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I have the weirdest dreams ever.  No really, I do.  L’s standard response after I detail to him my strange, twisted, and ridiculous dreams is “you need professional help.”  The stories often start similarly:
So we were at our house, but it wasn’t really our house.  or  I was in college, but it wasn’t [the college I went to] etc., etc., etc.
 
Now, I know I’m not the only one who has dreams like that.  But mine are always so long and involved.  And a lot of times, scary.  I often wake up and my heart is racing or I’m sweating and clutching the blankets.  It takes me quite a while to kind of calm down and realize that whatever it was that I was just dreaming, is not real.  If L is home, I usually try to wake him up and get as close as possible.  Unfortunately, for someone who is used to getting woken up in the middle of the night, when he’s home, he’s not so easy to wake up.
 
In highschool, the teacher that taught my junior year psychology class told us that dreams are how your brain “dumps” information it doesn’t need anymore.  So all those random factoids you pick up or things you see on TV, they get purged through some sort of dream.  Definitely seems to make sense in my life.  As these crazy dreams are something I’ve had my whole life, my mom often says that my mind is full of random crap that just spins round and round and round and every now and then, it spits something out and that’s what I dream about.  I think she’s right.
 
It gets tiring though.  I go through phases where I will have a (or many) whacked out dreams every night for weeks.  And then for weeks I won’t have any (well, I’m sure that I do, I just don’t remember them).  I specifically remember a time when I was at my last job and I kept having these stupid dreams and would wake up in the middle of the night and not want to go back to sleep.  I was so tired, but I felt like my brain was too “busy” when I slept.
 
The other night, I had a kind of dream that I only recall having one other time.  I woke up and I was mad at L.  SO. MAD.  I was mad because in my dream he did something that made me very mad.  And when I woke up, it took me awhile to not be mad at him.  I kept telling myself that it wasn’t true and never happened, but I was still mad.  Have you ever had a dream like that?
 
The first time was probably a couple years ago when I dreamed he had cancelled plans with me bc his best friend’s girlfriend (who is now his best friend’s fiance’) was coming into town and he wanted to go out with her instead.  (that’s the short version.  Trust me, when I told the entire dream to L, it probably took me a good 10 minutes – no joke).
 
This time I had a dream that L and I were laying in bed, each smoking a joint.  It supposedly was the first time for us and I asked him how long it was going to take before I felt high.  He said he didn’t know.  Then through a conversation about the pot, he admitted that this was not the first time that he had done it and that he had done it several times – and many were when we were “together”.  I got so angry at him.  So, so angry.  1. He had lied to me bc he always told me that he had never done that before, 2. because he had done it when we were “together” and didn’t tell me and bc he felt he needed to to make it better and 3. Why the hell would he risk his job by doing that?  He can be drug tested randomly any day.  Is he stupid?!?!  I got out of bed (in my dream) and laid on the floor to go to sleep.  He started poking me telling me it wasn’t a big deal and I should just get over it.  I went on and on about how I couldn’t trust him bc he was a liar and what was I supposed to do because we were already married, etc., etc., etc.
 
I woke up and was slid halfway down the bed, not using any pillows (typical).  I looked to my right and L was laying there, sleeping.  Heat grew in my face bc I was so mad at him for lying to me.  I looked to my left and there is Shep, laying next to me like another person (those dogs are so spoiled).  I tried to get over my anger and crawled up closer to L telling him that I just had a dream that he was smoking pot and I was mad at him.  He mumbled something I couldn’t make out, said he loved me and rolled over.
 
I fell back asleep for a couple hours before my alarm went off and when I got up, I was still a little mad.  It wore off before I left the house.  I guess because it finally sunk in that it was a dream and it wasn’t real.  I told him about the dream later that day and he said he remembered me saying something about pot and then promised me that he has never done it and never will – he’d really like to keep that job of his.
 
What’s even weirder about all of this?  As I’m telling him about the dream again, he says, “Oh yeah, did I tell you I got popped for a test at the vollies yesterday?”  The volunteer FD in our town that we’re both members of randomly selects a group of people each quarter to be drug tested and L’s name popped up this time – but he never mentioned it.  Maybe I’m a prophet! haha.
 
Am I the only one that experiences the wake-up angry dreams?  Or are there others out there (God, I hope so!).

L and I were talking last night and he said something that made me stop.

We both want kids one day.  Two would be good.  One day.   Not tomorrow, not a year after we’re married, but one day.  We’ve discussed in the past that five years or so after we’re married would be a good time range to shoot for.  I was happy with that.  I don’t feel as though I could be responsible for another human being at this point in my life.  It’s not that I’m irresponsible, I just don’t know that I’m ready for that task yet.

