Dee Dee Dee!

Forgot my meds for the FOURTH day in a row!



Woot!

So I was tackling the extrememly difficult job of shopping for my Halloween costume today. Seriously, what do you wear when you ride your quad in the desert for Halloween?

And I found these (That's to the Sketch Factor for pointing me in that direction.) How EFFIN cute are these?

I wish I had a kid just to dress him up!!

Money

I am reading a book called The Total Money Makeover. It is all about living well within your means, not using credit, blah blah blah. It came highly recommended and I definitely see potential in the system. I read part of it over lunch today.

Then I came back to the office, went on Ebay, and bid on three pair of my favorite discontinued Express jeans and a rare Emily the Strange hoodie with kitty ears on the hood.

I am weak.

Plus, I forgot to take my Ritalin again today. Again.

I worked for three hours at my new job last night, in addition to my regular job. We organized the really dirty and messy office at my new job. My boss keeps an "emergency" bottle of Jim Beam in the desk and Coors Light in the fridge for After Hours.

I am going to love this job. :)

I totally have short timers syndrome. I don't want to be here right now!!!

SHIFT

I put my notice in at my job today.

I know, I know, ANOTHER job for Hammie?

A friend of mine offered me a job at his small but successful (and growing!) vaporizer company. His assistant/office manager was a total mess and when she quit out of the blue on Friday, he asked me if I wanted the job. We had been discussing my coming aboard sometime next year but things got pushed up a bit when she quit.

Also, my current boss is an asshole. I am happy to get out of here.

M (my new boss) has known me since I was 16. He has been HammieLove's best friend since high school. He knows about my ADD, he knows about all my annoying little habits. He actually hired me to sell cars for him when I was 18. He is really excited about this and so am I.

My current boss? Not so much. He freaked because he has given me some important things to do over the past couple of weeks (all of which will be done before I leave). He started breathing in and out through his nose really fast, like a bull before the charge. I was hoping that he would tell me not to bother with notice but he wants to use up every bit of me that he can.

So that is what is new with me!

MySpace

All of the kids at the IIMA joined up at my space. Since I have to be cool like that (and so I can keep tabs on them! "No, 30 year old pervert, you cannot be her Friend. She's 14!!") I created a myspace.

Through the wonderful, uh, wonders of technology, I have gotten in contact with a couple more people from high school. Now, some of you might remember the trouble this got me into last year with He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named. Luckily all the people I am talking to now are not former love interests.

It got me reminiscing though. So I went and got out my yearbook from junior year. Oh the things we do and say in high school. Besides a page long diatribe of everlasting love from HWSNBN (yeah, we broke up about a WEEK after school got out...) there are some pretty funny things in there. I think next week we will take a walk down memory lane.

Excited, aren't you?

Short and Sweet

Lost? Whoa.

Rock Star? Yay!

Big Brother? *vomit*

Hammie loves her Tivo.

I know it is silly and I am way too busy...but I am so excited for the new TV season! Alias, Lost, Desperate Housewives, House, Nip/Tuck. *sigh* It's Tivo heaven! And since I have started back at karate, broken foot be damned, I am going to enter the realm of Never Home again.

Ashley G, Meg and I hung out in Oceanside this weekend. It was a very interesting time that involved cleavage, Marines, dollars, pizza, cops, and burning heads.

I won't go into details to protect the innocent! :)

HUGE thunderstorm last night. Loud enough to wake me up! I sleep like the dead. Lightning and rain, which means HORRIBLE traffic this morning. Sometimes I hate living here.

28 days till my birthday! :) And desert season will be here before we know it. At least I hope so. I can't wait to ride!

New Addition to My Family!

adopt your own virtual pet!

AWWWWWW!

A little history lesson...

HammieLove and I met the summer before my senior year of high school. I was 16, dating David, and getting ready to head off to a summer theater school. Due to some familial issues, I hadn't seen my oldest sister, B, in six years. I was spending the week with her before I left for the summer. We were running errands and she had to stop by and pick up a check from her roommate. When he came out, my heart simply stopped.

"That's the guy I am going to marry." That was the thought that ran through my head.

It was a completely unlikely thing, of course. I was 16, he was 28. I had a boyfriend I loved (though we broke up a week later...). He is not my type. But man, I fell and fell hard.

Anyway, we became good friends. He admits now that he had a crush on me but felt it was inappropriate. We hung out when I was at my sister's and talked sometimes over the phone. I sent him a birthday present that included some of my senior pictures. On the back of one, I wrote:

"So when are you marrying me?"

We didn't start dating until well after my 18th birthday and have been together ever since. Except for that one day, but whatever.

We were looking through some HL's old pictures yesterday and we found that picture. I am pretty sure that the proposal is coming soon and thought that the picture was just so cute. And prophetic as it were.

I am so lucky to have him. :)

This was in response to my post about choosing between going to my Uncle's funeral or keeping my job...

Anonymous said...
once someone has died , they dont care if your there or not...make peace with it

Wow, this is so profound. I had NO idea that I needed to make peace with it. Or that my dead uncle doesn't care.

It's not like my LIVING aunt and LIVING father needed my support or anything. Or that I needed to be there for my own sense of closure.

Thank you, Anonymous, for lighting my path TWO MONTHS after I wrote the post and nearly A MONTH after the funeral. I am so lucky to have readers like you.

This sarcasm brought to you by

CamWalker and Cortisone Shot to the bottom of my foot do not make for a Happy Hammie. CamWalker considerations provided by Torn Plantar Fascia and Cracked Calcanius.

Which means I broke my freaking foot. Goodbye testing.