I can't fucking wait

Reason #567 that I'm glad I'll be moving out in August:

Helping out with projects and then getting blamed when something goes wrong. :P

Cliffhangers are so cruel

New episodes of Inuyasha started tonight and will be continuing every Sat. night. YAY!!!!! But you know, as excited as I am about that, having to wait an entire week for the next new episode pretty well blows. Granted, during the week are the slightly older episodes that I'm taping which might satiate me a little. Except, you know I won't stay satisfied for long ;)

Agh, my life's like a friggen cliffhanger right now. I just want to get on with it! But nooooo, I've got to wait, just like waiting for the next new season of my favorite series. ::sigh:: I suppose I should be thankful that there IS another season coming up--the season where I FINALLY move out of this house!!!! Cuz it would really suck if I were cancelled due to lack of interest....Alright, maybe that's taking the metaphor too far.

Ding Dong Ding Dong, Wedding Bells

Not mine, of course, but this weekend my cousin Nate got married and we all ventured to the celebration. At first I was a little hesitant, thinking it wuuld end up kinda lame with my mom's ultra silly family all there, and Chris being thrown into the throng of them. But, much to my enjoyment, it turned out to be a super fun time.

During the wedding, my immediate family sat together in the back of the church since little Matthew needed to be near the door in case he got whiney. It also meant that we could be as obnoxious to each other as we wanted without disturbing the ceremony, much. I tell you, if you ever feel bored at a church event, just bring my brother Scott along, and you'll be laughing your ass off...much to the disturbance of those next to you. It's like he's completely annoying and yet totally hilarious at the same time...except for when he stuck the wedding program in the back of my dress. Then I just wanted to kick his ass.

The reception was better than expected as well. Once we finally found the place, there was plenty of good food to eat and people to talk to. It would be have been nice if the dance had started a bit sooner after the dinner--I swear it took forever for them to set up. But we got a game of darts in--naturally, Chris kicked my ass at cricket. I knew when the dance started that there was a chance the songs might totally blow, but when it started out with "In the Mood," I had a feeling I might have a good time. And Chris was an awesome sport about dancing to anything from slow dances to "Love Shack" to the "Electric Slide"--even though he had to learn how to do it. I felt so happy; I've never been with someone who was so carefree and confident about putting himself out on the dancefloor. Such a welcome change. We had tons of fun being silly and sexy at the same time.

And it was so great to see how well he socialized with my family. It takes a kick-ass kind of guy with patience of steel to actually seem enthused about chatting with my mom's gabby sisters or with my dad after he's had a few beers. Hell, I wanted to try to escape from my parents and Scott made me promise to keep Dad from sitting next to him, but Chris, he took it head on and impressed all of us. Add some fun in the hotel with a swimming pool, hot tub, pizza, MXC, and a road trip with fun conversation and singing along with Death Cab for Cutie....I'm telling you, if I don't hold on to this guy, I'm going to seriously kick my own ass.

Do you want a friggen blood sample too?

I swear to an almighty piece of crap job application system....if I have to friggen fill out another friggen page...You see, I'm working on an application, one of many, for a school district near the Twin Cities. Every district has their own unique application, and as I'm finding, some are short and sweet with 2 pages...except they want a copy of every document I can muster, others are online and fairly simple, and this one I've just been working on...that one takes the cake. And I don't mean cuz it's "cake!" I mean it's the longest fucking application I've ever encountered. Hell, it's probably longer than the contract they'd make me sign.

It started out like any application: name, school history, references. But then, they throw in things like a survey on my training in several teaching aspects, job related experiences and interests, and a FRIGGEN ESSAY SECTION! What is this, a college application?! I thought having to write an Educational Philosophy statement was something I had to do (3 different times) to get INTO the School of Ed, not something I'd have to regurgitate 2 years later in the form of some bullshit screening process.

