tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79285037598766673362023-11-16T04:44:24.533-08:00My Crazy LifeMichellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04192496973267960058noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7928503759876667336.post-74480001871141926192014-03-09T14:14:00.001-07:002014-03-09T14:14:36.475-07:00HopeAs of lately I've been wondering do I just give up on hope? It's quite a dilemma I have on one hand I dearly want to. I want to say screw hope but on the other hand I can't. In all my being I can not give up on it. They are for two very very different reasons and that's why I am left where I am. Pondering what do I do? <div>Lack of hope is a very dreadful place and leads to feelings of a depressing future whereas if you have hope your future seems brighter with more possibilities..I know the answer seems to be right there but it's not bc of the other reason..the reason I'm trying to forgot. Though maybe that is my answer once I forgot him then I won't have to give up on hope, I will just for now. Just until I'm over this huge painful event in my life but that could take years and I don't want to deal with my illness for years without hope I'll end up killing myself. Gawd. Why is this so hard? I'm sure the answer will present itself eventually..in some way. </div>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04192496973267960058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7928503759876667336.post-90895301420438035102014-01-05T00:08:00.001-08:002014-01-05T00:08:21.861-08:00You know I haven't posted on here in over 2 years. A lot has happened in 2 years..Some good, Some bad but all in all. My life is still the same..well for one exception...I am now broken. I am broken to a point in which I do not think I can piece myself back together again. There will always be a part of me that is missing.<br />
I always thought that I had reached rock bottom. I thought I had been there and climbed my way back, but looking back I realize that was nothing compared to what I am going through now. It just prepared me. It prepared me know what pain and hurt was. So that when this happened I would have a full grasp of what it was and to know that nothing that I have ever felt before would compare to this. Its kind of strange to think in that terms. To know that the awful pain and experiences that you survived only somewhat prepared you for your total destruction. Have you ever felt that way? Do you know what it is like to have half your soul ripped from you? Im sure some do but the masses don't. They don't know the pain that is involved with this and that nothing in your life has prepared you for this.<br />
I am broken. I get that. I also get that I am never good enough. That there is always a better choice. That I will never be the girl of anyones dreams. I now get that. That is something that is the hardest to get a grasp on. To truly know that you will be alone forever bc no one will fight for you, will wan to be with you above all other things. That you as person will never be good enough. I get that now. No matter how nice I am or what I do for anyone it will never be enough. Sad really...but I guess its good to know that before you go wasting your life looking for someone to spend it with. I know I will always be alone. I will always be sad and that the smile I force will always be fake.<br />
I am broken...and for once I am okay with that.Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04192496973267960058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7928503759876667336.post-29620154144277862522011-05-13T14:28:00.000-07:002011-05-13T14:28:55.829-07:00Scientists cure cancer, but no one takes notice<a href="http://hubpages.com/hub/Scientists_cure_cancer__but_no_one_takes_notice">Scientists cure cancer, but no one takes notice</a>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04192496973267960058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7928503759876667336.post-66607418747195285972011-05-06T18:10:00.000-07:002011-05-06T18:42:41.924-07:00My IllnessI post on twitter A LOT about my illness. I also get a lot of questions about it and the procedures that I get done. Not that I mind answering the questions, because I don't but I am lazy..I am not ashamed to admit that :P So I figured I would just write this entry and explain what I have and the procedure I am getting next week..see lazy ;)<br /><br />I have a random CSF (CerebroSpinal Fluid) leak, A CSF leak is an escape of the fluid that surrounds the brain and spinal cord. Basically, my brain doesn't float, it rests on my skull when ever I stand up. Hence why I spend most days on the couch. Lying flat helps to equalize the fluid and provides some relief. I suffer from a constant headache, it is not your typical headache. No medications provide any relief from it. The best way to describe the pain, is that I have a constant ice cream headache but on bad days it is much worse. So now you understand why if you have migraines I call them baby headaches. Nothing personal but I would much rather a migraine.<br /><br />How this happened..I wish I could say it was something awesome or glamorous like I was fighting Tigers in Africa or Rock climbing but no. I received a bad lumbar puncture (spinal tap) in the ER. Yep..one stupid doctor ruined my life. Let this be a lesson..NEVER EVER NEVER get a lumbar puncture in the ER. Make sure you have an x-ray guided one with someone who has done them before.