I’m just not a baby person.  They’re cute.  And I want a couple one day, but I’m just not a baby-obsessed person.  I never have been.  I don’t fuss over my friends’ babies, I don’t long to hold one.  And in fact, when my friends have had babies and there’s the obligatory first visit and you feel you have to hold the baby, I swear that I have a panic attack because I’m afraid I’m going to break the baby.  Once they’re to the point where they can hold their own heads up, I’m better, but you get the idea. 

Then there are the older kids.  I just am never really sure what to do with them.  When I was in highschool I babysat, but really only for two or three families. When we’re around a lot of the kids at the volunteer FD, I never know if I should tell them ‘no’ or stop them from running around because they’re not my kids (the answer is yes, it’s kind of collective parenting at that place, apparently).  I’m always afraid that I’ll talk to a kid on a younger level than they really are.  Maybe it’s because I’m an only child, or perhaps it’s because I don’t recall my mom ever being baby crazy.

L, on the other hand, is different.  He loves playing with the kids at the volunteer FD; he always riles them up and they run to him when he walks into a room.  Even one of the really young kids who is just learning to walk.  He would teeter totter over in L’s direction and L would put out his hand to help him get around.  It’s really adorable.

A few months ago, I was with a group of women from the volunteer FD when one of them said that they were pretty sure that L would be ready to have kids before I am.  I wouldn’t be surprised, but we’ve always been on the same page about this 5 year thing.

Until last night.

While talking about a variety of things about us, the conversation turned to this:

L: I think the girls might have been right.

Me: Right about what?

L: About me being ready to have kids before you are.

Me: ::stares blankly at him, my heart may have momentarily stopped, jaw hits ground::  Umm, ok.  Well, uh, so, yeah, when are you thinking?  I thought we were good with 5 years.

L: I don’t know, maybe 4 years.

Me:   ::to myself, phew, ok, that’s not TOO bad.::  So, is this the only time you might change your mind or are we going to slowly reduce that number? 

L: I don’t know, I think that’s a good number.

Me:  ::to myself, that’s what you said about 5 years!::  Because I’m soooo not ok with a honeymoon baby.

L: Um, yeah, no.  Me either.

He surprises me with this stuff sometimes.  It’s no surprise that we want kids, we talk about what our family will be like in the future, but sometimes you just wouldn’t expect it from him.  And then a conversation like last night’s happens.  Or when he brings this up out of nowhere.

I think he’ll be a good dad one day.  And I can’t wait to see what our family is like… one day.

Ed. Note: This is the post that I wrote and lost the other day.  I stumbled upon it saved in my drafts folder – I had no idea it was there!  The dates are a little off because I don’t feel like editing this from when it was written on 12/9. 🙂

Wow, my poor little blog has been ignored since November 19.  And before then, it wasn’t very much better.  You would think that since I haven’t had a job for, oh four and a half months now, that I would have plenty of time on my hands.

In those months, I have found plenty to keep myself busy with – especially now that we’re engaged.  If I wasn’t spending every waking moment searching for a venue, then I was mailing cupcakes or making envelopes (more on that after Christmas).  In anycase, I’ve been busy.

After driving to and from Connecticut and only spending two days there (that’s a 12 hour drive for anyone that’s counting), December was right around the corner.

We had planned to get our tree on the first Saturday inDecember – the same as last year.  We drive up into the mountains so we can cut our own.  Well, Saturday came and we had been to a Christmas party the night before and after consuming one too many root beer float shots, I slept later than we had planned.  And it was kind of gross out, so we postponed to the next day.

Sunday we drove up to Boone, NC (where Appalachain State University is) and cut down our tree and came home (more on that soon, too).  We hung out at the house for 2 hours while L worked on homework and I finished making envelopes before heading to a friends house that night for dinner where we stayed until 10:30.

Then I started thinking… when the heck were we going to put up the tree??  Or the other decorations for that matter?  This is our schedule:

Monday (12/7)
Day: L works at part-time station till 6; I run errands getting stuff for a party that night and prepare
Night: I have ornament exchange party at a friend’s house; L goes for drinks with all the husbands who weren’t invited to the party

Tuesday (yesterday)
Day: L works 24 hours at full-time job; I run errands to get supplies for a banner he asked me to make for a retirement party they are hosting at work next week and then clean the house so I can put out Christmas decorations.
Night: This is when I was going to decorate inside the house (minus the tree that was still in the garage in a bucket of water)

Wednesday (today):
Day: L works at part-time station; I finish any decorating I can do on my own
Night: We go to an award ceremony and dinner for his captain at work

Thursday:
Day: L works 24 hours; I start making cookies for the retirement party they are hosting next week.
Night: L is still at work; I do wedding research stuff.

Friday:
Day: L works till 6 at part-time station; I work on wedding stuff, etc.
Night: We have L’s work Christmas party at 6:30 and have a co-ed baby shower at 7.  Hmm, the Christmas party is 45 minutes away and the baby shower is in town where we live.  We will obviously be very late to the latter.