Granted, the essay section and the added questions and surveys will probably do me more good than harm, since I do lack in teaching experience. It'll be a place for my language skills to shine...or something. But dang it, how indepth does an application have to be? Isn't there such thing as an interview or portfolio later? Are they going to pry into my personal life next? I tell you, I just can't wait to turn to page 13 to find out. Page 13...and I haven't even put down my employment history! Fucking A!

I give up for the night. I thought I could finish it, but man, for some small city, they're sure big on paper work. Looks like I'll be working on that one tomorrow too. I'd probably be better off moving on to another district--heck, I could probably finish two of them in the time it'll take to finish the second half of this one. Anyone else encounter stupid fucking applications like that? Applying for jobs is such an assholic bitch. Or a bitchy asshole. Take your pick :P

I got off on good behavior

Is it just me, or does that sound wrong? Anyway, I'm out of work early today, not actually because they like me, but because they ran out of work for me to do. So, I was out after first break, which means I lucked out in getting some extra time to get ready for the weekend. For instance, I've got a cake baking right now, the frosting is completely set to go, I can have lunch with my mom, and pick up a few things I forgot to pack, all before my doctor appointment at 1:30 today. Yay for temporary employment! Granted, I could use the $10/h, but I say, who the fuck cares? Yeah, that's what I'll tell the credit card company :P

Maybe I'll even have an hour to check out a couple stores in the mall on the way to the clinic. I'm sorely in need of GZ appropriate clothing, especially a skirt. Who knows, perhaps I'll luck out and find something perfect for tonight. If not, at least I'll have tried, instead of always relying on my pathetic supply of mix and match clothing I've picked up here and there. I'll come up with something I'm sure, but I'd rather not have to wear pants if I can help it. Somehow, I just don't feel as sexy in a pair of even silky pants, not nearly as much as I would in a swanky little skirt and thigh highs. ;)

Aight, time to get into gear. Lots to do and not that much time to do it in. Later yo!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHRIS!!!! :)

(Please, Excuse the mushy address here) Hope you have a fan-skippin-tastic birthday, my love! Can't wait to see you this weekend. GZ, cake, friends...it's gonna rock. Talk to you later! :)

Thank God that's over!

The suspence that is. Tonight was my brother Chris's 30th bday party, a good time all around. That's not how I thought it was going to go last night, however. I was afraid it was going to turn into an all out bitch fest between Beth and my dad.

Yesterday, Beth informed me that she was down right pissed off that my dad was so impatient and inconsiderate. She had helped out the campaign at the house during the day, which was nice of her to do. After she got back home, she later called to ask about the folding table and chairs that we said we would bring over to the house for the party today. I was on the phone with her talking about this, and mentioned Chris coming over to pick up the stuff. But my dad was still thinking he'd have to help out, getting something down from the attic, even though he wanted to finish up some campaigning shit (when he really should have called it quits for the day). So he yelled.

Anyone who's met my dad knows how friggen loud he can be. And he was loud enough to be heard over the phone. Beth got upset that he would make such a fuss after she went out of her way to help him with the campaign. So she hung up and said she didn't need his help. I yelled at dad for yelling while I was on the phone and getting involved and messing up something I didn't need his help with to begin with. Of course, then he got mad at me for that. He left the house.

Meanwhile, I call Beth back to talk her down and make sure they have the stuff they need for the party. I talk to Chris, but he opts to hand off the phone to Beth. Great. Beth gets on and she's upset, all crying and shit. She not only is upset about the table thing, but about feeling slighted by not being mentioned on the back of my dad's campaign lit. Not only that, she's upset because she feels there is a history of being slighted, especially now that the baby is around and my parents are all just paying attention to him. First it was Chris getting the attention, now it's little Matthew. UGH.

And I had to listen to it all, and be supportive, when I was just like DEAL WITH IT!!!! My parents aren't perfect, far from it. Especially my dad, who can be a total asshole sometimes. But we all know that. Beth knew that getting into this family. It doesn't mean she has to take his shit; it just means she's gotta either put up or shut up about it. I do it all the dang time. Sometimes I talk back (rationally of course), sometimes I stay quiet, sometimes I just vent about it later. I don't let it fester inside me though, nor do I take it as a personal afront. So he's an asshole. Everyone's an asshole sometimes. Even I am, I'm certain. (alright, no comments on that one please). I can still love and care about someone even if I think he's an asshole from time to time. That's just the way love, family, and friends go.