<br /><br />Most people can be fixed right away with a blood patch. A blood patch <span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >is a surgical procedure that provides immediate relief to the headache caused by leaking spinal fluid. Approximately 15-20 mls of blood is taken from a vein in the patient's arm and subsequently injected into the epidural space in the spine at the site of the spinal fluid leak. </span> <p style="font-family: verdana;" align="left"> <span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >The blood clots and seals the hole in the dura (the membrane which covers the spinal cord) which stops fluid from leaking out. The procedure is used to relieve severe headaches caused when an epidural, spinal needle, or diagnostic lumbar puncture punctures a hole in the dura. </span><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: verdana;" align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I totally copied and pasted the info on the blood patch...LAZY..LOL. This will be my 13th blood patch, yah..that is unheard of. My condition is actually extremely rare since I have had it for over 4 years. Doctors are baffled by me. I have extremely low CSF a 3 or 4 last time it was checked..I believe average aka normal is over 15. They don't have a universal normal for CSF normal. Which I think is stupid.</span><br /></span></span></p><p style="font-family: verdana;" align="left">So that is what is going on next Wednesday. Pretty exciting right? hahaha!<br /></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;" align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04192496973267960058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7928503759876667336.post-59398581153545616762011-04-18T21:02:00.000-07:002011-04-18T21:02:11.579-07:00FREE download of Jane's Addiction new track "End To The Lies"!<a href="http://www.fan2band.com/sl/capitolmusicgroup/janesaddiction/269256_45_5234">FREE download of Jane's Addiction new track "End To The Lies"!</a>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04192496973267960058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7928503759876667336.post-43056804163140909902010-06-03T22:15:00.000-07:002010-06-03T22:41:03.965-07:00Twitter vs. Facebook<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Today I realized something. I hate logging into Facebook. All these people who are my "friends" always post such happy shit. It makes me want to vomit most days. No one is that happy all the damn time. I am not saying all of them are like that but the majority are. Frankly, I am sick of it. They have such happy lives, with perfect families, perfect jobs, go to parties, have parties..bla bla bla. I have also noticed they are very self absorbed. Its all about them. They don't really interact with me, so really why I am I on your "friends" list? They don't care about my life or what is happening, again some do, but the majority of my 200 friends could care less. I don't care about your dumb kids, your great husband or anything else for that matter.<br />Then you go on Twitter, where most of your followers are actually strangers. you have no connection in any way and yet they care. they want to know about your day, maybe not every little detail, but they want to know. They comment on the billion pictures you post of your dogs. I get all mushy with them I love to see pictures of their dogs, cats, families, Hear their beautiful romantic stories and help them with problems if I can. I can write stupid things, vent and act crazy and they accept that. Again these are strangers who have become my friends. There is something wrong here.<br /><br />Logically, it should be the other way around. I should love Facebook and hate Twitter, but I don't and from what I can tell many others are the same way. One of my Twitter friends really put it in perspective:<br /><br /></span></span><span class="status-body"><strong><a href="http://twitter.com/thecarolineann" class="tweet-url screen-name">"thecarolineann</a></strong></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content"> fb is like tacking it to a billboard and beaming while everyone stares at you. tweeting is like sitting at lunch w friends.</span></span>"<br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">I love Twitter and the people I have met and I have met some amazing people that I most likely would not have met on Facebook. </span></span><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Below are the Tweets I posted that was the inspiration behind this blog...</span><br /><br /><img src="file:///C:/Users/Michelle/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" />"<span class="status-body"><span class="status-content"><span class="entry-content">Interesting fact about me: I hate going on fb & reading about all the happy lovey couples with their perfect fucking lives but..."<br /><br />"</span></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="status-content"><span class="entry-content">I get all mushy happy when I read things about my tweeter family. I believe it bc tweeps on here are more real and peeps on fb are just not"<br /><br /><br /></span></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="status-content"><span class="entry-content"></span></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="status-content"><span class="entry-content"></span></span></span>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04192496973267960058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7928503759876667336.post-3962698444556004782010-05-22T01:11:00.000-07:002010-05-22T01:13:06.719-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiPsji71C4BPETPbbSd2bFCxANX1MSN0F0W0kAHgt2T12F_TCkVMzf31R5TnBnpD6BqiIjZ-QLwqAySIwjuuR6oHUJvlE91tvY8bFk6DfEHEOqr7IMZySBRUSXVbPCjP-XHnTTC6qpTf0/s1600/gothic+day.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 352px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiPsji71C4BPETPbbSd2bFCxANX1MSN0F0W0kAHgt2T12F_TCkVMzf31R5TnBnpD6BqiIjZ-QLwqAySIwjuuR6oHUJvlE91tvY8bFk6DfEHEOqr7IMZySBRUSXVbPCjP-XHnTTC6qpTf0/s400/gothic+day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474004235462542434" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">Happy World Goth Day!!