Saturday:
Day: We were supposed to run in a 5k, but L is working 24 hours for someone else.  I am no longer running because I didn’t register early enough and now it’s like $40.
Night: L is still working, but we have also been invited to a graduation celebration for his friend’s wife.  I may still go bc the friend’s wife is friend’s with CR.

Sunday:
Day: L works 24 hours for his normal shift

Monday:
Day: L works till 6 at his part-time station
Night:  Nothing.  Wait, what?  Did I just write ‘nothing’?  One night that we don’t have planned.  I guess we can decorate the tree this night!

Tuesday:
Day:  L works 24 hours
Night: L still working.  I’m going to dinner with CR.

Wednesday:
Day: L works till 6 at his part-time station
Night:  We have the monthly business meeting at the VFD.  Big meeting because we’re voting on a lot of positions.

Thursday:
Leave for his parent’s house and go to a beach music party that night

Friday:
Spend some time seeing family in friends near his parents’; drive back Friday night for a friend’s party.

Saturday:
Attend E’s graduation (she got her Master’s!), then drive back to L’s parent’s house to go to a family dinner party that night.

Sunday:
Attend a second family dinner party with L’s family.

Monday:
Drive together to CT

Tuesday, Wednesday:
Enjoy CT

Thursday (Christmas Eve):
L flies back to his parent’s house and has dinner with them.  Then drives to Charlotte to work to let someone go home early that night.

Friday (Christmas Day):
L works his scheduled 24 hours; I’m in CT with the fam

Saturday:
L works his part-time job; I’m still in CT

Sunday:
L works 24 hours; I drive back from CT

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So, there you have it.  We would be able to put up and decorate our tree on exactly one day.  and that happened to be 3 days before we go out of town.  Well, that’s not very much fun.  And a waste of a very pretty (and expensive) tree!

The other night, L said he would put in for a stand-by vacation day for yesterday so we could get some stuff done around the house.  When I texted him yesterday morning at 8:30 to see if he got it, he hadn’t.  It’s all dependent on how many people have also requested a day and how many other people are already on approved vacations or call in sick.  It didn’t look like he would get the night off either.

I continued on with my day.  Made his retirement banners, got a gift together for the baby shower and cleaned the house.  He texted me letting me know that he was getting moved to a different station for the night and I was bummed that he wasn’t able to come home.  I had just finished cleaning and sat down to watch a rerun of the Gilmore Girls when the doorbell rang.

Finally!  The kid I bought a wreath from for a school fundraiser was finally delivering it.  I opened the door and it was no pimle face teenager – it was L!  He had gotten the night off.

He did admit though, that he didn’t think it was going to happen and he actually was moved to a different station.  But just before he left they called him back and told him he could go home.

So, we put up the tree and decorated it and put up some of the outside decorations.  Unfortunately, it was raining really hard, so we couldn’t put them all up. 

Our tree is so pretty and I”m so glad we got it up!

I am really going to try to be a better blogger and post everday like I used to.

Well, hello blog world.  Are you still there?  I’ve somewhat ignored this little space of mine.  I either haven’t had much to say, or I just plain didn’t feel like writing.  How could that be since I have no job?  I don’t know.  It’s weird.  Sometimes I have trouble mustering up the motivation for things.  Like how I’ve looked at the pile of clean laundry grow larger and larger, but I just can’t seem to bring myself to fold it and put it away.  Or all the projects I have come up with to work on now that I have all this free time, yet, I just haven’t done them.  I know that I’ll eventually get a job (I will right?  Because I’m starting to worry) and I won’t have ALL this time anymore and I’ll be mad at myself for not doing it.

So what have I been doing?  Eh, not a whole lot.  I still spend a lot of time taking the puppies to the dog park.  Sometimes we’ll spend 3 hours there.  I know I could spend some of that time doing these projects I’ve come up with, but I just love taking them and watching them play.  Plus it’s so good for them to get the exercise.  We go almost every day.  Not always for three hours, but we do do that often.  It kind of depends on the weather and how many dogs are there and how much they’re playing.  Over the last two weeks though, every single day we go at least one, sometimes more, person has asked me if Shep is a puppy.  I just laugh and tell them that no, he’s not.  He’s almost two years old.  The question usually comes when he “kneels” down on his front two paws with his butt in the air, tail wagging wildly, jumping and twisting around and barking.  He’s quite a site.

We finally spoke with L’s uncle’s vet about Shep’s eye.  He says he thinks we should wait before we take his eye out.  His gut feeling is that the tumor won’t grow beyond his skull, but it might be a good idea to get an ultrasound to use as a baseline for down the road.  Also, he thinks we should have been advised to do that in the very beginning.  I’m not too happy with our opthamologist.  I think that he based a lot of his advice on the fact that we mentioned we didn’t have a lot of money to spend.  But what we met was that, we might not be able to pay for a $2500 treatment that day, but if it’s necessary, we can save our money and do it at a point in the future.  You know what I mean?  Anyway, we may go back or we may go to an opthamologist in Raleigh that works with NC State University’s Vetrinary School that was recommended by L’s uncle’s vet.

