was standing in the bathroom with me while I was getting ready and started to look around, and oops, I missed a bunch of spots. I actually got it on his bedroom walls as well as the bathroom walls. Yeah, I know, I am a total dumbass. So now there are permanent brown spots all over the walls and random other place and I feel like a total retard. He however got a pretty good laugh out of it. Leave it to me to screw a ten minute hair dye up. But, I will say that the color came out decently well. Now I just need a tan.

And for all the ladies out there...I am having the worst time finding outfits for the Christmas party and the thing with J's boss, any ideas. I don't want to look overdone or underdone. I looked all over for a cute off the shoulder shirt that isn't going to look like I bought a sweater 10 times my size...any ideas? And guys if you know, feel free to lend a suggestion.

Being sick sucks ass

2005-12-06T08:52:00.000-08:00

Yeah, so my stupid receptionist that I normally like came in to work all last week very sick...so guest what? Yep, now I have the crap she had, and to my great benefit still has. Which to me means that this shit it going to take forever to get out of my system. UGH! The last time I got sick I was in bed for two weeks and I wanted to die. I have been sick 3 days and I am begging Jeremy to shootmeinthefuckingface. At least my boss let me sleep in and come in a little late this morning but still I feel like poo and I want to go home and go to bed. Looks like I might be making a special trip to Dr. Mom's this evening...

Hope all of you are healthy and stay healthy. From what I have heard the crap going around right now is a bitch to get rid of and knocks you off your feet for days...just what I need right before Christmas!

Love you all-have a GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREAT day! (In the style of Tony the Tiger of course)

Christmas Shopping Freak

2005-12-01T08:52:00.000-08:00

It has recently come to my attention that I get a high out of shopping. I am sure there are millions of people out there just like me, they find the act of shopping simply exhilerating. However, I have one odd little quirk about my shopping euphorias...I get high off of shopping for other people. Odd, I know, sad, definately, true, without a doubt. I LOVE shopping for other people and getting something that I know they will love. Finding that one gift or twenty gifts that will light someone's face up. I have outdone myself this year. I began shopping weeks ago (closer to months I guess) and I am almost completely done purchasing what needs to be purchased. And now I can hardly wait for Christmas morning when I get to give these things away. But added to my Christmas shopping this year is the fact that today is Jeremy and I's six month anniversary of officially being together, Jeremy's birthday is Jan. 2, and Heather's birthday is Jan. 3. So I have been a shopping freak, and I have been getting into lots of trouble (and I really will this weekend when I give J a little something for our 6 months, it's nothing big but it he is taking me to dinner I can get him a little gift right?). Every time I go shopping I tell Jeremy that I found lots of stuff and he continuously tells me to stop buying him things, but I can't. It's such a compulsive act, I see something I know he will like and I just can't help myself. My clothes are falling off me because in the last month I have lost about 10 pounds, but I haven't bought any new ones because I don't want to spend the money on myself. Finally, mom dragged me to Nordstrom's and made me purchase a few pairs of jeans that actually didn't sag off my body...YAAAY for mom. Then as I am in the mall I walk by my favorite store to purchase certain things and low and behold I am purchasing Heather's birthday/Christmas gift (hehehe). And yes, I am lame for lumping them together but it's worth it, otherwise it's two dinky gifts instead of one she will love. And then there is shopping for the moms and pops which gets harder every year because they buy everything they want...so damn them I have to come up with something super creative, but I think I have it. My dad's birthday is Monday and he is getting stuff mom and I collaborated on.

And no, I am not on crack, just over caffinated with nothing to do...I miss missed all of you dearly and I am working ever so hard to get caught up with everyone's stuff. Have a great day!

2005-11-11T09:19:00.000-08:00

No, I haven't dropped off the face of the earth but I have come pretty damn close to it. Things have been so busy around here with the death penalty case...I am sure it was all over the news for those of you in the Atl. area. Wesley Harris was found guilty on all charges, the two main charges were murder in the first degree (two counts) and kidnapping (2 counts). The jury voted 10 for the death penalty and 2 for life in prison without the chance of parole which means he received life without the possibility of parole. The death penalty was our main job, we had the responsibility of keeping him off death row and we suceeded. The trial and sentencing has just worn me out completely, emotionally and physically. And now we are thrown into the middle our our murder case so I spend days and nights keeping up with regular work and attempting to read, interpret, and organize five 4 inch binders full of information. So, please, don't think I have forgotten about everyone, I just don't have any energy or time right now to do anything but work. Sorry to those that I am neglecting-H I promise, soon life will go back to normal.

Have a lovely weekend!

Now Introducing...

2005-10-31T10:58:00.000-08:00

For some reason this is the only picture I can upload...but it's one of my favorites so it's cool. I don't have much time today but I wanted to at least get one of the newest member to our family...this is Lil Bean, LB for short. She is the cutest thing ever and Jeremy and I are totally smitten with her. More pictures to come when Jeremy is done sending them to me.

That is Jeremy with one of the guys he works with...and yes, that is the Ninja Turtle costume. His brother came in a little boys Superman costume. They both looked hysterical.

Jeremy and I before the night really got started...if you can't tell we are still halfway coherant for the picture.

And last but not the end...me and my girls, Sarah and Meri...yes, at this point in time we were all drunk. Party was okay, we have had better, but still a night to remember.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!!

Can You Handle This?

2005-10-28T07:04:00.000-07:00

So, I have been MIA and I apologize for that. Work has been absolutely nuts and I haven't had a moments time to breathe. But I do have some pretty exciting news. It looks like Jeremy is getting a new puppy that is the same breed as Beau (Jeremy's dog in the above picture). At first I thought it was a horrible idea and we argued back and forth for two days on whether or not he should get her. I finally caved and now I am trying to make the best of it. Not that it's very hard since he is naming her what I was going to name the kitten I found that my mother gave to the neighbors. Her name will be Lil Bean, or LB for short and I am claiming half of her as mine. We are going to go pick her up on Sunday evening and I am really starting to look forward to it. I mean really, how could I say no to the boy who drove an hour just to bring me crackers and flowers at work because I didn't feel good? Yes, that's right ladies and gentlemen, I can't.

It's for the lack of being able to say no to Jeremy that I am going as Strawberry Shortcake to our Halloween Party this Saturday. I let him pick my costume out...I guess I was kind of asking for trouble but I couldn't decide what I wanted to be so I made him decide. And what is he going as you ask? A teenage mutant ninja turtle, but not just any tmnt, oh no, he is wearing a little kids costume. Does he fit in it...no. It's a size 12 for little boys and it's absolutely hysterical to watch him try and squeeze in to the costume. The way it looks we could have painted him green and sent him off to go trick or treating instead. Should be good times had by all. I can't wait for the party, hopefully it won't end like the last one. Hope everyone has a great weekend!

Can we say drunk?

2005-10-19T05:38:00.000-07:00

Can we say drunk in this picture...Po is tanked, I am trying to kiss his cheek but falling over in the process and Jeremy is looking at the camera with a shit eating grin on his face...what a night.

Here is how Friday night went...
Get ready.
Get to Po's house.
Jeremy makes margaritas.
I take a shot of some Godiva liquor.
Jeremy makes more margaritas (In our four margs., 2 each, there was half a bottle of Cuervo).
I finish my second margarita.
Get mad about something stupid.
Jeremy fixes me.
Jeremy wins a chugging contest.
Sarah and I take Watermelon vodka shots (not recommended).
Sarah, Jeremy and I all toast with Strongbow's.
Patty gives me all the fruit in his "Hunch Punch".
I stupidly eat it all forgetting that Everclear ALWAYS makes me sick.
We go outside and...take care of my glaucoma problem (only happens 3 times a yr. and this was one of them).
Jeremy, Clay and I sit in Clay's room and scream, "The world's five greatest rappers are Dylan, Dylan, Dylan, Dylan and DYLAN!" (Dave Chappell's show)and promptly scare the shit out of some kid who accidently walked in.
Sarah and I finish off Jeremy's last two Strongbow's.
Jeremy decides he will die at any moment if he does not get food.
Kendall (our DD) says no, he is not stopping on the way home for food.
Jeremy gets pissed.
Everyone tells me to take his keys, I laugh...as if I could wrestle the keys from him and I know he won't drive.
Jeremy gets mad because people are treating him like a baby.
We leave.(Kendall drove)
Get home, get in bed, get out of bed and sit on the bathroom floor.
I have a lovely conversation with the toilet and Mr. Cuervo.
Jeremy sits on the bathroom floor with me and wonders if he can put his head through the cabinet door.
Saturday morning...Jeremy and I swear off of the Tequilla for a few months.
Needless to say, Saturday was very rough. Hopefully that explains the extreme intoxication in the above picture.

Busy Little Bee

2005-10-18T05:23:00.000-07:00

I hate being so busy that I don't have time for anything else but work, but so goes the life I suppose. Things have been good, I am still stressed with work but I think that is just something I will have to accept. Has this month felt abnormally long to anyone besides me? I am not sure why it seems that way to me, but it just seems like October may never end.

The picture up there is Schwartzy and Patty. That pic was taken last week at Patty's birthday and this week it's Schwarty's birthday. So here I go again, staying out late and waking up at the crack of dawn...and why do I do this? Ummm, not sure yet. Hope everyone's week is going well. I am still reading everyone's blog...even if I don't have time to respond.

Emotional Rollercoaster

2005-10-10T05:54:00.000-07:00

Is it just me or does anyone else just have those days where it is all they can do to keep from bursting out into tears over everything? Am I the only person who wears my heart on my sleeve and every inch of me allows you to see my dissappointment? These are the questions I am burdend with this morning. I have never been one to hide my emotions or my feelings, my dissappointment is worn like a scarlett letter on my chest. As much as I want to cower and hide, there it is, bright and blaring for everyone to see. So many times I wish I could keep it a secret because I am dissappointed lately over things that normally I would brush off or adapt to. But it seems that more and more, even if I behave myself and don't act dissappointed that scarlett letter tells everyone. I woke up this morning so frustrated with myself because I can't control my emotions, I feel how I feel, even if I know nothing can be done about the situation. It's like being upset that the sun has set at the same time it does every day and you just wanted for once, that the day would never end, that the sun wouldn't set, and you could hold on to that day for just a few extra hours. I am frustrated with a situation that I have no control over, I can't hide my emotions and I wish I could. I wish things didn't get to me, or bother me, but I can't help it. Even when things are out of my control, for some reason I can't just sit back and say, "There is nothing I can do about it, might as well except it." I admire people who can just sit back and keep their dissappointment in check because they know it's just how the cards fall some days. I raise my glass of green tea to you and envy your ability to do that and hope that one day I will grow to simply understand.