</span></span></span><br /></div>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04192496973267960058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7928503759876667336.post-644369634728537842010-02-05T18:19:00.001-08:002010-02-05T18:19:14.778-08:00formspring.meAsk me anything <a href="http://formspring.me/deezeegirl" target="_blank">http://formspring.me/deezeegirl</a>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04192496973267960058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7928503759876667336.post-47891856204947344322010-01-24T01:55:00.001-08:002010-01-24T01:55:15.009-08:00formspring.meAsk me anything <a href="http://formspring.me/deezeegirl" target="_blank">http://formspring.me/deezeegirl</a>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04192496973267960058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7928503759876667336.post-40112466379016002512010-01-22T13:51:00.001-08:002010-01-22T13:51:37.685-08:00formspring.me <p class="formspringmeQuestion"> <strong>Who's the most beautiful person you know?</strong> </p> <p class="formspringmeAnswer">The most beautiful person I know is my best friend Holly. She is the full package..Inner and outer beauty</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/deezeegirl">Ask me anything</a></p>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04192496973267960058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7928503759876667336.post-78228700723578589742010-01-22T13:50:00.001-08:002010-01-22T13:50:46.082-08:00formspring.meAsk me anything <a href="http://formspring.me/deezeegirl" target="_blank">http://formspring.me/deezeegirl</a>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04192496973267960058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7928503759876667336.post-4129007332225513162010-01-21T14:29:00.001-08:002010-01-21T14:29:19.593-08:00formspring.meAsk me anything <a href="http://formspring.me/deezeegirl" target="_blank">http://formspring.me/deezeegirl</a>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04192496973267960058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7928503759876667336.post-43121513169269608722010-01-10T10:08:00.000-08:002010-01-10T10:12:12.168-08:00Snow..My dogs are crazy..lol. It snowed here so when I take them out they are all excited. then they hit the snow and you have never seen drama like this. Reznor lifts up his paws like he is walking on hot coals then lies down in the snow with all his feet off the snow. Calvin notices he is doing this and begins lifting his paws up as well. Diesel just looks at me and rolls his eyes. lol. I keep meaning to video it because it is so funny.<br />Its funny how their feet hurt so much but as soon as I mention going in they begin playing in the snow and take their time coming in.Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04192496973267960058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7928503759876667336.post-90069532460550701412010-01-06T23:53:00.000-08:002010-01-07T00:46:35.362-08:00New Year..New hopebeing sick for almost 3 years does a lot to a person. It seems that when you have an illness that there are known treatments with some sort of relief it makes it more tolerable. In my case I don't have that since the doctor's don't know what to do with me. This is my story and how I came back from the edge...<br />The first year was hard but you have hope and denial. Hope, that you will get better quickly. Denial that it is actually happening to you. 2007 was when it all began. I had just turned 29 in January and life was going pretty well. I was working on my MBA, working at a great job and I was happy. In March I got the procedure that has changed my life. In February I had gotten sick, with a sinus infection. I had a headache that wouldn't go away and each day I felt worse. I still went to work because it was just a baby headache. Annoying, but manageable. The medication wasn't working and on Monday morning I went to the ER because I felt terrible. They said I should be better by Wednesday. I wasn't, if anything I was worse. I went to work on Thursday but was sent home because the doctor's thought I might have viral meningitis. I tried calling my primary doctor but couldn't get threw. So I went back to the ER. The date was March 1, 2007. They preformed a lumbar puncture on me in the ER. This was to confirm if I had menegitis or not. It was explained to me as simple as getting blood taken from my arm but it would be from my spine. The procedure was the worst pain I had ever felt in my life (since then I have felt even worse pain). It was like someone was ripping my left leg off threw my spine. I was crying and sweating it was horrible, I still cringe when I think about it. I lied down for an hour since i was waiting for my husband to come get me. They told us I needed lots of care and to take my meds. That was it.<br />When I got home I didn't feel so good. It felt like my hips were slowly being ripped apart. I could barely sit upright. As the night went on, I got worse. Friday morning I couldn't get off the couch. I wasn't hungry, thirsty or anything. I was in pain. Any sound or slightest movement drove me crazy. I started popping 2 vicodin every four hours. The wore off in 2 hours and weren't even really helping. I had the heat off since I was so hot, my back was always wet (little did I know, I was leaking out spinal fluid). By Saturday night I couldn't move without screaming. I even threw up water that's when I was taken back to the ER. On the way to the ER I threw up on the road, yes I opened the door of a moving car and threw up. once i arrived at the ER, I basically collapsed on the bed. I could barely talk and had to be flat. I was transported to a different hospital and admitted. They began pumping me full of IV fluids and pain medicine. It took me 12 hours to pee..lol. The next day i was given a blood patch, which is the normal procedure for this and I did feel a little better. So they sent me home. 4 hours later it was all back. My head was killing me, I had to be flat or I began crying. If I sneezed i could feel my brain bounce off my skull. I was given MRI's and they couldn't find anything. That first year - I went to specialists who had me on 28 pills a day. I had CT scans, MRI's, surgeries and 2 more blood patches. I went to a special hospital in MI. I got nanati's put in me, I was radioactive at one point. I had more needles in my spine. Did I mention..I HATE needles? I lost my job because metlife said there wasn't enough proof I was sick.