In other doggy eye news, he’s got this weird white/greenish gunk coming out of his eye.  I think it might be infected, so we’re trying to get him in this week to be looked at.  My poor puppy.

L surprised me with tickets to A Chorus Line on Saturday night.  I had mentioned that I wanted to go and then I just never bought the tickets, but he did.  It was a great show and a wonderful night together.

We’ve worked on the yard.  A lot!  We spend all day Saturday dethatching, aerating, watering, etc.  Hopefully we’ll actually be able to grow grass this year.  We’ve have a lot more wood to build the fence with and will be working on that too.  It was important to get the grass worked on so L could put seed down before it gets too cold.

Let’s see, what else?

L was at work last night and our friend had to come over when I heard a noise.  It sounded like something fell in the laundry room.  Even though the puppies didn’t budge, it still scared me.  I called L and he stayed on the phone with me while I checked the laundry room, garage and porch and found nothing.  While I was standing in the laundry room, I heard another noise that sounded like it was coming from underneath the house.  It was probably just Shep flopping down on the floor, but then I remembered we never locked the door to the crawl space the day before.  I freaked out so L had our friend come over and check it out.  And he didn’t even make fun of me. 🙂  Not to my face at least.

This same friend lives in a really nice neighborhood around the corner from us.  He and L worked together today in town and I went to lunch with them.  They stopped by his house first and L walked into the house across from him that the developer foreclosed on and told me all about it.  It sounded beautiful (plus I know how nice or friend’s house is, so I figured it had to be similar).  L took me over there after lunch and oh my God, I WANT IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  It is a steal, too.  Still more than we could afford, but both our friend and L said that it would be worth lowballing them for a better price bc they likely just want to get it off their hands.  It would be an awesome investment too since they are selling if for about $120,000 LESS than what it’s worth.

I want it.  No, like, I REALLY want it.  L said that he wants to just throw an offer out to them.  And I hate when he says stuff like that because he never acts on it, but it gets my  hopes up.  I mean, the liklihood of them accepting what we would be able to offer is slim, but it’s still the excitement of doing it. 

The house is unfinished and our friend was suggesting to put in the offer that they could leave things out, like carpeting, etc. to help.  I would love it if we could even look into it more, but I’m trying my best not to get my hopes up, because this is the one thing that L doesn’t really come through on.  He talks a lot of talk about it, but rarely does anything.  Perhaps this is why I’m bad at window shopping in general.

But if we were across the street from our friend – it’s a whole lot closer for him when I hear a strange noise 😉

We’ve got lots of stuff going on this October (also, how is it October already?).  L’s birthday is coming up which means a trip to his parent’s house and the state fair which I’m pretty excited about. 

We’re running two 5ks this month.  My very first.  We were only going to do one, but they just scheduled one on my college campus, so I really want to do that too.

Speaking of running, I’ve run 4 miles.  At one time.  Without stopping.  Pretty amazing if you ask me.  It takes me awhile to do it, but I’m not going for time.  I just want to do it.

I booked a hotel room for the Cooper River Bridge Run which is March 27.  They are very expensive that weekend and I’m afraid of them selling out, so I just went ahead and got one.  🙂

I guess that’s it.  I’ll try to post a little more frequently.  As I try to get more motivation for toher stuff in life too!

I hardly ever use my check book.  I couldn’t even tell you the last time I broke it out.  I just have no need for it on a regular basis.  I pay all my bills online and that’s about it.  But there is that time every now and then when I need it.  And now is one of them.  And I just can’t freakin find it!

I looked for it a couple weeks ago when I needed to write a check to cover my health insurance premium to make sure my coverage remained intact since I was laid off.  I was quite unsuccessful, but luckily I just transferred some money to my mom and she wrote the check for me (I feel like such a child saying that).

But now I need it to set up a direct deposit.  No, I haven’t gotten a job, but fortunatley you can now have your unemployment benefits directly deposited into your checking account.  So obviously, I need my own check. 

I’m not at a complete loss though.  If you don’t set up a direct deposit, they send you a special debit card that you can use.  I was a little worried that this debit card was going to scream “Hi! I’m unemployed!”  But luckily, it doesn’t.  I guess if you know what the debit cards look like, you would know, but if you don’t, it’s pretty inconspicuous.  Just a regular Master Card debit card that has a picture of a cardinal and says North Carolina across the top in pretty writing.

Ok.  The debit card idea is fine and I got it today so for the first time I finally have access to my funds.  It will just be so much easier to have it in my regualr account which is why I have to find that damn checkbook.