Party On!

2005-10-06T06:25:00.000-07:00

So my friend Meri has this list up on her facebook profile and I thought they were great. I don't have too much to say to day so I thought I would use them. Meri is the blond in the picture and this is towards the end of a very long, drunken night, as for what Jeremy is doing...I have no earthly idea.

This list is about 90% true for me, sad but true!

WHEN WE GIRLS DRINK TOO MUCH...
1. We have absolutely no idea where our purse is.
2. We believe that dancing with out arms overhead and wiggling our butt while yelling "woohoo" is truly the sexiest dance move around.
3. We've suddenly decided that we want to kick someone's ass and honestly believe that we could do it too.
4. In our last trip to pee, we realize that wwe now look more like a homeless hooker than the goddess we were just four hours ago.
5. We drop our 3:00 am. submarine sandwich on the floor(which we are eating even though we are not hungry), pick it up and carry on with eating it.
6. We start crying and telling everyone we see that we love them sooooo much.
7. We get extremely excited and jump up and down every time a new song plays because "Oh my God! I love this song!"
8. We've found a deeper/spiritual side to the geek sitting next to us.
9. The man we are flirting with used to be our 5th grade teacher.
10. The urge to take off articles of clothing, stand on a table and sing or dance becomes strangely overwhelming to us
11. Our eyes just don't seem to want to stay open on their own so we keep them half closed and think it looks exotically sexy.
12. We've suddenly taken up smoking and become really good at it.
13. We tell the bartender we believe they just gave us lemonade, but that's just because we can no longer taste the gin.
14. We think we are in bed, but out pillow feels strangley like the kitchen/bathroom floor.
15. We start every converstaion with a booming, "Don't take this the wrong way, but..."
16. We fail to notice that the toilet lid's down when we sit on it.
17. Our hugs begin to resemble wrestling take down moves.
18. We are tired so we just sit on the floor (wherever we happen to be standing) and take a quick nap.
19. We begin leaving the buttons open on our button fly pants to cute down on the time we're in the bathroom away from our drink.
20. We take our shoes off because we think it's their fault that we're having problems walking straight.(H-Fuck shoes!)

Happy Friday everyone! Hope all of you have a lovely weekend.

Wheeeee!

2005-10-03T08:01:00.000-07:00

This weekend was sooooo great! I had so much fun at Petit LeMans. Besides getting to see Patrick Dempsey who is so beautiful, I had so much fun at the race. Before it all got started we arrive early so I could run around and see my boys. I arrived with the moms and pops in tow and met Amy down in Pit Lane. We wandered around looking at the cars but really we didn't stop too much because I was on a mission. I hate to find the boys I know before the race to wish them good luck. I found Gunnar first, he was back behind the ropes that kept spectators out and paying no attention. So I, being the total nerd that I am, yelled out his name to get his attention. I was a little embarrased, everyone in the crowd just stared at me like I was a fan trying to talk to the driver. At least that is what they thought until he ran over and picked me up and over the ropes to say hi. So, I stood back there and chatted with him for a bit and then he went into hiding before the race. Next came Ryan, he is the crew chief for the Mazda courage. I went to say hi but he was in the car and taking it out to the track for testing before the race. A few minutes later I ran into Spencer and Andy who weren't driving for once and chatted with them for a bit. Then Mike walked up and I wished him good luck, he won 3rd place for his class. Pretty soon after that they announced that you could go look at the car and that the track was open. They line all the cars up before the race and the drivers stand out there and meet and greet with photo ops. It's a great way for the fans to see the cars and the drivers. So, the three of us head down there to go see Ryan, Gunnar, James, Ben, and Mike. I saw Ryan and as soon as I did he dragged Amy and I over to the Mazda courage and made us the flag girls. Normally they hire models to do this but they forgot to hire someone and so Amy and I were nominated to do it, plus Mr. Bache (sp?) told Ryan to hire us so it was cool. It was very odd being photographed with the car and having people take their pictures with us. But it came with great perks, we met lots of the drivers who walked over to wish Guy and Jamie good luck. Plus, when the cleared everyone off the track for the opening ceremony we got to remain down there for the national anthem. Amy's mom said she saw us on Speed TV so we were excited. It was awesome to be down there when all the drivers started their engines, the sound was incredible. After that Amy and I went up to vender row to go see Heather and see how her day was going, we went back later but she was gone...I think they made her go answer phones in the office...that had to suck. We left for part of the race to run errands and I had to meet Jeremy at home so he could go back with me and watch the night racing because that is my personal favorite. Jeremy and I got back up there and watched the last 45 minutes of the race and I think he is now hooked. Gunnar finished the race in the Panoz car and I was so happy for him, that car doesn't always have the best of luck. We watched the podium stuff from up in the VIP center in the tower, and that was so nice, we could see everything without having to push our way up to the front. From there Jeremy and I went home, got ready and went to Andy's party. It was a lot of fun, there were tons of people there that I hadn't seen in a long time so I was able to catch up with them. And I finally got to introduce Jeremy to all of them and that was the best part. We ran around the party all night drinking jaeger and beer and whoa was I drunk! Shannon was in town from Italy and it was good to see him, it's been forever! Look a duck! Yeah, he explained the art of distracting me to Jeremy. Over all after only one bloody knee and two crying friends it was a good night. Pictures will be coming soon!

Worrier

2005-09-28T09:14:00.000-07:00

I have been told I worry too much. I worry too much about everything, from life, to work, to friendships, to my future...to everything. Perhaps in my past I have been given adequate reason to worry. The one man in my life that was supposed to stick by my side left me to start a new family. My real dad was around for the younger part of my life but when he remarried he began a new family and it was out with the old and in with the new. My step mom hated me because I looked like my mother and somehow my mom was to blame for everything I did wrong. Perhaps years of him sticking up for her instead of sticking up for me soured me a bit. Don't get me wrong, the day I terminated all of his parental rights and signed them over to my step dad was one of the best days of my life. (My recent adoption) Keith has been my dad ever since I can remember, he is a good and genuine man, and I love him with all my heart. He had no obligation to me but filled my dad's shoes anyway. As much as I love him perhaps the fact that my bioligical father left me at such a young age still causes me to worry. Something that should have been stable and secure in my life never was, something that I never should have had to question or worry about being there was gone without a look back. I mean honestly, if someone who is my flesh and blood could walk away so easily, what prevents anyone else, who isn't flesh and blood, from leaving?

I know past relationships effect us, even if we don't want them to. I try my best to ignore the hurts of my past but some days they just seem to bombard my mind. The person isn't what I remember, but the hurt they caused. But at the same time, find me one person who has been cheated on, guy or girl, that still doesn't have that underlying fear. I guess that is why I put such high value in the small things and why hearing the words "I love you" will never grow old to me. The phone calls to say good morning or good night will never lose their importance because in the blink of an eye they could be gone. I know for some people the phone calls aren't a big deal, but I can remember sitting by the phone as a little girl praying it would ring, hoping it would be my dad. It is somewhat comforting to know that everyone is just as vulnerable as I am when it comes to being left or having someone walk out, be it friend, parent, or significant other. Maybe the freedom of not worrying comes in accepting this vulnerability and realizing that living in constant worry will only consume us and turn us in to something we don't like.

Sorry this wasn't more upbeat, but those are my thoughts today.

Special Day

2005-09-23T06:25:00.000-07:00

I don't have much time this morning but I wanted to share this with someone immediately...I would like to make a HUGE announcement...

I was officially adopted this morning at 8:38 am. in the Gwinnett County State Civil Court. We were sworn in by Judge Melodie Snell Conner and the final papers were signed. I am so excited words don't even seem to do this experience justice. I will write more on it later but I just wanted to start the first day of the weekend off with some wonderful news. I hope everyone has a wonderful day and a beautiful weekend!

WOW-O&A Style

2005-09-21T05:26:00.000-07:00

I want to go back to the beach so much, things are too crazy busy for my personal preference so I am considering packing up and adopting the life of a permanent beach bum. Anyone want to join me?

So, since that won't happen and the daily trudge of going to work will be my main objective for many years to come I might as well tell everyone about my last few mornings-and if you know me they are usually entertaining.

Monday was actually pretty decent except for the night before I hadn't been able to sleep. I was so freaking restless that my evil twin came out and I turned into super bitch. When its late and I know I have to be up in a few short hours that irritates the hell out of me, I want to explain to my body that it must sleep, but it seems to only mock me.

Tuesday I am driving down the road and I end up about 6-9 cars behind this rediculously over-sized truck hauling these triangle shaped pieces of wood. It looked perhaps like the framing of a house or something to that extent. Now, going down 985 the speed limit is 70 but I go 80 because it's about the normal flow of traffic and if I go any slower I feel like a grandma. So here I am, FAR behind this monster which has the truck following it with flashing lights and flags and signs all over it and all the crap it's flinging up is still hitting my car. AND to top that off we are going about 60 in morning rush hour traffic in both lanes because this moron takes both lanes. At random periods the truck would attempt to let people pass by driving half on the shoulder of the road...nice gesture except for the fact that this only kicked up TONS of gravel, threw shreds of tires into the road, and happened to pick up a rock and hurl it into my windshield. So now my 3 month old windshield has a nice gouge in it. Please keep in mind I was still at least 6 cars behind the truck. Now, finally the truck moves into the right lane and all the people in front of me fly by the dude, but oh no, not the car directly in front of me, he decides that the gravel shower is doing wonders for his paint job and continues to go..oh, about 68 mph. Needless to say I wrote down the number on the side of the truck and bitch somebody out about my windshield, however I doubt anything comes of it.

