Meet the Parents

After almost a year of dating (and living together) Loren is meeting my parents tonight.

-cue scary music-

The parental units drove down from Idaho, making a stop in Utah to get my nephew baptized at a Mormon temple (dumbdumbdumbdumbdumb!) and making a stop in Vegas. They'll be here tonight to take L and I out to dinner and then they are off tomorrow to pick up my big sister and move her to Idaho with them.

Loren is a little stressed about it but I really don't think he has anything to worry about. He is a little hung up on the fact that my dad is a retired sheriff. I tease him about how "tough" my dad is when in reality he is a big teddy bear. I am his little girl. As long as I am happy, he doesn't care who I am with. ( Case in point - see Todd: ex-con who made bongs for a living.) I still think it is kind of funny to make him sweat a little.

We are going to Joe's Crab Shack - yay!!

In other news, I was about the throttle one of the guys in Loren's dive class last night. There always has to be ONE that asks a bunch of pointless questions. I understand wanting to have a better knowledge of the sport, and truly the more knowledge the better, but WHY THE FUCK are you slowing down the entire class to present EVERY. SCENARIO. known to man about what "could" happen in the water. Ask on your own time, not mine. I'm tired and hungry and I want to go home.

This is why I don't do well in school. I am always sitting there screaming in my head, "IT'S NOT THAT DIFFICULT JACKASS!!" There's always one.

I was able to take the time to talk to My David while I was waiting for Loren. It's always nice to catch up. He never fails to make me smile.

Aaaand I better get back to work....

zzzzzzzz

I spent all weekend sleeping. It was fabulous.

Last week was such a week from Hades. Really. Texas on Monday/Tuesday. I was actually traveling both days with brief stays in TX. So doubly exhausting. Add to that the fact that I don't sleep well on the road so I was super duper tired when I got home.

I still dragged my arse to work on Wednesday (late -- but at least I showed) and then Loren had SCUBA class that night AND I had to birthday shop for him. We didn't get to sleep until really late that night too.

Thursday was Loren's birthday. I called in sick because I was SERIOUSLY exhausted then we didn't sleep in because we were too excited about his birthday. He loved all his prizes (a bunch of diving gear) and we just had a chill relaxed day. Until that night, of course, when we went over to M&J's and got drunk -- UNTIL 2 AM. (Hammie - she is not a smart one.)

Friday turned out to be Black Friday at my work. They laid off FIVE people so it was a pretty emotional day. By the time I got home, I was past the point of exhaustion and full on in Tired Cranky Toddler mode (you know, when you are so tired you don't realize you are tired - you are just ready to throw a temper tantrum?) My wonderful love cooked me dinner and I was out like a light on his lap after I finished eating -- like MINUTES after I finished eating.

I slept until 10:30 the next day and stayed on the couch for most of the day. Megs came over Saturday night and spent the night because she was coming with me for Loren's ocean dive on Sunday.

We had to get up super early (like 5am) to get Loren to La Jolla in time for his dive. -yawns- We roll into the parking lot and guess who is there? Ex-HL of course. Damn. He waved at me but I really had no motivation to interact with him since he has been such a jerk about giving me back my things. He came over after Loren was in the water and tried to make conversation but I just kinda answered his questions and showed no enthusiasm about talking to him. That ship has sailed, bucko.

Megs and I both fell asleep on the beach...and we both got fried. My back is lobster red with a nice white stripe down the middle from my bikini ties. Nice.

Another 5 1/2 hour nap once we got back and an early night in bed means I am one rested Hammie.

Who is still insanely bored at work. Yay me.

My Fortune Cookie told me: Follow the fire-breathing chicken, except on Tuesdays. Get a cookie from Miss Fortune