But I do have one issue with their little debit card program.  You are charged the usual ATM surcharges unless you use a Wachovia ATM.  No biggie, they’re all over the place since they are headquartered in Charlotte.  However, you can only get TWO free ATM withdrawls PER MONTH.  Even if it is at Wachovia.  After that, it’s $1.50 per withdrawl.  I know that’s an average ATM fee, but seriously, you only get TWO per month?!  This is for people who are UNEMPLOYED.  Every penny counts. 

I don’t even get cash out of the ATM that often, but it still annoys me.  Maybe it’s to deter people from spending the money on lottery tickets and such.  But still.  What about people with kids who might need money for school and all.  Anyway.  That’s just me.  I find it annoying and greedy.

Moving on…  off to turn the house upside down looking for my check book.

L and I had the most wonderful weekend at the beach.  We got there a little after lunch time on Friday and left early Monday afternoon.  The whole weekend?  Absolute bliss.  Friday was a little cloudy, but every other day was the aboslute perfect beach weather.  Not too hot.  Not too cold.  Just. Perfect.

The most interesting part?  It was the weekend after Labor Day, so one can say that the “beach season” is over, yet it was very, very crowded.  Spring break crowded.  But with one minor difference.  L and I were probably the youngest ones there by AT LEAST 25 years.  Yes, twenty-five years.

You see, L’s parent’s condo is in the heart of Shagging country – the kind of old school partner dance to beach music.  About two years ago, one of my friends introduced me to beach music by way of a Chairmen of the Board concert and I’ve loved it ever since.  And whenever we go to the beach, there’s always that hint of Shag, even if it’s just the pictures on the walls of the bars. 

But this weekend was different.  This weekend was the SOS Fall Migration.  SOS stands for Society of Stranders.  The Myrtle Beach-area, mostly North Myrtle Beach (I believe) is referred to as the Strand.  I believe the short version of the SOS history began in 1989 when a guy who was an NMB lifeguard in the 50s started this one time festival for all those that loved beach music and shagging.  Thousands decended upon NMB and shagged and partied for 10 days.  Then it was repeated the next year, and soon after that SOS became a real organization and now they do this 3-4 times a year.  People from shag clubs from all over (mostly the Carolinas and the southeast, but other places too) come together to keep the dance alive and enjoy being with friends.  L put it best when he said it was the AARP spring break on steroids.

But you know what?  We had the most fantastic time.  A long time ago I asked L if we could take shagging lessons before some big party we might throw as a celebration next year and he agreed.  But this weekend made me so much more excited about it.  They all just have so much fun dancing.  The condo balconies were strung with the banners from Shag clubs and the beaches were filled with people our parent’s age and older playing cornhole, drinking, swimming and tanning.  But those taht weren’t on the beach were in the clubs.  There were Shag workshops beginning at 10am and from our condo we could see people overflowing off the patio of the bar across the street as early as 11am.  

The fall migration began on Friday, but was really in full swing by Saturday.  We walked  into the bar across the street on Saturday evening around 8pm.  It was crowded, but we were determined to find a table because we wanted to eat there for dinner.  As we walked up, there was a gentleman at the door.  L starts to reach for his wallet, assuming that he was there to card, but instead the man asked for our SOS membership cards.  L told him we didn’t have them and he said, ‘just go in anyway.’ 

Later, when we made friends with a well-known Shag DJ, the head of the SOS organization and another SOS member, we learned that you pretty much need to have a card to get into these places.  Apparently we were just lucky. 

We were able to listen to some outdoor concerts they had and a street festival on Monday too.  Very unexpected, but fun events!

Besides that, we took the puppies for two 5 mile walks on the beach and they got to swim a lot too, we ate in our favorite seafood town twice, drove up to Sunset Beach and Ocean Isle just to see it since I had never been (and perhaps secretly wanted to see if there would be any potential places for that party we might have next year – shh, don’t tell L.  I tired to convince him that that wasn’t on my mind – but I’m pretty sure he knew it was:).

I totally didn’t want to go home Monday, but alas, all things must come to an end.  I guess there are some perks to being unemployed though since we were able to go for almost 4 days!

Here are some photos and videos from the weekend:

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Burying L’s feet in the sand 🙂

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Sunrise walk on the beach

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Shep layed down in the water while some other people stopped to talk to us on our walk

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Early eveining is one of my favorite times on the beach.  L and I headed out before dinner to share a bottle of wine.  He’s just learning to appreciate wine, so we started off with my favorite “beginner’s wine” – white zin, or kool-aid wine 🙂  I’m not gonna lie, I still love it!

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At the bar we weren’t supposed to be able to get in to.  Right before this picture, a lady sitting next to us leaned over and said, “excuse me, did you drink ALL of those beers?”  L just laughed and said “Yes, and a bottle of wine before we came.” The lady laughed and made some comment about her days of being able to do that were over.  It was funny and she was very nice.  These Shaggers are just so personable and nice!

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The water tower has Shaggers painted on it.  Supposedly this was a historic moment and it was lit up for the very first time – although I swear it looked like this every other time we’ve been there.