Wednesday, today of course, the traffic just went my way, I left early and got to the courts, beat all the retards to the clerks office, and was in and out in 15 minutes...even with talking to two Judges. And the whole ride to work was great, Jeremy has recently blessed me with an XM radio thingamabob and can I tell you how much I love it! Oh my goodness, it's awesome, not talking, all music and channels with specific types of music, like oh say the 90's or the 80's. I heard New Kids On The Block this morning and I had to think to myself, "wow, I used to think they were the best ever". And then Hanson came on and I just had to laugh. If you have XM Radio and enjoy stupid humor there is a talk show that is hysterical, it's the Opie and Anthony show, they do the most random stuff. They were kicked off public radio but now have a show on XM and it's very entertaining. Jeremy got me hooked on them and now I can't stop listening...damnit. So if you are ever driving around and see a WOW sticker on someone's car that is for Opie and Anthony and it stands for Whip'em Out Wednesday! Here is the best part about them, they do this thing called Assault On the Media where people run behind a news reporter who is filming a live news cast and do something to promote the O&A show. The last guy who won was wearing a kids lion costume and ran behind this random reporter on live tv shouting Opie and Anthony, I nearly died watching the video.

So cheers to WOW and have a lovely day!

GO GO GO

2005-09-15T11:38:00.000-07:00

First off, Heather I am so sorry I have been MIA. The jury selection process is taking forever. We have to read over two hundred questionaires, summarize them, and then help Christine go through and eliminate definate no's. Miss you lots and lets plan some time together!

To everyone else, life is crazy, and things just keep getting crazier. And my poor boy keeps getting more dumped on him that I just feel awful for not being 100% available for him. Oh well, just wanted to say hi and see how everyone was doing, it's almost the end of the week and if you are like me you have been waiting for tomarrow all week!

Stories of the House

2005-09-13T09:53:00.000-07:00

So, nothing to exciting going on in life. Just little things to keep me busy, such as work. Not that I hate work but some days I would rather be home, playing with Bailey. I can't wait for Jeremy to load the pic's I took of him and Baileygirl over the weekend, they are adorable. She is finally starting to adapt to the new house and the stairs that I am forcing her to climb. She is a little afraid of them but once she saw Beau (Jeremy's boston terrier) running up and down them, she couldn't resist. Unfortunately she is much more graceful when attempting to conquer the stairs, I however have already fallen down them twice. Yes, I am a total clutz but really, this is getting bad. I just don't pay attention and whoops! There I go, right flat down on my butt. Plenty of padding back there but still...no bueno. Jeremy is afraid I will fall down them and break my neck, then I will quit making fun of those "Help, I have fallen and I can't get up" commercials.

Anyone know of a good house prayer or blessing or anything of that nature...I seriously woke up this morning and my hall light was on downstairs. I never leave that light on. The normal light I am sure that I turned on was off and now I am a bit freaked out. I came back inside from letting Bailey out and another light was on, this one I wasn't so freaked about, it's a touch light and the damn thing just turns on by itself. Actually, what's really funny is to watch Beau stand on it and watch it change the brightness. I am trying not to be freaked out but I am a wee bit nervous now.

Leaving Basketville...allllllllll aboooooard!

2005-09-09T08:12:00.000-07:00

These are some of my favorite pictures with some of my absolute favorite people. The first one is Patty and me, drunk in a bar as usual. Patty is awesome, you never see him without a smile on his face, his presence immediately cheers me up. The next picture is kinda obvious. That's Jeremy, my boyfriend, who I love more than words will ever be able to explain. Then there is Ryan and me, Ryan is one of my best friends. It's a random picture but I love it. The last one is Jeremy and Heather, the two cohorts in crime who planned my birthday party. Love them both.

I haven't been blogging lately due to the crazy and chaotic nature my life seems adopt at every chance it gets. These last few weeks have been pure hell, trying to get stuff done at work, trying to close on my house, getting things set up for my house and attempting to have some play time. I have literally been a basketcase for two months and now I am finally starting to see the road leading out of Basketville. Heather and I have been comparing nightmare stories now, seeing who has had the most stressful day...we usually tie. Work has been nuttso, we have a murder case right now and another attorney in the office has a death penalty case which goes to trial on Monday. I am sure it will be on the news, Court TV has it live during the day...Christine Koehler is the attorney we work with. Plus, for some reason, we have had a huge influx in clients...let me tell you guys something-DO NOT drink and drive. We have so many DUI cases it's insane.
Then on top of working 60 hour weeks, I have been trying to close on my house and get things set up for moving in. Trying to figure all that crap out gave me the worst case of anxiety. I am not sure why but it did, perhaps that everything is in my name and that I am the only person responsible for paying all of the bills. I don't have a roomate yet, so the utilities might be quite high. Scary thought. Thank goodness I have had Jeremy and he has been through all of this already. He bought his house when he was 19, so he very calmly would listen to me and get me to relax. I can't tell you how many times I called crying or started crying on the phone and he just let me cry. Poor guy, but seriously, he has the best quote on his site about, "Dames. Sometimes all they gotta do is let it out, and a few buckets later, you'ld never know." Sin City. I love it, it's so perfect for us because that is how I was, I would cry, he would make me laugh and I would calm down. I would never have made it through this process without him, and much to his credit he never once complained or told me to freak out to someone else. He let me freak out and just laughed with me when I was over it. As if anyone has to wonder why I love him so much...

Well, I may not be completely out of the woods with stressing about work or my house, but I do know that Jeremy will be there no matter what. I know this is all incredibly boring but I felt bad that I just quit talking (blogging) to everyone. I love chatting with everyone and lately I have missed it, hopefully I will be back in the normal swing of things very soon!

Thoughts and Prayers

2005-09-01T08:49:00.000-07:00

I am so heart broken watching these people who have lost everything. I sit there watching them knowing that I would being going crazy if I could not find my family members. The mere idea of not knowing if my parents or the other people in my life that I love were safe brings a rush of fear to my heart. I wrote something earlier but took it down, I have nothing more to say. I am so thankful that my family and friends are safe and close to me.

Many cities are doing things over the weekend to help the victims of Katrina as much as possible. The Red Cross is lending aid and gives ideas of ways you can help.

My thoughts and prayers go out to those who have had their lives changed forever.

Sneaking Time

2005-08-31T09:10:00.000-07:00

That's my Bailey girl, her hair is a little shorter than I like so she isn't as fluffy but she is so freaking cute I don't care.

My dad is my hero, that is all I have to say...my mom too, but my dad is awesome. My closing attorney called today and started yapping about something important I am sure and she got the big, "I have no idea, call my dad", lame but true. However, does this stop her...no, she continues to talk and give me more information I don't know anything about. Once again I respond with, "I have no idea, you should really call my dad", and yet she keeps talking. Finally I quit listening and merely zone out. When she stops I give her the universal answer, "I have no idea, here is my dad's cell phone number, ask him", finally she goes oh, ok. I mean really, what part of my statement did you not understand?

Ok, I thought I had more time to waste but I really don't, going to court took me about 50 billions years so I gotta get this done. So I am going with 10, 10 things that have happened today so far...they day is still young.
10-The amount of times I have fallen off the heel of my stilleto shoes...
9-The number of how many pieces of gum I have chewed today...
8-The amount of times I have zoned out today...
7-The number of court dates I docketed today along with letters to appear in court...
6-The time Will and Grace comes on tonight and I cannot wait to watch...
5-The amount of minutes that will pass before I kill my boss...
4-The number of times I have wandered around the office with no real purpose...
3-The number of times Rick told me to stop playing with my hair in ten minutes...
2-The number of days until I move into my town home...
1-For the one time I was totally embarrassed today by a judge in superior criminal court...he told me my shoes were knockouts and told me to tell my boyfriend that he is a very lucky man...uhhhh, I guess personal ethics weren't in court today.

Well, that's all for now but guess what random thought just popped into my head...green is my favorite color and that is the color of Red Bull, guess I need to make an RBR or Red Bull Run...lata!

Weekend Shannanigans

2005-08-29T05:53:00.000-07:00

There's a picture from my birthday I am sure everyone has seen but that is one of my favorites of Jeremy...I LOVE it when he gels his hair up and he isn't that big a fan of it, so it's only for special occasions.

I haven't had much time to write, but it looks like it might be a slow Monday morning which is great since I got a total of about 3 hours sleep last night. Hope everyone had a great weekend, mine was up and down the whole time. Friday night, I didn't do anything, Jeremy had to work late and open at 7 so I figured we both needed sleep. We have this little place that serves Peruvian/Cuban food that we always go to, their food is the best. I always get the ceviche, which is a fish plate. The fish is "cooked" in citris juice and it's to die for. So I get the grand idea that I should attempt to make this dish for dinner on Saturday night to suprise Jeremy. I spend that afternoon preparing everything, making sure all the ingredients are right and then went to his house with it all ready. Um, yeah, it's supposed to be a bit tart but HOLY COW this thing was tear enducing sour. Jeremy was sweet, tried to convince me we could eat it, and quickly lost that battle. There was no way we could eat it all and not die from the juices burning a hole in our tummys. And the best comment of the night was,"Baby, it's ok, you made sweet and sour fish...just without the sweet. It's like sour and sourest!" I couldn't help but laugh after the day I had experienced. We went out to eat for dinner, so much for home made.

That morning the inspector doing the final check of my town home told me that there was a design flaw in just my building and that the roof would always leak. Which meant, I could get out of my contract but I would not have a house...big problem with all the furniture I just bought. Luckily my dad, the negotiator, went up there, had a lovely chat with the building and the owner of the building and next thing I knew I had a better townhome then I started with. I now have an end unit with a deck and all the upgrades in the model I was dying to have but couldn't afford. My dad is the greatest! So now, instead of closing on Wednesday it looks like we will close on Friday...wooohooo, the furniture will be ok.

The only bad thing, the moron of a woman next to me has put up this hideous monstrosity that is a poor excuse for a fountain on her front 3x3 area for flowers. And no, it's not even a pretty stone or marble concoction, it's an obnoxious fake stone thing that is really PLASTIC. I told Cris (our receptionist at work) if that thing dissappears in the middle of the night, I did it, it's in my trunk on the way to the city dump. However, I doubt it comes to that, the homeowner's association has already given her the big, "HELL NO" you may not keep that. So...no worries, except for having three less days to start moving stuff in, I am in good shape.

Having An Affair?

2005-08-23T01:35:00.000-07:00

This is a picture of one of the hotel signs that we passed every day and it made me laugh every time so I thought I would share it!