<br /><br />In the second year you still keep hope. You try to live your life as best you can but you focus on hope and being positive.<br />That was the year i went to Cali 3 times. I got fibrin glue injections, spine surgery and an experimental spine surgery. I also got 2 more mylograms. In Novemeber 2008 I was kind of on the mend after my last surgery (it was the experimental one). Then at physical thearpy something happened and it all came back full force and worse then ever. I couldn't afford to go back to Cali and they really didn't know what to do with me. I began to lose hope. In February 2009, I had a mental breakdown. I lost hope for anything. My friends had all disappeared, the ones that had stuck by me I was pushing away. I didn't know what to do anymore. No one except my thearpist, and now you, knows about this breakdown. I told no one. I didn't want to disappoint anyone. I tried hard to hide it because I didn't want to lose those who were important to me. I failed. In April, I had another breakdown. I couldn't hide this one because i was having panic attacks as well. I filed for divorce that month as well. My life was falling apart and all I could do is watch it happen.<br />I also had the experience of calling 911. I was positive i was having a heart attack, it turned out to be spasms.<br />i did get approved for social secruity disability which was good but it meant i was actually sick. Pain management didn't help, but it was too late. I had given up. I was an emotional mess and managed to push everyone I loved away by being crazy. Some have stuck by me but most everyone else is gone.<br /><br />In March 2010 will begin my fourth year. I am working on getting into the Mayo clinic. Even if that can't cure me I hope they can show me ways to live my life this way. I have decided that I am not giving up because without hope there is no future.<br /><br />I may have to change how I live because of my limitations but I will push those limitations to the edge because i refuse to not live my life. I will not sit here and watch life pass me by because of this. I know I have a lot of work to do this year but I know I will get myself back. I will be happy, positive and experience what life has to offer.<br /><br />This is the start of a new year, a new decade, a new me :)Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04192496973267960058noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7928503759876667336.post-72757485412048109022009-12-10T09:56:00.000-08:002009-12-10T10:08:06.008-08:00Doggie...Its cold outsideEach morning, I wake up to the sweet whimpers of Reznor. He is still crated at night so he lets you know its time to get up and go potty. As soon as my eyes open I am assaulted by Diesel and Calvin. Morning kisses to start my day off perfectly.<br />I let Reznor out of his crate and take the boys outside. In winter, this is a big ordeal. The long lines are frozen, so I have to warm up the metal to get the clasp open. The wind is blowing and it is freezing out as I fumble with 3 lines. Once I finally get that done...they go and...play. In the freezing weather they are out there playing. Chasing the one leaf that is left, digging in the dirt, barking at people walking by. After about 20 minutes of freezing my ass off, its time to go in. No..this does not happen..Nope. The dogs decide that now they should potty. So I stand out there for another 10 minutes waiting. I can't go in because then they will stop what they are doing and run to the door because I am out of their sight. Once they are finally done, we come in and get a treat. I begin to thaw out when Reznor decides he has to go out again..He sits at the gate crying and howling. Outside we go where he plays with the rocks. No potty, just playing in the rocks. We come back in and Diesel decides he has to go out, so out I go..again.<br />This little potty game, lasts all day. Every 20-30 minutes I am taking one or all of them out, in the cold. I should mention..In the summer..we don't have this fun game. It is going to be a long long long winter.Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04192496973267960058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7928503759876667336.post-69083001178435727012009-11-26T09:50:00.000-08:002009-11-26T09:54:19.423-08:00What I am thankful for!<span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I am thankful for my family, my wonderful boys and the wonderful life that I have. I wish all my friends and family a very very Happy Thanksgiving!!<br /></span></span></span>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04192496973267960058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7928503759876667336.post-88174698596084391832009-11-12T21:31:00.000-08:002009-11-12T22:13:57.554-08:00To those who have touched my life..In March, I will have been sick for 3 years. I have been threw a lot of up and downs, but have managed to have stayed positive and kept a smile on my face. If your reading this in some way you have touched my life. You may be my best friend or someone who I just tweet with. That being said...I am asking something from all of you...<br /><br />1. Embrace everyday. You never know when something will instantly change your life forever.<br /><br />2. Be true to you. Never change who you are for someone else. If they don't love you for who you are, they don't belong in your life.<br /><br />3. Love without condition.