 
Shep swimming in the ocean – he had a great time and was actually swimming until he got pummelled by a few waves.  Also, I really didn’t want to put myself in a bathing suit on here, but our puppies are just too darn cute!


Dixie swimming.  She didn’t like it quite as much as Shep – but it’s funny to watch her leap over the waves.

I’m watching the second half of the Today Show with Hoda and Kathie Lee Gifford where they do segments on gossip, fashion, etc.  They just finished a story on choosing the correct bra to flatter your figure.  They put this one lady in a very pretty purple bra that had a little rhinestone in the middle.

Then the woman says, “…and this comes in sizes up through G.”

Wait, say what?  G?  There is a size G?

I mean, I guess I’ve seen some woman who are probably that size.  You know, the one’s whose bra could probably cover your head, even if you had some hugh 80s hairstyle.  I guess I just never thought about it.  Plus, I’ve never even been near that end of the size spectrum, as most of my bras are padded so I don’t look prepubecent.

I’m sitting here perusing some blogs and looking for job postings and have the news on in the background.  A story just came on that really irks me.  Soon (I can’t remember when since I was doing too many things at once), US Air will start charging $20 for the first bag checked.

Seriously? 

$20 for ONE checked bag?

Come on, people. 

Oh, and that’s only if you check your bags online – which I didn’t even know you could do.  Anyway, if you check them in at the airport, it’s $5 more.

Ok fine.  You need to charge more because you’re losing money.  But now you’re going to charge more to do it at the airport? 

Sometimes I don’t know if I”m going to check a bag until right before I leave.  It depends on what I can fit into what bags.

Also, with all this charging for bags, it causes havok on the plane and makes the boarding process so much longer because people don’t want to pay the fees and try to shove huge bags in compartments that they don’t fit in.  Or people who can’t manage to lift their bag above them try to and block the aisle and oh my God can’t you just sit down and fasten your seatbelt so we can go???

Perhaps this will go the way of the fees for soda and water.  Since you know, that was dumb too and they went back to it being free.

On a side note, I think all the additional charges are completely absurd anyway.  Don’t tell me that the fuel costs more during Thanksgiving than other times.  Because I don’t think that’s true yet you’re still trying to charge me $600 to fly from NC to NY.  Yeah. Not cool.

Annnd, speaking of crazy ticket prices.  Why were tickets to Cabo $230 last Monday and as of last Tuesday they are $450?  Because, I don’t know, we may have just booked a week long trip to Cabo for next July to celebrate LM’s 30th bday.

Ok.  I’ll end my random tangent.

About a month or two ago I woke up one morning with a horribly stiff neck.  It was all along the right side of my neck –  I could barely turn to look over my shoulder when merging on to the highway.  It was horrible.  And it lasted all day.  And the next day, and the next and the next.  Actually, it lasted for almost 2 weeks.  It wasn’t quite as bad toward the end of the second week, but I was really not happy about being in this pain for so long.

I tried to arrange my pillows differently.  I tried different pillows completely.  I tried different sleeping positions, but nothing worked.  And then one day I was fine.

This morning I woke up and it happened again.  Except this time it is down the back of my neck and extends to the top quarter or so of my back – about midway down my shoulder blades.  It’s feels like a lot of tightness and soreness on either side of my spine.

Oy.  I just don’t get it.

Maybe I’m just getting old…

I’m covered.  From head to toe.  I’m covered in mosquito bites.  I don’t understand it. 

It’s summer.  I get that.  There are bugs.  But really?  Why am I getting four bites when I walk into the garage for 5 minutes to fill up the dog’s food container? 

Sure I got lots of bites as a kid.  Doesn’t everybody?  I spent lots of time outside and those were my battlewounds.  But this year and last year, as an adult,  it has been ridiculous.  No matter where I go, I’m eaten alive.  And the thing is, it doesn’t happen when I spend lots of time outside.  It’s when I take the dogs out to go to the bathroom.  Or when I was standing in the truck bays at the fire station helping him pass out new uniforms. 

I hate using bug spray.  It usually smells.  I inevidiably get it on my hands.  And what am I supposed to do?  Keep it by the door and spray myself every time I walk out the door?

I got what I refer to as a “bug band” from target.  It’s made by OFF and it’s this little rubber bracelet that you wear to repel bugs.  It has a scent, but it’s not completely unpleasant and the one time I wore it, it seemed to work.  But I forget to put it on.  Even though I keep it in my purse.  By the time I remember, I’ve already been attacked.

Maybe I’m putting off some kind of mosquito pheramones that have just developed.  Hmm.  I don’t know.

In the meantime, I’ll be trying not to scratch those damn bites.

3 years ago today, my and my mom’s cars were packed solid with all of my stuff and we hit the road.  After many, many months of anticipation, I was finally moving back to Charlotte. 

I’m so glad that I came back.  I still miss some things about living in CT like being able to go to the beach at a moment’s notice, or the proximity to NYC – but I wouldn’t change this for the world.