Alright, it's time to rise up above my pouting and get used to work again. Today is definately better than yesterday for the mere fact that it's not a Monday. Jeremy and I had so much fun on vacation, we did absolutely nothing, and enjoyed every minute of it. We layed on the beach, ate lots of seafood, did some shopping, and a little bit of drinking. The things we saw off our balcony were entertainment in themselves, add the margaritas too them and we both were in tears we were laughing so hard. We stayed up one night and watched Sin City and if you haven't seen it I highly recommend it as well as the new 311 cd, both are awesome. I do have one quite funny story to tell, I think Jeremy might shoot me for this...let's hope not but it was so freaking funny because I didn't catch it but he did. So here it is, sorry babe, couldn't resist. We are about half way through the trip and we ran out of "something" that was very important for the rest of the trip. On the way to dinner we stop in at 'The Wall', also known as Walgreens (and yes I felt the urge to steal). We walk down the neccessary isle which is littered with young children and we just sit there and laugh, grab what we need, and walk up front to pay. Now, the nice elderly lady at the counter was exactly what I was hoping not to get. I mean come on, it's like my grandma standing behind the counter ringing us up for "something". Anyway, as she hands Jeremy the bag she very sweetly says, "Have a good time!" To which I respond, "Have a good night". Only to realize about thirty seconds later she said time and not night. We laughed so hard at that comment, of course we were going to have a good time but to have someone as old as my grandma say that...well, it was a bit comical.

So that is one of our many comical moments on the trip. We really had a wonderful time, I couldn't be happier, even if I am back at work.

Reality Sucks

2005-08-22T08:37:00.000-07:00

This is what Jeremy and I woke up to every morning, our balcony overlooked the ocean.

Right, so I have been back at work for about 30 minutes and I am so not enjoying reality. Vacation was wonderful, we didn't do anything. We sat on the beach and just relaxed. Looks like yours truly will begin playing the lottery because this work thing is totally overrated. Well, there is lots to do so I will try and get it done so I can write more about my birthday and vacation!

Birthday Post #1

2005-08-15T17:45:00.000-07:00

Well, I am working on getting some pictures of the big birthday bash from this weekend but for some reason the computer is being a bitch..."computer, computer, you are being kind of a bitch. You wouldn't want me to get drunk again would you?" Ahh, Dane Cook rules! So, let's start from the morning of my birthday which started at 4 am. Why 4 am, because this little chicky decided to start throwing up before drinking instead of after drinking. It was terrible, there I was turning 23 and instead of laying in bed I was laying down on the bathroom floor. It passed after a few hours and I finally was able to just lay on the couch and be a bum. Poor Jeremy called and after cheerily wishing me a happy birthday I informed him that I had been puking since 4 am and then nothing...silence on the other end. I told him I would be fine and I would make it out, not to worry. So , later as I started feeling better, I ran a few errands with my mom and started to get ready. I put my dress on, strapped my shoes on, threw pj's in a bag, and headed out to Jeremy's. We went out to a restaurant that I had been dying to go to and it was AWESOME, the food was incredible and he wore a tie just for me. He looked so hot, loved it. We were planning on heading out to the bar at about 11:30 so we just kinda drove around and he killed time just hanging out. We went for icecream, drove though UGA north campus and then headed back to his house so he could change before we went out. We get on to his street and there are tons of cars and I turn to him and ask, "hey babe, which one of your neighbors is having a part? There are a tons of people there." He just looks at me and shrugs. I pull into his driveway (I drove so he could finish his icecream) and low and behold all of my friends come running out the door and yell SURPRISE!!!! Yes, my sweet boy had planned a huge party for me with out me knowing. I figure that stuff out all the time and I NEVER had a clue. I just stopped in the middle of the driveway, I didn't even bother to park his car before jumping out. Hugs and kisses were passed out to everyone, I was still in a state of shock. Never in a million years would I have guessed that he had planned that party. I had so much fun. Heather, the little brat, had known about it the whole time. I will get the pictures to load probably when we get back into town since I have my laptop and the pic's are on Jeremy's computer but for now you can check out my friend Hiral's site to see pic's...http://community.webshots.com/album/423068281fokBpx There are some great ones, Heather and I were quite the drunky drunkertons all night. Hey H-"it's cool, I'll wait" Love ya chicky, thanks for rocking out with me on my birthday. And since Jeremy is sitting next to me in the car right now as we are driving to FLORIDA (horray!) I will just say thank you in person (gotta love wireless connections). Alright, time for me to play navigator on the road. Hopefully these stupid pictures will show up, for now most of them are on Hiral's site...

OH MY!

2005-08-11T14:34:00.000-07:00

*This is me, drunk, with a Strongbow, cheersing Sarah, who is also drunk-we are going for a repeat offense of being drunk on Saturday!*

So, I am totally sneaking in some time to write. I am so stoked Rick had court this afternoon just so I could sit here and do this. I am superduper hyper because we celebrated my birthday in the office today and Rick bought my an icecream cake from Brewsters! I have had one piece of cake and there was so much sugar in that one piece that I will have hours of endless wall bouncing...he he he! So, here is the new countdown:

4 hours until my ass is kicked by my trainer
1 day until sushi with mom
1 day until the biggest meteor shower of the year
2 days until my birthday
2 days until shopping for the new house
2 days until drunken debauchery at Barcode
3 days until my birthday hangover
3 days until Chinese food with Jeremy
4 days until I leave with Jeremy for Florida
5 days until I am sipping some drink with a small umbrella on the beach

And the list keeps growing! I just learned today that August is the number one month for meteor showers or shooting stars, and I am super stoked. That means TONS of birthday wishes because tomarrow is supposed to be the best night, so everyone needs to get out there and do some wishing. "When you wish upon a star..." Sorry, broke out into some Jiminy Cricket for ya. The lunch for my birthday was great. We all had story time in the conference room and I nearly died laughing at some of the stories. One, which is morbid but working in this field it happens. Christine, an attorney in the office represents a man accused of murder (the details are horrible so I will leave them out, if you want to know look up Wesley Harris). Anyway, she was appointed to be Mr. Harris' counsel along with another attorney. This attorney sucked and still does. They went to the crime scene two years after he was first appointed to the case (it's taken a long time but finally goes back to trial next month-death penalty takes forever). So they are at the crime scene, which is the lake where the abduction supposedly took place. Now this attorney asks Christine, "is this the lake where that the car was driven into?" To which Christine responds, "Are you fucking kidding me? No that lake is up in South Carolina and that was Susan Smith you fucking moron." Not only was the car not found in a lake, it was found after it had been set on fire. This man had no clue what the police report said because in the two years he had been representing Mr. Harris he never read the discovery. Needless to say he is off the case now.

Then they all gave me gifts, they did exactly what I asked for, they got me tons of gift cards to places that have home decor...hence the countdown addition of shopping for my new house! I am so thrilled at being able to go shopping for my house this weekend...happy birthday to me!

So, it's time for my part of the blog where I tell about something retarded that I have done recently. The other morning, and we all know what a morning person I am not, I woke up and stumbled into the bathroom, turn the shower on and look in the mirror to see how much I will have to work at not looking tired. Where, low and behold, my freaking nose ring is now rhinestoneless. Yes, somehow the damn thing had fallen out, when and where I had no clue. At this point in time I am so pissed, I have three months to go before I can change it out. So I will be walking around without a rhinestone (even though it was clear) like a total dork. I get in the shower, get ready for work and the whole time I keep thinking, I should check my bed. Finally, the little voice in my head wins and I go into my room, run my hand over the sheet and guess what? I found the damn rhinestone. Let me tell you how small this thing is, it's about the size of a small piece of glitter. It's about the size of a grain of sand and yet there it was in the palm of my hand. I am running around the house in a fit of joy, I almost kicked my shoes off in a fit of joy (Dane Cook) but I did not. I tell my mom she now has the motherhood responsibility of superglueing the rhinestone back onto the base without glueing it to my nose. Last night we sat down in the bathroom, prepped it like an operating room closed the door and went to work. Actually, I was very impressed she got in on the second try and only tried to rip the nose ring out once because she forgot is was still attached to my face. Thanks Mom! You are the greatest.

I have so much more but Rick just got back and I have to take my hyperself down a notch or two and finish my work...

Play time is now over!

2005-08-09T21:30:00.001-07:00

I was looking for a picture of Heather and I but can't seem to find the one I am looking for so I figured this one would do. It is Sarah, me and Meri...otherwise known as The Green Light Girls...yes ladies and gentlemen, we are a band. And we have monthly reunions...I will keep you posted on when the next show will be. For now all of you in the Atlanta area better be at Barcode in Athens on Saturday night for my birthday party...

Here is the new countdown..
3 days until the office party
3 days until sushi with mom and Jeremy (dad is out of town)
4 days until dinner with Jeremy at the restaurant with twinkle lights
4 days until my birthday (get ready H)
5 days until my birthday hangover
6 days until I leave for vacation

I have seriously missed blogging and checking everyone's blogs these last few days...does that make me pathetic? I look forward to reading everyone's blog and commenting on it but with how busy work has been I have barely been able to keep up with work much less with my play time. So, now there is a little time for play...it's after nine, I have been working from home and neglecting my phone. I can't deal with my boss tonight. Thank goodness I have wonderful friends and a VERY patient boyfriend. Just want to brag about Heather because she is the greatest. I couldn't keep my head on straight without her some days. Just when I think I have come to the end of my rope there she is, cheering me up. For countless hours she has laughed with me, cried with me, and just been with me period. I don't think she even realizes what a blessing she is to those around her. Didn't mean for this to be another way of making her turn purple but I just start realizing how lucky I am to have her as a best friend and I feel the need to tell everyone.

So, yesterday morning was chaotic, today was a nightmare and tomarrow...tomarrow will be another day in which I ask Heather...how do you spell "Shootmeinthefuckingface"? Hurry up, is it all one word? All of which is some Dane Cook for you who don't know. It's actually shootyouinthefuckingface, but with how work has been going it's shootMEinthefuckingface. My boss is a giant turd and is bring someone in because he can't handle being without me for a week, yet I still have to be "on call" with my phone and laptop. How much sense does that make? NONE!

Ok, I should be happy I am not in poor Tiffany's situation, poor thing ended up going to the ER today but not before blogging about it and writing me a little note. What a trooper! Thanks Tiffany it made me smile. And to all you cuties who said hi even though I wrote nothing THANKS!

Well, it's off to bed! Good night to all!

2 Seconds

2005-08-08T13:04:00.000-07:00

Ok, I have no time today to chat, post or comment. Doubt too many people are going, "where is Rachwell?", but just in case there are a few I thought I would send a quick little hello! I have no time for anything. I am busy at work, and working from home at night, basically, I am going insane in the membrane! We have 15 new clients...normally we get about 5-7 a month. Anyway, gotta run but here is my count down that is getting me through every freaking day.