<br /><br />4. Be kind to those who love you. You may not feel the same way but that doesn't give you the right to hurt someone.<br /><br />5. Always, Always, Always be able to laugh at yourself. Nothing is ever as bad as you think it is.<br /><br />6. Don't be so serious that you suck the life out of those around you. Make sure you always keep a light heart and a happy attitude.<br /><br />To all of you, thank you for your support. It has meant so much to me. Hugs xoxoxoMichellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04192496973267960058noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7928503759876667336.post-42031929325915720852009-11-08T09:57:00.001-08:002009-11-08T10:00:25.115-08:00My Week One Grade!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAFtLcTxvOtv-voUvG9THht0juv8d8UoEBLKaDqPImk23JEWoDCYuvJyvRhKsL8uXQQCzNcly8Ts4BVQGJBvtZVC8wx6h8fGuz8S2Sa-VGymLy3YQVaJyvTdPfcXYNuIGsvJpg09g7MbY/s1600-h/week1.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 149px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAFtLcTxvOtv-voUvG9THht0juv8d8UoEBLKaDqPImk23JEWoDCYuvJyvRhKsL8uXQQCzNcly8Ts4BVQGJBvtZVC8wx6h8fGuz8S2Sa-VGymLy3YQVaJyvTdPfcXYNuIGsvJpg09g7MbY/s400/week1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401794167163257362" border="0" /></a><br /><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Michelle/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" />Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04192496973267960058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7928503759876667336.post-79175581770546526782009-11-04T18:40:00.001-08:002009-11-04T18:45:31.447-08:00You will never Pee alone againI remember the days when I could go into the bathroom and enjoy a magazine or just some alone time. Not anymore..My dogs now feel that it is their job to be in their with me. As I walk to the bathroom the pitter patter of 12 little paws follow me. They smash into the door and begin playing the bathroom. TP rolls are shredded, the door stopper is played with and sometimes if I am lucky I have a puppy or 3 lying on my feet.<br /><br />Reznor has special "bathroom toys" he only plays with them in the bathroom. They stay in the bathroom and he gets upset if they are moved into the other rooms.<br /><br />Even if I make it into the bathroom alone. The scratching and whining breaks me. LOL.<br /><br />I love my dogs..Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04192496973267960058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7928503759876667336.post-85209821720515229192009-10-28T00:31:00.000-07:002009-10-28T00:38:59.338-07:00blurp, blurp, blurpI was lying on my couch when I heard this "blurp, blurp, blurp" sound. I thought it might have been on the tv, so I muted it. Then there is was again "blurp, blurp, blurp". I for sure thought my basement was flooding because it had been raining a lot so I got up as I did I heard the sound again and out of the corner of my eye I saw Reznor at the water dish. He was making the sound. LOL. He was sticking his whole head in the water dish to try and get out a piece of food that he had dropped in the dish.<br /><br />I called his name and he looked at me with a soaked face and a look of "what do you want, I am busy". Then he proceeds to dunk his head back into the dish, makes the "blurp, blurp, blurp" sound and dumps the water dish all over the floor. I should of just staied on the couch. LOLMichellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04192496973267960058noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7928503759876667336.post-45705213051253207832009-10-18T09:27:00.000-07:002009-10-18T09:31:48.012-07:00I thought I bought a puppy not a goat.Reznor can keep me laughing for hours. He goes and goes and goes then all of a sudden he will stop and take a nap then when he wakes he is off again..lol<br /><br />When we go out to potty he has a routine. He bolts out the door and lands in the grass where he begins to eat it, but he doesn't eat chunks of it. He grazes. The he heads over to the Hosta's and nibbles on all the leaves.<br /><br />He has also found a new love..digging. He has a hole that he works on when it isn't muddy. It is perfectly round and he is so proud of it. He will sit beside it, on top of it then roll all over it.<br /><br />Potty time is such an adventure with him.Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04192496973267960058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7928503759876667336.post-72688551000454654792009-10-17T18:01:00.001-07:002009-10-17T18:01:57.217-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmr3KU28dYLSCFwI-to36nJtrn3lILN8VieqHDGiyxfu5B81chXIOuMUge11HKZqVdvDvoOBKjMrDZxDcYiL8iQj2X2U9DPZUHFFjaRvv9ZufDDzdwN85oWXjD2-Zo_O7yM7h0tSG_u7w/s1600-h/smartass.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmr3KU28dYLSCFwI-to36nJtrn3lILN8VieqHDGiyxfu5B81chXIOuMUge11HKZqVdvDvoOBKjMrDZxDcYiL8iQj2X2U9DPZUHFFjaRvv9ZufDDzdwN85oWXjD2-Zo_O7yM7h0tSG_u7w/s400/smartass.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393738938121093362" border="0" /></a>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04192496973267960058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7928503759876667336.post-15076558620015303802009-10-15T01:41:00.000-07:002009-10-15T23:53:00.000-07:00Confessions of a mean hott girl..Part twoNow that you have had time to compose yourself from the first part, are you ready to laugh even harder? This is everything that happened after I left and how I finally had to tell him to get a clue.<br /><br />Sunday Night I signed into yahoo messenger. I forgot to set myself as invisible and as soon as I appeared online he Im'd me.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Him: how are you feeling?</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Me: terrible</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Him: I am sorry we wore you out at the wedding last night</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Me: you didn't</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Him: I know you weren't feeling well and I should have taken you back to the room as soon as I saw you didn't feel well.