I also moved back without having a job in place and very little in savings.  And I got a job within a week and a half.  Maybe it will be similar with this new job search. 🙂

Anyway, here’s to me and the Charlotte area (since I don’t actually live in Charlotte anymore)!

*Recap from our great trip to CT coming soon!

So I’ve officially been out of work for about 2 1/2 days now.  And, um, I’m starting to run out of things to do.  I don’t want to waste my days sleeping/being lazy, so I get up around 7:45/8 and get dressed and ready for the day.  Monday I searched online for jobs for a while, I did some grocery shopping, stopped at Marshall’s to window shop, took the puppies for a walk and cleaned the house top to bottom.  And that was it.  And you know what?  It didn’t take up the entire day.  Not to mention, L was working so I didn’t even have him home or coming home from his part-time job to break it up. 

Yesterday, I tried a workout on on-demand that sort of kicked my butt, looked for more jobs, ran to the bank, and folded a month’s worth of clothes and put them away.  L had a promotional test in the morning, then went to lunch with some of his co-workers and ran some errands.  When he got home, it was a nice break.

Today, I met him at the fire station in town so we could drop  my car off for an oil change, gave the puppies a bath and got dressed.  We’re leaving for CT tomorrow morning so I still need to pack and clean out my car so it’s nice and sparkly for the drive tomorrow.  I’ll look for jobs again in awhile, but then that’s it.  L is working at his full-time job tonight, so it’s another day of just me and the puppies.

I’m not sure what I’ll do once we get back from CT.  I’m trying to come up with little projects to do around the house and space them out so I don’t do them all at once!

In other news, we’ll be on our way to CT in less than 24 hours and L hasn’t asked me any huge important question. 😦  When I ruined the whole Savannah thing, he told me it would be before we went to CT, but it never happened.  We thought about going to the beach the weekend before last.  Kind of a last minute idea, but L told me that he’d rather hang out around the house.  I thought maybe it was going to be that weekend since he hardly ever turns down a trip to the beach.  Maybe he had something planned.  But the weekend came and went and nothing happened.  Then I thought it would be this past weekend.  But as I thought about it more, I didn’t think he would do it then.  He told me he had planned to study for his promotional exam all weekend.  Saturday we actually ended up working on our fence (yay!) and then we went to a friend’s birthday party.  Sunday, maybe?  Well, since he didn’t study on Saturday, I knew he would need to study on Sunday.  And that he did.  All day long.  Monday, as I noted, he worked.  When I talked to him that night I asked if he was coming home after his test on Tuesday or if he had other stuff going on.  That’s when he told me he was having lunch with the guys and then running errands.  But he wouldn’t specify what kind of errands he was running.  I thought maybe he was going to do it last night.  Then when he got home, he told me how he wasn’t going to an FD thing that he had been planning to go to.  Then I thought maybe it really was going to happen.  Then he went and cut the grass and did some stuff for work.  And, of course, it never happened.

He keeps telling me that he has something planned.  And that I just need to be patient.  And I know that I need to be patient.  But I just want it so bad.  And I don’t know if he decided not to ask me before we went to CT because he thought I would be expecting it or what.  But it’s just disappointing I guess. I know I probably sound like the  biggest brat in the world, but I can’t help it.  We’ve been talking seriously about getting married for almost 2 years now.  And it just keeps getting pushed back.  He said this to me the other day.  In a really cute and sweet way: I’m not trying to upset you or stir anything up, but I really, really wanted to do it in Savannah.

So, I know that he wants to do it, but.  I don’t know.  I don’t know what I think.  I’m just so ready to start that next part of my life with him and I want it to start now.

But, in anycase.  We’ll be in CT all weekend and won’t be back till Tuesday night – so I probably won’t be posting till then.  It will be good to get away for a few days – and L even got tickets to the Yankees/Red Sox game on Friday. 🙂

This past weekend, L and I started working on digging holes for the fence in our backyard.  Luckily we used a gas powered post hole digger, so that helped a lot.  But it was still hard work.  And it was hot out.  And we worked alllll day.  When we stopped at 9pm (after we dug into a yellow jacket nest and I was stung 4 times and he was stung 5 times) we were exhausted and sweaty and didn’t get to bed till very late.  Therefore I was looking forward to going to bed early last night. 

It is a rule at his volunteer department that you respond to 5% of the monthly calls OR sign up for one night a week to be on call where you will respond no matter what.  Well, L always responds to at least 5% so he stopped signing up for nights.  As it turns out, a lot of people meet the 5% percent so they stopped signing up too and  thus there was a deficiency of people officially on call.  The top of the chain of command was making a big deal about this, especially to the captains (which L is one of them) saying they needed to set a good example and sign up for nights.  Really guys?  You just need to change your rule because these guys aren’t doing anything wrong.