2 hours until I get home to a strongbow or two!
5 days until sushi with mom.
6 days until my Birthday!
8 days until I leave for vacation.

Short Little Blurb

2005-08-05T06:23:00.000-07:00

eeyoremetal: I know you're working,doll, I don't want you to be distracted by me, just know that I love you TONS! and that I'm not upset or mad, I just care about ya lots and want you to be as proud to have me as a boyfriend as I am of you as my gal

I know I know I know....I talk about him all the time, so I will keep this short. This is part of our conversation this morning. I was completely out of it this morning and just miserable at work. Between phone calls and dreams I hardly slept and I was a total basketcase. We were discussing plans for this evening because with him working nights for two weeks our time together is very limited. I am sure I was a bit short without meaning to be and this is what he said to me. And being the complete disaster that I am, I start crying. So we end the conversation, he goes to bed and I go to get some coffee to wake my dragging ass up. Here is where the comedy comes in. So I go off to the coffee pot smiling, and stop to chat with our over chatty paralegal because I am now in a super mood. Here I stand chatting away and she keeps giving me this really weird look. Finally I am like Kelly, what gives, what's with the odd look. She sits there for a second and finally goes, "If you need to talk I am here, there is nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed about." To which I give her a blank stare. I am lost and totally confused. I quickly say thanks and go in search of much needed caffeine. But before I reach the coffee pot I see Glenn, and I give him a nice hello. He too gives me a weird look. Now I am so lost. I go march myself into Kelly's office and I am like WTF, but not in those words of course. She quietly says, "That's a nasty shiner Rach, but I understand if you don't want to talk about it." I quickly run into the bathroom to see that my makeup has puddled under my right eye and looks very much like Jeremy decided he was going to use me for target practice.I busted out laughing hysterically, took a wet papertowel, went into Kelly's office, and removed my "black eye". By then the whole office is crowded into her space cracking up laughing. So, that's my morning. Now I have so much work to do I better get to it...I am so excited that it's Friday, let the weekend begin!

Beating hearts baby Baby is this love for real?
Beating hearts baby Let me in your arms to feel Beating hearts baby Your beating heart, baby Beating hearts baby The beating of your heart, baby In spite of you Even out of view Still I love all of you I do, yeah
Beating Heart Baby!
*HeadAutomatica-concert tonight!*

Not a Morning Girl

2005-08-04T09:33:00.000-07:00

If you haven't figured it out by now, I am NOT a morning person. I do not bounce out of bed wondering what wonderful events the day ahead of me holds. I am not a chatty cathy in the morning. I basically drag my comatose self out of bed, stumble into the kitchen, let Bailey out, and sit there thinking, "is it nap time?" I am quite the happy go lucky kinda girl but cross me in the morning and you will refer to me as super bitch for a very long time. I lived on my own for three years and has two roomates, both of which knew never to talk to me in the morning. I get up with enough time to get ready, no extra time for chatting or discussing the days events. And yes, I do warn people about my bitchy tendencies in the morning, they are not unaware of my dual personalities. Now, I have been living at home for almost a year because my parents moved to Atlanta my senior year of college so I wasn't sure if I was going to live here or leave after a few months. All this time I have been saving and as most of you know I just bought my first town home on Sunday! But until then I am still trapped in my parents house. For as many times as I have told my dad, "really dad, I love you, but not in the morning. please don't talk to me, just let me get ready for work and call me around noon." Unfortunately, he doesn't listen, he really doesn't get it. He calls me bear in the morning just to irritate me, because apparently I act like one. So he comes in this morning to get me to sign a bunch of paperwork for the house. All of which was supposed to be done tonight but he decided he wanted it done right then and there. 15 minutes later I am running late for work and poor Bailey is wondering why she had to miss some of her play time. Yes, I get up early to play with her since she is alone all day. I am now running around like a chicken with my head cut off trying to finish getting ready, grab my calendar, and make sure the necessary files are ready to go (I did some work at home last night). And ask my loaded down arms are running out the door I hear, "uh rach, ya missed one" Which means, put all of your stuff down, and come back and sign this immediately. I go sign it and trudge back out the door only to trip, nearly scrape my knees, and collide with his car that I missed because I was not paying attention. All the files go flying, I am on the ground with my skirt askew, and the contents of my purse scattered about the drive way. What's the first thing out of my dad's mouth? "Don't scratch the car!" And then riotous laughter because he has now walked outside to make sure his car is ok and here I sit pissed off and really late. He burst out laughing, I burst out laughing and my poor dog is running all around confused wondering what the hell is going on...and that was my morning. I have now been to the courthouse, filed documents, talked to Jeremy(xoxo) and am calmly drinking my green tea wishing I was back in bed. Damn, guess I better do some work.

Dane Cook RULES!

2005-08-03T09:13:00.000-07:00

First of all, after watching the Retaliation DVD last night let me first say that Dane Cook rules! His stuff is the greatest ever and if you haven't checked him out you really need to. Just click on the link that's on my page and listen to a few little blurbs, if you don't sit there and laugh there is something wrong with you. I highly recommend his first cd though because a lot of his jokes reference the old jokes. The joke about shoes starts on the first cd and is mentioned on the second cd. Heather and I sat and watched him last night and I just couldn't help but say how great he was in my blog this morning.

Has anyone ever had a friend that was so conditional that they ended up greatly limited by the friendship? I have found this with one of my guy friends. He will be my friend but only sometimes, there are good days and bad days. We used to be really close but as soon as I became friends with people he introduced me to, he freaked out. I was constantly apologizing for dumb stuff. He encouraged me to date Jeremy and once I did he got mad at me for not being available 24/7. I am not allowed to bring Jeremy up and any time I say anything I get the cold shoulder for a few days. As you guys all know by now, I constantly talk about him, he is a huge part of my life. I think he (my friend) forgets I was the one on the phone with him for hours into the night while he was upset about his ex. Not that I ever minded, that's what friends are for. I can't tell you how many times I have been yelled at for going to bed instead of going out drinking on a weekday. I did it for a while but my job requires attention to detail and coming in hungover is not smart. S-M-R-T for Tiffany and Heather and all of you who won't admit to being bad spellers but really are! He hates the fact that I am close with two of his best girl friends, I was constantly told they were his friends and not mine. It's now gotten to the point that I miss my friend but I can't deal with this. And I think the worst part is, he will say something nasty about someone and then act as if nothing is wrong when that person is there. He puts on a good front, but I have been noticing that the second one of his friends makes a new friend they are all of a sudden not worth his time. When one of the guys that was originally his friend has to defend me, there is a problem. I just have no clue what triggered this, it's like he has two sides to him. I was just wondering if anyone had ever experienced something like this or had an idea what triggerd this. Heather and I have talked endlessly about it and I am at a loss. I wouldn't change things back to the way they were, I would lose so many people I love, the most important one being Jeremy, but I still miss my friend.

WTF

2005-08-02T09:35:00.000-07:00

I had almost forgot about this little story until last night at dinner when my dad started randomly laughing at the table. During the process of signing some paperwork for the townhome some other people came to walk through the model home. After signing my name I look up to glance at the 3, uh, gentlemen that walked through the door. Now, I had gum in my mouth and I nearly choked on it because these gentlemen were the funniest looking guys I have seen in a long time. Don't get me wrong, I try not to judge by appearance, but it's that first impression that automatically happens. (That's why I try to always look decent) So let me describe them one by one. First, there was Mr. Tomato Head...not potato, tomato. This man was round, not even a hint of a neck, and he waddled His hair, had it been green, would have completed the tomato man's look. He was in a shirt that would fit me, which means it looked like the thing had been spray painted on him. It was so tight that when he walked by me I could see his chest hair poking through! NASTYNESS Ok, on to Boy Wonder, except not at all a boy wonder. So, this kid walks in wishing he could pull off the preppy/ punk/ if I had a collar it would be popped look. First of all, I despise the collar pop, I mean come on...does anyone really like it or think it looks good? So anyway, his shirt was also waaaaay too tight, with cargo khakis that were tighter than shorts I have seen on girls...not a good thing. Now his hair was all greasy and nasty and he had a stupid trucker hat cocked to the side. I was trying by this point not to laugh hysterically with them in the same room. But I was sent over the edge by SharkMan. Now this dude took the cake and got to eat it too, because his outfit was heinous. He had on what looked like it used to be a button down dress shirt that had cut off, frayed sleeves, and the bottom of the shirt looked as if it had been cropped. To top of that look he has the buttons all undone until almost his belly button and dangling from a long gold chain hung a very small gold shark tooth. Now the shark tooth was so important because it was cushioned on a freaking carpet of chest hair. It was aweful. And to top all of this off one of them used the bathroom in the model home and we were shocked he didn't come in and ask for a newspaper. My parents and I sat and laughed in the poor agent's office for a good 20 minutes before we could catch our breathe and compose ourselves again.
Now let me say this about how people dress...I wish more people would dress like individuals. I get so tired of seeing 50 billion little teenagers all running around in the same damn outfit. I am not saying I am little miss unique but I also don't need to own every outfit perfectly set out by the trendy stores. I get so tired of seeing all the guys with popped collars and all the girls in these skirts that most of them should NOT be wearing. I mean honestly, do people look in the mirror before they walk out the door and think, "Damn, I look good!" Maybe I sound materialistic or a bit superficial but I think if we are all honest appearance is important to all of us. That is one thing I love about Jeremy, he always looks nice no matter what he is wearing. Whether it's a t-shirt and shorts or a shirt and tie, but each one is something he likes and is wearing it for that reason.

Either way, I was just wondering what people thought...

BIG News!!!

2005-08-01T05:42:00.000-07:00

So, I am now a proud home owner! Yes, at 22 I now own a townhome, and I am so very excited. I got a great deal on it and I am still in a bit of shock that I will now be paying a mortgage instead of rent for an apartment I will never own. I am considering getting a roomate so if you are in the Atlanta area or know anyone who wants to live in a townhome...let me know. Now, a few little details about my new abode. First, the kitchen, dining area, walkway, and entry way are all hard wood flooring, the living area and upstairs is all carpet. It has light countertops in the kitchen (kind of a bummer) but the kitchen is pretty good sized. It's all very open and the is an island with a bar attached to it. The living room isn't a typical square, it's main wall is actual 3 angled walls. The fireplace is the focal point of the main room and it has a little mantle over it. The back year is smal but because I live on a cul-de-sac there is a ton of room on the sides for my Bailey girl to run around! I will put pictures up soon, they are still on the camara right now. The house is 5 minutes from lake lanier and as i found out yesterday, five minutes from the Falcons training camp. Heather you are going to have to come check out your boy! I bought in the first phase which is great because the prices for the next phase are going up so my house has already increased in value. There is a club house, pool, and tennis courts and I don't have to do any yard work...horray! Ok, that's all for now, the boss has returned from out of town and I need to get back to work and down to business, just wanted to share my good news with everyone!