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Me: I appreciate your concern, but I have been dealing with this for a long time and I know how to take care of myself.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Him: Don't be mad at me I can hear the anger in your voice. I was joking. </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Me: </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"> You asked me a question earlier today if you had a chance. To be honest all I wanted this weekend was to have a good time and get to know you. I was really hoping to just go with the flow and not have to feel pressured to make a choice, but you have voiced that you want an answer and need to know. So No you do not have a chance with me.</span><br /><br />I signed off after that. I know it seems extreme that I turned that fast and it looks like he is just concerned, but the whole time I was with him he made me feel sick. I kept telling him I didn't want to talk about it and not to worry but he pushed and pushed the topic. I was already pissed off because of what I had to deal with and this just sent me over.<br /><br />I received an email from him later that night: {I should note that on this email were bubble hearts}<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I honestly don't know why I asked you that today, but, I never said I had to have a yes or no answer right this moment. Your right we might be compatible or we might not. I don't exactly know how I just made you very mad and I am sorry I did. I guess I am asking you to forgive me and please do not base things one one stupid mistake that I would not be able to forgive myself for. you are a wonderful woman and no matter if you forgive me or not you will make some man happier than he can imagine</span>. </span></span><br /><br />He really thinks that is why I am done? Whatever..I didn't respond to this. I was done. I made my choice very clear and I figured he would just leave me alone. No such luck.<br /><br />Monday I got a text from him: I am coping it directly..Spelling errors and all.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Hay I know you were pretty mad yesterday, I don't know whats up, if you hate me and never contact U again or what. Do you still want to go to Phantom or should I ask someone else? I do want to take U, but U have to tell me whats up.</span><br /><br />I got another text 6 hours later with ???<br /><br />I didn't respond to either. I am pretty sure my im explained how I felt. There really wasn't any gray area. Apparently I was wrong because I got another IM..this one was classic...<br /><br />so what we can't still be friends because we were not compatable as a couple? I would not have expected the cold sholder from you nor would I have ever just abandoned you. I told you I never abandon friends and yes we could have still been friends. I hope your feeling better.<br /><br />Abandon him? Ummm...It was decided that I needed to send one last email so that he would leave me alone.<br /><br />Here is the email I sent to him:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Clearly I need to spell things out for you, since you can't seem to get a clue.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >I do not want any type of relationship with you, be it romance or friendship. </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Your behavior this weekend was appalling. The way you kept smothering me, continuously touched my back and head when I asked you not to and how you were so disrespectful to your family during your brother's special day. However the worst was how you were with your son. The way you talked about his mother in front of him, how you were hanging off of me in front of him and how you kept pushing him off on your mother. Your mother was under enough stress. She didn't need to have to watch your child. </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >You have too many issues and are too toxic for my life. I have enough stress and problems in my own life without having to cope with someone else's, especially someone who is very needy on so many levels, and hasn't a clue on how to even have a decent relationship with your own child. </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Please do not contact me again. I will not change my mind and I DO NOT want you in my life..EVER.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >I wish you the best in everything you do and hope you find the happiness you want. </span><br /><br />I have been told I should be getting a hate email. I still haven't gotten it or you know that would be my strong ending..LOL.<br /><br />I do feel bad about attacking his parenting and I am not one to do that but I feel so bad for his son. He is a pawn in the hate game his parents have and someone needed to call him out on it.<br /><br />If I do get that hate email. I will post it.Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04192496973267960058noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7928503759876667336.post-71778655806813598692009-10-12T21:40:00.001-07:002009-10-15T11:41:16.135-07:00Confessions of a Mean Hott Girl!Last week was the week from hell for me. As bad as it was, it makes for a great story. So grab some snacks, a glass of wine and curl up with your computer and get ready to laugh your ass off. I am sure a few of you will snort. LOL<br /><br />I met this boy on the internet a few months ago. We started chatting and became friends. He was nice, caring and funny. He was overseas working so he was just great to chat with at the strange times that I am awake. About a month ago he told me he needed a date for his brother's wedding and wanted to know if I would go. I said i would because I thought it would be fun to get out of the house and he seemed like someone who would be fun to hang out with. As the time for him to come home got closer he was beginning to make a ton of plans with me for the whole time he would be home. Again, I didn't mind because they were some fun things, like haunted houses, Phantom, past life readings, tats and so on. I still wasn't worried about him trying anything or pressuring me for some relationship because he had made it perfectly clear he just wanted to make friends until he was home for good.