Although this annoyed L, he was the bigger person and started signing up for nights again a few months ago.  A lot of the time, the pager doesn’t go off at all – or only once or twice a night (and when I say night, I mean starting at like 6 when I get home).  But apparently L has some sort of curse.

He was on call last night and you know what?  It went off.  Not once, not twice, but SIX times between 7pm and 5am.  Also?  FIVE of those times were after 10:30pm.  Oy. Freaking. Vey.

He crawled back in to bed after one of them in the middle of the night and I said, ‘how bout you just stay here for the rest of the night.’  I kid you not, it wasn’t 5 minutes before that damn thing went off again.  He hopped out of bed and if I wasn’t so tired I would have hopped up just as fast, grabbed the pager and thrown it out the window.

It’s not like you wake up to the soothing sound of crashing waves, it sounds like this (to think I complained about it going off twice in this post.  I would have killed for it to have only gone off twice last night).

This has become a trend for him.  He was on call last Monday night and we got some wicked storms.  He ran two calls before 10pm and then left for a call at 12:40am and ran continuosly until 5:30am.  Umm, what’s up with that? ha.

In anycase, I am very sleepy today.

L and I have been together for about 2 1/2 years now and spend just about every free moment together – whether it’s just him and me or it is amongst friends or family.  Needless to say, we know each other quite well, so it’s not too often that he does or says something that completely surprises me.

He is your typical guys-guy, but he’s got a lot of heart.  We talk about our future about every two point five seconds.  Obviously we both want to get married and we talk about the family we will have one day.  “One day” being the key word.  Neither one of us feels ready to extend our family beyond the puppies any time soon, but we know that eventually, we will.

In the meantime though, he’s good around babies and kids.  The volunteer FD is crawling with them, and he’s just so natural around them.  Whether it’s making sure the little boy who is just learning to walk doesn’t trip, or it’s throwing all the kids into the pool for fun at a party we are at.

But still.  There are some things I don’t expect him to say or do.

He makes fun of me when I casually make references to things we can do at our wedding.  “So, I know I’m not supposed to be talking about this, but wouldn’t it be really cool if we did x,y,z at a big celebration we might be throwing sometime next year?” 

But then, he throws me for a loop.

Saturday night we had been at a friends house for a pool party/BBQ, one of the other girls there just announced she was pregnant a few weeks ago.  While L was playing with all the kids in the pool, I was sitting on the deck talking with a bunch of the other girls and catching up with the pregnant girl.

Yesterday on the way to lunch, I was bringing L up to speed on everything I had heard.  He asked me how far along that girl was now and I said I wasn’t sure, but her and her fiance (no shot gun wedding – it was planned before she was pregnant) are finding out the sex of the baby this week.

“I really like the cake idea,” he said.  “Yeah, me too,” I replied – not showing how surprised I was that he brought this up again.  “Like, if you had a party and then cut the cake and everyone found out at the same time,” he continued.  Again, shocked.

No idea what I’m talking about?

We were watching 18 Kids and Counting a few weeks ago – the show abou the Duggars on TLC.  L really is not a fan of this show, but for some reason, I’m addicted.  I usually save the DVR’d episodes for nights that he is working, but every now and then we watch it together.  The oldest son in the family was married a few months ago and he and his wife recently announced that they are expecting their first child.

Being the media saavy family that they are, they decided to take the opportunity to find out the sex of their  baby on national television – The Today Show.

When they had their ultra sound and the doctor determined if it was a boy or a girl, she gave the information to a bakery that the couple had supplied them with.  The bakery made this really cute baby-themed cake – although it was super unisex.   But when the cut into it, the bakery used either pink icing or blue icing in between the layers and that was based on the information the doctor gave them.

So, the couple was on The Today Show and when they cut into the cake, they found pink icing – they were having a girl! 

Even then, L commented on how cool he thought that was.  I agree, I think it is totally an adorable idea and I do like his idea of having some sort of party with family to announce the sex.  (One day.  Not any time soon.)

But then when he brought it up again, weeks later.  It just surprised me.  Not that I didn’t love it.  I love that he thinks that way, it just sort of surprised me a little.

He’s such a cutie.  I think I’ll keep him around for a while more. 😉

It has happened.  My poor little car is officially old.

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It happened on the way to work this morning.  Not long after I got on the highway.  Perhaps that’s appropriate considering I spend a good amount of time on that highway every day.  And yes, all 100,000 of those miles are from me.  It had a mere 11 miles on it when I bought it brand new.

To think, it’s just over 4 years old.  My damn commute is what did it.  Almost 100 miles a day.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m so glad I moved in with L – I just wish I could find a job that was a little closer to the house.

So here’s to you, my cute little car.  You’ve been loyal to me – even after that minor little accident a few years ago.  And when I say minor, I really mean, not so minor.  I look forward to many more miles with you.  Especially the 743.92 – each way – that we’ll be taking you on in a couple weeks when we go to CT.