Random Facts

2005-07-28T13:00:00.000-07:00

I have had a stressful day...shocking I know. Here is the cause-some stupid cop hasn't turned in a ticket for a DUI. Why is this important? Because the damn court date was two weeks ago! No ticket, no court, but there is a court date. Amazing how stupid some people are...but now back to my random thoughts and facts.

1. I want to go home
2. I am getting my hair cut tonight and don't know how to cut it.
3. I had too much coffee today.
4. I hate dealing with stupid people.
5. How do you make an appt. and not have a car to get there?
6. Why do you have to have a perscription to get birthcontrol?
7. Tax free weekend-good for me, bad for Jeremy.
8. My birthday is coming up soon (Aug. 13) and I don't want to get old.
9. I want to be rich so I can more adequately spoil the people I love.
10. I am thankful I will look like my mom when I get older.
11. My left knee sucks.
12. Weather was better today.
13. My green monkey, named Dane, is going to be my getaway driver!
14. I almost just typed 16 instead of 14...blondest brunette.
15. Speaking of blonde, I fell out of bed this morning.
16. Dinner at Hooters with my dad rocks!
17. The thought of Bailey eating leaves makes me laugh.
18. Knowing Jeremy loves me makes me smile.
19.Beer and wine with Heather kicks ass.
20. That damn paralegal talks too loud.
21. Totally found my glow worm in the attic yesterday.
22. I need to lose 10 pounds in two weeks.
23. Vacation starts in two weeks.
24. The top of my perfect bathing suit is on it's way.
25. Is it 5 o'clock yet...cuz I am about to start drinking!

Lance in my pants!

2005-07-27T12:35:00.000-07:00

HAHAHA, Heather just told me this woman at my old place of work is running around singing "Lance in my pants" and I couldn't help but start laughing because of that. I now have a huge smile on my face and I am highly amused.Whereas ten seconds ago I was listing the ways I wanted to murder my boss, the criminal defense attorney. Murder? Yes MURDER! I want to shoot him right now. It's been fabuloso having him out of town but at the same time my anxiety level has been through the roof. He is unreachable and calls in from time to time but never when I need him to or honestly have a question or a problem like I do right now. For all the wonderful things cell phones do how is it that there are still places without cell phone service. Put a damn tower up already! So I have an important question to ask him that I forgot to ask him when he rushed me off the phone this morning and now can I ask him? NO, because that damn phone of his isn't working. That just added to my frustration. I have been noticing that because he is so unorganized even my organizational skills are no match for him. It's like his purposely screws me over because he can't keep one damn thing straight. Not good for a lawyer with court dates and so on. Don't get me wrong, he is an amazing attorney but somehow I am always feeling frustrated because it's like no matter what I do he is screwing it up. I am tweaking out right now, then Jeremy puts my favorite song off of the new Boys Night Out cd as his away message and I nearly start crying, only to be topped off by laughing at Heather's comment regarding this woman who shall remain nameless.

And something else I have noticed, perhaps you have done this or experienced it, it seems that people automatically assume because you answer the phones you have no brain. I got that all the time working at my old job, it was assumed I had no education and therefor I have to be a receptionist. That irritates me, I have a Bachelor of Science degree in Politic Science with a specialty in Politics, don't treat me like a moron. Now, before I run off to law school, I am getting some experience in the legal field by working as a paralegal. But when I answer Rick's phone half the clients immediately assume I am brainless or don't know what is going on. So goes the story of the dude I just talked to and all I want to do is screen into the phone, "Look you bag of crap who has been arrested nine freaking times for DUI's, I have more of an education than you and right now I know more about your case than you do jackhole!" But no, I remain silent and take his attitude while giving him the SU-FI. I don't mean to be rude about the education thing, an education doesn't always mean anything, I just hate being treated like I am brainless. I do my best to treat the people on the phone how I would want them to treat me, is it that hard to be polite without a snotty attitude.

Anyway, I think I finally might have gotten a message to my boss and hopefully he will get his rear to a telephone and call me so I can clear this up. This was all for you Heather...my lovely twinkie!

Bad Girl

2005-07-25T12:09:00.000-07:00

First and foremost, a big CONGRATULATIONS!!! is in need for Lance Armstrong. We have been watching him for over 10 years and I truly believe he is one of the greatest athletes of all times!

Most of the time I am a law abiding citizen, at least for the most part. I have a nasty habit of speeding that is barely under control thanks to "Speeders Annonymous" and the wonderful city of Arcade. Why risk a suspension again...morons. However I do have one huge down fall when it comes to legal issues, I burn cd's for friends, burn my friend's cds and I download torrent files for free. Now, all of this is illegal because we are stealing from the artists...cough, coke, look of wanting to vomit on my face! First of all, get real, as if most of them do not need my money. Especially when my salary would barely cover the rims and tires on their SUV, granted I just graduated and I am at my first real job, forget it, I am not willing to give them spinners that glow in the dark. Don't get me wrong, there are a few artists I don't mind buying their c.d. because they are fairly new, not too flashy, and perhaps their cd is just that good. For example, Jay-Z spends my salary in about a week, however I find him to be extremely talented and I fork my money over for every cd he has. Kind of like O.A.R., they aren't that well known but they are awesome! Half the time if the cd is really good, I go out and buy it once I have listened to it for a while. If the c.d. sucks I put it in a case and there it collects dust, would have been a waste of my money to buy the thing. Don't get me wrong, my friends have a band, Hey Revolution!, and I will gladly pay for their music as well as anyone famous that actually has talent.

All of this is brought on by a recent discovery I made and that has REALLY pissed me off. If anyone has bought the new Dave Mathew's Band c.d. you might have experienced this. Yes, I like DMB and I have for several years, so I went out and bought Stand. Now, the next day I brought it into work with the purpose of loading onto my computer so I could listen to it while I worked. I wasn't planning on burning it or sharing it, I just wanted to listen to it. Much to my surprise, the damn thing is impossible to load onto a computer, it's coded and the computer can't read it. You also are not able to transfer the files to an Ipod. So here I am, stuck with a cd that will only work in my car, which I am not in half as much as my office. Less than a week later I come across an article saying how all new cd's will come with some kind of coding allowing for you to only burn or copy them onto a computer 3 times. Now this really kills me because I firmly believe that once the cd is mine I am allowed to do with it as I please. I don't see the Madza dealership following me around going "You can only drive your car 3 times a day". By purchasing the cd the music is mine, they have their money and no longer should they be allowed to regulate how I use it.

Honestly, I give it 3 months of working and then someone smart ass will write a program that disable's the coding and allows people to use the cd however the want. In my opinion the music industry can suck my left preverbial nutt when it decides how it will regulate my honestly bought property. Just wondering what everyone else thought...

2005-07-22T13:26:00.000-07:00

Right, I haven't had much to say today but holy hell, I am listening to Dane Cook now and I can barely type or speak because I am laughing so hard. Tears are pouring down my face. If you have not listened to this comedian I highly recommend him, he is one of the best, Steven Lynch is good but this guy is awesome! Seriously, he has teasers on his website, www.danecook.com and they are worth checking out. His new c.d. come out this upcoming Tuesday and I can hardly wait. Hopefully one of these days he bring his show down here to Atlanta. Anyway, just had to comment how funny he is, I could go on all day about it but it's Friday, it's 20 minutes until I find myself a glass of wine and turn into a lush for the next two days!

Why the Legal System Sucks

2005-07-21T06:14:00.000-07:00

Ok, so I get home yesterday, check the mail and see something from the Municipal Court of Arcade with my name on it. I walk in the house, open the letter and find out my license has been suspended. I am like WTF mate? How in the hell did that happen? So, I continue to read and it says I failed to appear for court and pay my stupid 'to fast for conditions' ticket that was a rediculous accusation to begin with...ok, maybe not really. But that isn't the point, I paid the ticket online because I didn't want to deal with going to court. Well, first thing this morning I call the clerks office to get this straightened out and here is how the conversation went...
Me-'Yeah, hi, I received a letter in the mail stating that my license was
supsended because I failed to appear in court and pay my fine'

Clerk-'Who was the letter from?'

Me-'Are you serious?'

Clerk-'Yes, who wrote you the letter?'

Me-'Well, it has the court seal and the letterhead says municipal court of Arcade, so I am going to venture a guess that you guys did.' (Keep in mind that the court clerk has signed the letter with her title underneath her name)

Clerk-'Oh, that's interesting.'

Me-'Uh ok, well I just want the suspension cleared and my record to go back to normal.'

Clerk-'Well, how do you know you paid the ticket?'

Me-'Are you kidding me? (long silence) Ok, guess not, well the receipt in my hand might be the first clue.'

Clerk-'So, you paid the ticket?'

Me-(irritated as hell) Yes, I have paid the ticket in full, all of it, 100% and I am trying to get you to fix the license suspension problem because it shouldn't be suspended.
*little legal background, once a license is suspended it's a bitch to get it cleared!*

Clerk-'Let me check the computer...pause...typing sound...oh yeah, I almost forgot what's your name?'

Me-'That might be important huh? Rachael...citation number xxx'

Clerk-'Well, it says here you didn't pay and they are going to suspend your license.'

Me-'I KNOW! That is why I called, I paid the ticket, someone made a mistake and my license should not be suspended.'

Clerk-'Do you want to pay that fine now?'

Me-'NO! I already did.'

Clerk-'I am not showing that.'

Me-'Well my credit card statement is, would you like me to call them in your presence? Because I am damn sure when you hear $157.50 to the Arcade P.D. you will see that I have already paid my ticket.'

Clerk-'So, you think you paid with a credit card?'

Me-'I already called for recent transactions and yes, I know I paid with a credit card.'

Clerk-'Let me call someone and I will call you back ok?'

Me-'Sure, because I like driving around with a suspended license.

Now, don't get me wrong, I work with the clerks all the time because of working for an attorney, however this was rediculous. So now my license is suspended and I am up a creek without a paddle.