<br /><br />Monday October 5th<br /><br />He arrived home on Monday. He called me from the airport and we chatted. He told me how he was wearing a $12000 watch and how he had like $50,000 worth of jewelry. How one day he just went out and bought a car because he felt like it. He didn't shut up about how much stuff cost. He then told me how the girl sitting next to him on the plane asked him to stay with her that night and catch a flight the next day.<br /><br />He then told me he was busy all day so we would have to meet another day. Then I got a text wanting to know if I wanted to go to dinner with him and his son. I said I was busy and couldn't. Then he wanted to know if I wanted to hang out after I went to puppy school. Again I said no. Spend time with your kid and I will see you tomorrow. We had decided to meet on Tuesday. He called me later that night and we chatted again about various stuff. I told him I could meet him after 1pm on Tuesday because I was busy until then. Well, he asked what I was doing, if I could change it and then where I wanted to meet him.<br /><br />Tuesday October 6th<br /><br />At 8:30am I was woken up with a phone call from him. {side note: who the hell calls anyone before 9am especially someone whom you know doesn't go to sleep until 5am?} He wanted to know when we were meeting and where. I told him like 1:30p because I had somewhere to be. So I finally meet him at Best Buy. I walk up to him and he ignores me as he is talking to a sales associate. I walk away and look at movies. He comes over and starts babbling. We walk around Best Buy and he basically buys everything. He buys ps3 remotes, a game, an ipod thingy for his car, some movies. Freaking over $300 worth of stuff. Ok..whatever.<br />We walked to his car to put the stuff in it because we were going to the Halloween store on the walk over he was like "I am going to kill my kid" I looked over and he was holding a pair of sunglasses, I asked what was wrong and he said "I think my kid scratched my glasses". I said "go buy another pair, they are just sunglasses" He looked at me like I had lost my mind then said "these are $400 glasses, you don't just buy another pair" I was like "your going to kill your kid over $400 glasses?" then all of sudden they weren't scratched. LOL.<br />In the Halloween store we looked at everything and it was actually pleasant until I said I was going to be a pirate for Halloween and he said "aren't they all wenches?" WTF? really..your going to call me a wench? At this point I am racking my head to try and figure out how to get out of going to the wedding. This boy is nothing like how he was on chat and I wanted out. I got nothing.<br />We went to the mall then another Halloween store. On the ride to the Halloween store he talked about his guns and how he was almost mugged and how he is never without a gun because the world is a horrible place. It never stopped with the negative. That was hard for me because I am a positive person, I have to be.<br />Finally, I got to go home. I was still trying to figure out a way not to go but talked myself into that he was nervous and just babbling because of it. So I decided to give him another shot that and I knew the count had been put in for the wedding and I would have felt so bad about that. I remember when people didn't show up to mine, it cost a freaking fortune for empty plates. I was going to do the right thing.<br /><br />Wednesday October 7<br /><br />he wanted to go out but I had stuff to do and a hair appointment at 4pm so I wasn't wanting to go out. I also had to get school work done and I was fighting with my internet. I told him this ALL DAY. At 3:30p my internet was still down and I was desperate. I was looking for places that had wifi and was not having any luck. I texted him and asked him if he knew of any place and he said his house. I was like if my internet isn't up when I get home I am coming over. He then told me he bought an xbox 360 and Halo 3. {when were at best buy I was talking about how much I wanted to play Halo 3 and said you should buy an xbox. I didn't think he would.}<br />My hair appointment was at 4pm, he knew this. I told him several times. Here is the breakdown of our text message conversation:<br /><br />4:00pm<br />Him: do you want to go to dinner with me and my kid?<br />Me: I am getting my hair done<br />Him: when will you be done<br />Me: a few hours<br />Him: so by 7<br />Me: I don't know. I have several colors to put in and I am only on the first one. Plus I have to do school if my internet is up.<br />{He calls me} I don't answer<br />Him: 7:30?<br />Me: I don't know. I do not think I can go. I have to do school.<br />Him: where are you at?<br />Me: the city I am in<br />Him: me and the kid are by Best Buy and going to go to the Chinese restaurant. Will go at 7:30. Will you be here by then?<br />Me: No. I won't be done by then and I have to do school. I can not come out tonight. We can hang out tomorrow.<br />Him: What time do you think you could get here.<br />Me: I can't<br />Him: (he calls) I don't answer<br />Him: ok. I will talk to you later.