Anyway, I mentioned the conversation with both of my parents--my dad last night and my mom this morning. My dad got all on the defensive and offensive, saying he's not going to change just cuz she's oversensitive. I agree that she is rather sensitive, but that doesn't mean he doesn't do and say things that are offensive, and that he should try and be more careful about it. He wasn't too pleased about a lecture from me, but he did behave himself today. ::whew:: My mom was much more calm about it, and did think that Beth had some points, though she of course denied that she had much part in it, and did say she was a bit too sensitive. Mom's much easier to talk about that stuff though, cuz she actually considers my advice, and talks with me about it rationally. I think I reached her just fine, and she'll be more careful about it too. ::double whew::

I know this isn't the end of it. IT NEVER IS. IT WILL NEVER END. But whatever. You know, not everyone likes their inlaws. In fact, most don't, I'll bet. I'd say most just stand them for the sake of their spouse. You have to love your parents, and I suppose to an effect you have to at least act like you love your inlaws. But you don't have to be with the more than you want. There's a reason Chris and Beth live in GB, and not in Milwaukee where her parents live. I mean geez, if she wants to avoid her own parents, finding them a pain in the ass, then how can she complain about her inlaws? Why'd they move closer to them? Very interesting...Maybe, just MAYBE, someone's overreacting. Just a suggestion.

God knows I'm out of here as soon as I can.

Want to hear something funny?

I've solved the mystery of my missing blog entry that I SWORE I had posted and published. As it turns out, I did indeed post and publish it with no problem at all. So why doesn't it show up? Answer: I posted it on the wrong blog. Somehow, I managed to click on the button for my OLD blog that was abandonded a year and a half ago. It's been so long since I looked at it that I forgot I still can post entries on it.

The bad news is, the entry kind of blows so I'm not going to bother copying, pasting, and posting it on here. It'll just have to be a mystery for you now. Just deal with it :P

Oh that's cheap

I had a blog all set to go and I swear I hit the "post & publish" button; however, there's no blog posting to be found anywhere. Not that it was anything special, but still, what a pain in the ass.

Anyway, here's the latest news bulletin:

*My sister-in-law Jennifer just got an apprenticeship with the hair stylist with whom she really wanted to get the position. She'll get paid minimum wage plus half of her tips, but the products are free and she'll be working towards her own licensure.

*Last night I babysat my adorable nephew over at Chris and Beth's house for a few hours. The kid kicks ass, but I can safely say I'm not anxious to take him home with me.

*My brother Scott asked for a promotion today, and no word yet on whether he got it or not. He thinks he probably won't since he's so young, but it was worth a shot.

*For the last week, I've been taking my dogs for a walk everday after work. It's not much, but it's a definite start to a healthier lifestyle for the mutts and me.

*Saturday I have the pleasure of partaking in a campaign literature drop for my dad--any volunteers? C'mon, there's free food!

*Tonight I get a haircut--just a trim this time. I'm a fan of my lastest punky hair look.

*On Tuesday I watched the last episode in the series of Robin: Witch Hunter. ::sniff sniff tear:: :(

*Also on Tuesday, I went out for chimichangas and martinis (a change of establishment inbetween there) with Amy, Shelly and Jennifer. It was an interesting combination of folks, and the first time I actually hung out with Jennifer without Scott being around (aside from everyday at work). I certainly had a good time, and I think the others did too. Mmmmm a Tiramisu flavored martini. Yum.

*I'm still job searching and working on appplications and resumes. God I'm slow. I better get a good job or I'll kick my own ass this fall.

That's all for now. Yeah, I know I'm not too interesting lately. But hey, next week will be all busy with my brother Chris's 30th bday party, his bday, and then my boyfriend Chris's bday and subsequent party that weekend. Not to mention, a fabulous visit to the dentist...great :P