Oh, and Charlie, damnit why can't I see your blog, it's freaking frustrating!

Look! A Duck!

2005-07-20T12:10:00.000-07:00

Perhaps not applicable to the writing but Fritzy's face just cracks me up!
And Sarah and I look totally normal...WTF Mate?

I can't think of one main topic to write about so I thought I would write about a lot of little things today...to explain the title of this I should begin with Shannon. Shannon had my personality pegged from the beginning. I am VERY easily distracted and he knew how to push all my buttons. He would get me all pissed off and then throw out some random comment or point at something stupid. Both of which quickly distracted me to the point I would no longer be mad. So, we would be in a conversation and you would hear him yell, "Look! A duck!" and everyone would understand. He would do stuff like throw something on the floor and in the middle of whatever I was saying I would comment and that and forget the previous topic. Once again, I am VERY easily distracted.

Next mini-topic: Cris, our receptionist, is one of the nicest guys ever. He does everything from filing (paralegal's job, not his) to answering the phone and talking to people we want to avoid, the the trash, and even doing the dishes people leave in the sink. All of this without complaining. So, this morning I walk back to the little kitchen area (we are in an old house) and prepare to make my morning tea and lo and behold the sink is piled with dirty dishes. Now, perhaps this is just me but my mom would have kicked my ass into next week if I left dirty dishes in the sink. Dishwasher yes, sink no. Don't take that the wrong way, my mom is the greatest but she was a firm believer in cleaning up your own mess. She didn't want to work all day (teaching) and come home to clean up a mess. I agree with that and now I expect people to clean up their own stuff. But it seems that no one in this office except me do their own dishes, they leave them for Cris. There is no way in hell he is making enough money to be my maid. This whole thing of him doing someone's filing that they are being paid to do, and cleaning up after everyone annoy's the hell out of me.

Next mini-topic: My Gram-B is in town and I know by the end of her visit I am going to want to shoot myself. However, she did impress me when she said she like the nose ring. My poor dad is still freaking out a little bit. Mom went with me, but right now we are keeping that little fact hush hush around him. Jeremy asked if he should be expecting a house guest for the next ten days, I didn't quite get it at first (shocker I know) but then it was like duh! Me! And, as for the pierced nose...I love it.

Rain, Rain, Go away already...

2005-07-19T12:10:00.000-07:00

UGH! Can I tell you how much I HATE the rain? California never got this much rain and I can honestly say I will never get used to this hurricane season crap. I am sitting my my little office cowering at the thunder and lightening, I hate them both unless I am curled up in bed with Jeremy. I freak at the sound of thunder, I didn't experience loud thunder until we moved to Texas and I doubt I will ever become accustomed to it.I keep repeating "we are going to die" to our receptionist and he just laughs and tells me I am crazy. I would half agree with him. So in order to cheer myself up and calm my freaked out self down I have been skipping, yes skipping around the office singing that song from The Sound of Music...Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens (I told you I am a dork)! Which led me to this idea, I thought, why not try and brighten this gloomy day with things that always put a smile on my face...so here goes the list, and I am sure I will add more things as thoughts come to mind.

Bailey sitting in the middle of a torn up kleenex

My upcoming vacation to the beach with Jeremy

My mom's random craziness

My dad mowing the lawn in his freaking goggles

Isaias wearing my belt

My Green Light Girls

Heather's boobs ( I have none of my own to smile about)

The fact that my dad just officially adopted me

It's 5 o'clock somewhere

A new book

Good sales on clothes

Watching the boys race on t.v.

A unexpected hug, kiss, letter, or email

My favorite flowers

Waking up next to someone I love

and lots more...

Feel free to add anything that makes you smile.

2005-07-19T06:25:00.000-07:00

Here I sit at work with nothing to do but waste my time because my boss is out of town, and I figure "Hell, I might as well pull out and finish the old scrap book". So that is what I do, but before I start adding pictures I look through the old ones. And it's with shock and horror that I casually flip through the pages. Now, everyone knows you don't put bad pictures of yourself in a scrapbook you are making, duh! The realization of this is what truly terrifies me, the fact that once upon a time I actually thought these we all flattering pictures...hahaha...I laugh at the mere thought. But it was entertaining however to look through the many stages of my college years and wonder what the hell I was thinking. And think to myself, damn, I am glad I have changed or morphed into what I am now. True, I am not a beauty queen nor a supermodel, but I am pleased with how I have turned out to look. Of course there are things I would change about my body, but as for my face, I can relax and know I am not butch. However, as I begin to frantically flip through these old pictures trying to find some that are mildly decent I just start laughing. There are four definate stages of looks I went through in college.

1) The "I am still in highschool look". I admit I went to college with the 'highschool kid' look. I had long, straight hair, no layers, just a blunt cut and *gasp* I had bangs. Now we aren't talking the stylish swept to the side bangs, oh no, we are talking the five year old kid bangs that were curled. Yeah, I know, tell me about embarrassing. Thank God those didn't last too long.

2) The "I wish I were still blonde look". Alright I confess, I totally bleeched my hair blonde at the end of my freshman year. What in the hell was I thinking, it was HEINOUS! Not only was my hair attrocious but I had gained the freshman 15 and this was at my fat stage in life. I looked bloated all the time and oh my god I can't believe I did that to myself.But the hair was the worst part, it added another ten pounds and looked like I had piled straw on my head. Ick.

3) The "I am to lazy to want to do my hair look". Yeah, I chopped it all off right after I died it back to my natural color, no more blonde for me. Now this stage wasn't too bad, but my cheeks did look a wee bit chubby with short hair. But, I just go tired of getting up in the morning and having to do my hair so I cut it above my shoulders and didn't touch a styling tool for months. And then I missed my long hair way too much.

4) The "It's going to be long soon look". This is the worst stage because it's not long but you want it to be but it's really not. So that means nothing looks good, your hair is medium and medium on me is not a good thing. There is the inner battle of patience and the voice saying to just chop it all off.

Now) My hair is now long, I have the long side swept bangs, it's all layered with long and short chunks and the color is natural. I have the BEST hair stylist EVER! I have never had someone I have stuck with, she rules. Thanks Heather, I couldn't live without Rhiannon. If you guys are ever in Atlanta you have to check her out!

Poor little guy...

2005-07-18T06:15:00.000-07:00

Once I get the pictures back from the moms I will post one up with this...

So, poor Jeremy got suckered into going out to dinner with people who work for my dad because I didn't want to go alone. Being the good sport that he is, he let me play dress up with him. He donned a button down shirt, black pants, and *gasp* a tie, all to humor me. Now, it's not his normal attire (which is still very nice) and I could tell it was a bit odd for him, but he looked amazing. It was then that I realized he was doing this for me, not because he even slightly thought it would be fun, but to make me smile. Right then and there I melted all over again, I should just accept the idea that I am going to be a big puddle of mush on a permanent basis now. Dinner was very entertaining, the people we were with were hysterical and two of them have my dream job. Don't get me wrong, I love my job, but they are writers and honestly, what I wouldn't give to be able to just write for a living...Jeremy did great, and to his surprise he had a good time. Except when they tried to marry us off in Vegas, giving us price quotes to elope. Yeah, my face was bright red and he just sat there so nonchalantly that you would think they merely recommended a place to eat, not get married.

Ok, so just one more thing he did that was sweet and I promise I will stop. Babe, I am sure you will end up reading this and I am terribly sorry, I know you hate when I brag but I just couldn't help myself...Saturday morning, after a very long and perhaps intoxicated Friday night, Jeremy gets up and decides he is going to run to the store and get stuff to make breakfast. Yes ladies and gentleman, he cooks too. My lazy ass stays in bed because no way in hell am I getting up any time soon. Well, I doze off and when he gets back he comes into the room and there is a huge thud on the bed. To which he says, "I found this on the side of the road". I roll over without a clue what it could be and there next to me is the Harry Potter book. I am a HUGE Harry Potter fan and for him to do this was amazing. I had preordered a copy but it was at my house so he bought me one I could start that day. Here is the funny part, my book never arrived, so if he had not done that for me I would not have been able to start the new book.

I know, all mushy crap but I couldn't help it, someone had to know...I am sure my post later today will be much funnier...perhaps I will tell the story of being labeled cooler than Sly Stalone-Over the top!

5 o'clock Somewhere

2005-07-15T06:37:00.000-07:00

By now it's quite obvious that I am scatterbrained and rather ADD like in my mannerisms, I have horrible spelling but my grammer is usually flawless, I have small boobs, a decent sized ass, and oh yeah...I like to drink. Now, I am not a lush nor an alcoholic but when I go, I go BIG. And as my morning is starting I am already looking forward to this evening of debauchery and sin. Right, why is tonight so special, no big reason really but it's our friend Clay's birthday and it appears as though we are going big. Even if I will be without all three of my wingladies...Sarah and Meri, my green light girls, and Heather a.k.a. Boobs McGee. I will be in the bar with all the boys and no girls, sounds good for about an hour and then I am drunk and irritated and want to yell at the next dude who feels the need to "touch the hiney". Normally I would turn around and tell the guy in the sweetest voice that if he does it again he will be on the pavement outside the bar. (The bartenders are all good friends) I have only been a big enough bitch to have one guy tossed out on his hiney but he was asking for it. So now is a good time I think to perhaps rehash some drunk stories...I have some good ones.
One of my favorites is the night Cassie and I decided we didn't want to take a cab home and Cass (slightly impaired) would drive us home. So, thinking we are such smart little cookies, drive through the backwoods of Myrtle Beach (I went to college there). So were driving along and WHAM! out of nowhere some stupid deer hit us. Hit you? you ask. Yes, the damn thing ran into the side of Cassie's lovely '90 Camry station wagon, affectionately known as the silver bullet. Well, we can't call the cops since we shouldn't be driving and we are in the middle of nowhere. So we drive VERY slowly in case another family member of this deer decides to attack and at the next red light I think to myself that it's a good idea to get out in the middle of the street and check out the damage. Thank God nobody was coming and there was hardly any damage. We made it home safely with a bit of fur decorating the Silver Bullet.

Most recently I was a bit over the top with my drinking thanks to the four jaeger bombs at the end of the night and I went to stay at my friend Patty's house with Ryan, Donnie and Gunny (all boys). Well in the middle of the night I realized that I had to tinkle, so I crawl out of bed Ryan and I are sharing, open Patty's door, walk into the hallway, open Gunny's door and proceed to walk into the closet. Now I was coherent enough to be very confused, at which point I turned around, looked at Gunny and politely (and as soberly as possible) ask him where the bathroom was. If only it ended there, so I go tinkle and walk back into Patty's room, and crawl back in bed with Ryan. Except I decided I wanted to sleep exactly where he was sleeping, so I crawl in bed right on top of right, and try and shove him out of the way. Meanwhile Patty is watching this from his bed dying laughing because I am determined to make Ryan move. So my dumbass gets wedge between Ryan and the other bed. Poor Patty has to practically pick my ass up and put my on the other side of the bed. Did I mention that when I walked out of Gunny's room I told him not to tell Patty that I did that? Yeah well Patty informed me in the morning that he heard that. Wow, what a moron.

So let's hear some of your stories of debauchery...

Pee In Your Pants Kinda Funny

2005-07-14T10:49:00.000-07:00

Right, so, for lunch I ran to Walmart because I am making dinner tonight, CMac and H thanks for the tips...anyway, back to the point. So here I am walking into Walmart and I nearly keel over in shock and laughter. Here is this dude sitting on the bench out side of Walmart with a HUGE sausage in his mouth. Swear to everything I hold valuable (my small boobs included so you know I am serious) this dude had a foot long sausage in his hand and was chowing down on it like it was going out of style. And we are not talking about taking a bite, chewing, swallowing and repeating, oh no, we are talking he had his lips wrapped around that thing like it was giving him the breath of life. And could it be a small sausage, hell no! It was at least a foot long, like one that you slice and serve at dinner parties...nasty if you ask me, but lots of people serve it. Here is the real problem, this dude was dead serious about eating his foot long sausage and here is my dumb ass cracking up in the middle of the parking lot watching him. Like to the point that I could not take a step further. I was trying so hard to hide my laughter that I swallowed my gum and started choking on it. So the sausage dude looks up at me, momentarily removes the sausage, and asks if I am ok. Holy shit, this just started another round of hysterical laughing and flailing my arms around trying to signal I was fine and did not need the heimlich. Whew, I just wish I had a picture of it because it has to be one of the funniest things I have ever seen. And in the middle of my laughing and the huge distraction outside I forgot, once again, to drop my pictures off. UGH...

Angry Animal Lover

2005-07-14T05:27:00.000-07:00

Beau and Casey-Jeremy's Puppies...I love them to death!

So, I walk into work this morning, barely awake of course, because this little girl is sooooo not a morning person, and the first thing to assault my eyes is the newspaper. Normally I just grab it off the receptionists desk and trudge back into my office, however what I saw this morning stopped me dead in my tracks. I preferably would start the morning off with a bit of humor about how I nearly electricuted myself with hair dryer or perhaps singed my baby hairs but this morning I was truly appalled. If you have not noticed by now I am a HUGE animal lover. I love all animals and right now my Bailey girl means the world to me. Front and center on the Gwinnett Daily News (close to Atlanta, GA) is a picture of 37, yes 37, pit bulls that were found in a random drug bust. All of them suffering from neglect and abuse, and most likely being used for fighting. Now, nothing makes me want to take someone outside and beat the everloving daylights out of them than someone who feels the need to harm animals in any way. I am not a violent person, however this makes me want to hurt the owners, perhaps give them a dose of their own medicine. I mean seriously, whose life is so pathetic that they have to take their anger out on innocent animals. I cannot believe how mad I am right now. And to top that off, the asshole living next door to these jerk off's (sorry for the crass language) has the balls to say, "It was really annoying because we heard those dogs barking all the time...Maybe now we'll have some peace and quiet." Sure asshole, hope you sleep better knowing that you sat on your fat ass and did nothing while helpless animals were being tortured and murdered in your own back yard. What really kills me in all of this is that most of these dogs will probably have to be put down. Pit bulls are known for being agressive but with love and care they are so sweet and gentle, however after being abused like this many of them are too dangerous to put into contact with humans. So the bastards may not have killed them directly but indirectly they have. I hope Danny Porter (Gwinnett County D.A.) gives these jerks the maximum sentence of one year per dog, that is at least 37 years in jail. Choke on that number and die jerk offs!

Really, I am not an angry person but the abuse of the innocent really bothers me...

100% A Mess

2005-07-13T11:11:00.000-07:00

The best way to describe me is "a mess". There is always something catastrophic occuring in my life, whether I create it or walk into it. Now, keep in mind that my catastrophies are usually small and insignificant but in the heat of the moment, they are HUGE. For instance, this morning I was attempting to change around my template, add pictures, and other things to be unique and different. Not a big deal right? HA! I was so confused and had screwed so much up that by the time Jeremy lended me a hand I was freaking out and typing a mile a minute to explain my problems. Poor boy, I don't think he even had time to read what I wrote before the screen had filled up and moved out of the box...it takes him all of 30 seconds to fix my problems that took me 30 minutes to explain. And the next 30 seconds to calm me down and quit typing so he could respond. In the back of my head I could hear him saying "easy, easy" in the way he always does when my hyperactive, over eager brain beings to over load. The look on his face was one I get all the time...thank goodness he has the patience of a god. We offset each other very well, I spaz, he chills, he is impulsive, and I plan out everything, overall...we keep each other semi-grounded.Speaking of being a total spaz...so I head on out to Target on my lunch break to get pictures developed and just look around because Target is highly entertaining to me. But what does this moron do, I leave the film in the office, so the whole point to my trip is null and void and I look like a retard. Plus to top it off I forgot my cranberry juice, what a dunce.

Blue Light Special

2005-07-12T12:02:00.000-07:00

Right, so, we get some stupid ass clients. I hate to use such foul language but goodness gracious. We have a client who has called 5 times today freaking out that he is in the newspaper. Well retard...what do you expect, you were pulled over for having a blue light on your dashboard which might not have been so bad but then you allegedly had an open container and were allegedly drunk. So don't call me pissing and moaning when it's your own damn fault. And you might think, Rach, be nice, but then I would have to inform you that this is his third DUI. But he is oh so proud of himself, he ain't touched no drop of that there alcohol in a whole week. As if he deserves a pat on the back, more like a kick in the head, but who am I to pass such judgement. My dumbass just realized that about a month ago I received another, yes another, speeding ticket. The cop was chill (or so I thought) and marked it as a Too Fast For Conditions", I thought horrayyyy! until I found out how much the ticket was...143 bucks, my last speeding ticket wasn't that much. So, back to my problem, my tool of a self didn't realize my court date was tomarrow. So I was doing the who panick thing thinking it was today. Whew! Glad it wasn't. I work for an attorney and I can't keep my own private matters in order. Anyway, I think I am piercing my nose tonight, I am sure that will be my topic of discussion for tomarrow, until them peace!

Bailey girl...I am such a tool!

2005-07-11T12:07:00.000-07:00

This is Bailey girl...my ten pound ball of fur. She is the cutest thing in the world but she is also the biggest pain in the ass. How could this mop end be a pain...let me count the ways...she chewed the bottom of the bathroom door off, she destroyed the grout in my bathroom, decided she was hungry and managed to eat (yes, eat) the baseboards all over the house, eat my college diploma, my favorite sandals from Spain, poop in Heather's house, lay in the dirt 5 minutes after being home from the groomer, eat my dad's jeans, destroy mom's leather Bible, and then she has the nerve to look at you with these big browns eyes that say, "What's wrong mom? Did I do something?" You can't be mad at her, even if you want to be. I mean come on, what kind of dog eats a freaking base board in 4 rooms. She is truly my dog, not the brightest crayon in the box but a hell of a lot of fun. And stubborn doesn't even begin to describe her, she will plant her ass in the middle of the grass during a down pour of rain, cock her head to the right and just look at you. Which means my whiney little self has to march out in the slimely, wet, nasty grass, pick up my soaking wet mop of a dog and carry her in the house. Of course she promptly runs into my room, gets into the curtains and begins to try and dry herself off. Which means the curtains come crashing down and she is lost in the mess. All the while I am on the phone with Jeremy, who let his dogs out before the storm, and he is laughing hysterically. Hmph, so goes a day in the life of the blondest brunette.

Freaking Convert

2005-07-11T10:37:00.000-07:00

Right, I can't believe I am doing this. After I moan and groan and tell everyone that I will never do this...I do it. So goes a day in the life of a not so stubborn mule. My stubborness only goes so far. Heather kept telling me I should do this because I love to write but until now I have merely laughed and thought over my dead body...no, I am not dead but resigned to the fact that I miss writing.
Since this is my first time doing this I figure I might as well tell a little about my boring life. I work for a defense attorney and he is out of town for a month, hence, allowing me to waste time and blog. I love my job but lately working 60 hours a week is a bit exhausting. I used to be able to do it no problem. But now that I have somewhere else I would rather be, with Jeremy of course, it's hard to be in the office that much. We deal with DUI's, speeding tickets, prostitutes, and various other clientele that might dimish your opinion of what I do so we shall leave it at that. The above mentioned boyfriend is Jeremy, and he is the kind of guy you think only exist in the movies. He is going to laugh when he sees that I am doing this since I laughed at him for doing it. Shame on me, I know, I should put put in the corner for it.
Ok, guess I should talk a wee bit about my day so far...right, can I tell you how much I hate when you go to buy something on a website and all of a sudden wham! bang! splat! "I am sorry, we are out of that item"! I mean come on! Why do they thrive on teasing you with near satisfaction. It's like finding something to eat and the box is empty, it's just wrong. I went to buy a bathing suit today and they were out of the bottoms I wanted. It nearly ruined my day but I found the same one in pink so WHEW! Why is it so important you wonder...if you are a girl you understand how hard it is to find a suit that fits and if you find it, it's fifty billion dollars. I found one that fits and isn't 50 billion dollars! Jeremy and I are going on vacation for a week in August for my birthday (isn't he great!) and I needed a new suit. So that little fiasco ended better than I was expecting.
This inspired me to go shopping tonight for fun stuff for vacation, so my poor little Heather is going to go with me. She always gets dragged out shopping and is such a good sport. Plus, she is honest and won't sugar coat anything, if I look fat she will tell me. Besides the fact that we have soooo much fun together and we can talk about anything...good stuff!
Ok, yeah, this is way to long and I have way too much I could type so I guess that means I should stop because it is going to enter the land of boring very soon. So, word to your mother!