<br /><br />Mind you the whole salon is laughing because of the remarks I keep making. My hairdressers is laughing so hard about it. We put extra blue in my hair because he made a comment about how he didn't really want the blue in for the wedding. Bitch, You knew I had blue hair. LOL<br /><br />Thursday October 8<br /><br />I am suppose to go see him but its raining and I don't drive in the rain. He is like I will come get you and I was like no. So we talk on and off all day and he keeps wanting to know when I am coming over. Again, I tell him I don't drive in the rain and I have school to do. This goes on all FUCKING day.<br /><br />I tell him I have to get a new dress Friday because I hate all the dresses I bought. he wanted to take me but I told him I was going with my mom.<br /><br />Friday October 9<br /><br />9:00am I get a text wanting to know what I was doing. I told him I was going to get a dress. I am out with my mom from 9:30a to 1:30p and I swear he texted and called me like 20 times. He would text then call then text then call then text then call. I did finally talk to him because I needed to know what time I needed to be there because I might be going to the rehearsal dinner. We agreed on about 5. When I did finally leave I sent him a text telling him so. He called me and he told me how he was paying for our room, his parents room, and his 2 brothers room. {note: our room had two beds. I made sure of that}. I get there at about 5:30pm.<br /><br />This is where my real hell begins.....<br /><br />We are standing outside the room and he keeps getting texts from his "ex" girlfriend. Of course he shows them to me. She misses him and wishes she was going to be with him this weekend. I was like she can go with you. {Please, Please, Please} No..he wants to spend time with me and she is crazy. He offers to get my stuff out of the car because I can't lift over 5 pounds {remember this}. I get my laptop all up and running so I can work on my school. He's kid is with us so it's pretty fun. Then he starts bitching about his ex wife in front of his son. He was like you have the worst manners, you get that from living with your mom right? His son says a hesitated yes. I guess he was sick of hanging with his son who he hasn't seen in like a year so he tells him to go find his grandma. He gets kind of miffed that he has to walk him down to her room. He comes back and starts talking about how much he likes me and I am so cute and bla bla bla. He goes on with dissing his ex wife then bitches about the ex girlfriend. The someone knocks on the door, it was one of his brothers. All his brothers were going to borrow one of his watches. I kind you not he is worse then a girl. He has a little jewelry bag full of watches and rings even a pinkie ring. I proceed to call him a girl several times threw the night and the next day. I call 'em like I see 'em.<br />The rehearsal is at 7 and he is late because he won't leave. Finally he is gone and I can work on my school and I kind of do but I mostly play on facebook, you know I have to maintain my Mafia, farm and fish..lol. Not even 15 min. later I get a text that him and his kid are in the arcade. I am confused shouldn't he be rehearsing? So I go to the arcade, I am not one to turn down video games. As we are playing his brother comes over with his gift because he wasn't at the rehearsal to get it. Next he has to go to the dinner. I am not going because I do have to work on school and I wouldn't feel comfortable with all his family. He walks me back to the room after he tells his son to go find his grandma. I get to the room and sit on my bed and begin working. He plops down beside me and watches everything I am typing. I HATE people that do that. If I want you to see what is on my screen I will show you. I was actually really hoping someone would IM me something really bad but that doesn't happen when you need it too..lol. I shut my laptop because I don't want him to see any of my stuff. He then begins to rub my back and tell me again how much he likes me and I am so sweet and bla bla bla. {Note: for those who don't know, I have had two spine surgeries and I HATE people touching my back. I also hate when people touch my head. He knows this} I grab him and pull him to the door so he can go to the dinner. He says he will only be there an hour and I am like it is your brother's rehearsal dinner you need to stay. He complains about it but finally leaves. I get a text message 20 min later telling me to order room service. I hate ordering room service because it is so damn expensive but I do. I pay $14 for 4 chicken fingers and some fries. It is like 11pm and he comes storming into the room with his parents, 1 of his brothers and his son. He is swearing about his ex wife and looking for his kids medicine because his son called his mom asking her to come get him. Here is everything that he said about it:<br /><br />"I am going to kill my kid, he called his mother to come get him. No one knew this until she called my phone yelling at me to be a better parent. She said he should have been in bed 2 hours ago and that I should pay more attention to him. I asked him if he was tired but he wanted to stay up so I let him. I am so sick of him calling her all the time. How dare she tell me how to parent."<br /><br />Mind you, his son wasn't staying with us..Nope he was staying with..yes you guessed it..his mom. His mom was also suppose to take him to get a haircut the next morning. The amount of times he pushed his son onto his mom was appalling.<br /><br />He tells his mom to take his kid to go meet his ex wife because he can't deal with her. We leave to go to a haunted house. On the way out his ex wife is waiting for him because his kid doesn't have his special toy that he can't sleep without. So on the way back to the room he bitches about how she probably brought it up to the kid and was just doing this to annoy him. Then he asks one of his friends if he will kill her. REALLY?<br /><br />Finally we are at the haunted house we go with his brother and cousin. The haunted house itself sucked but it was fun with people jumping out at you and all the decorations. The strobe lights messed with my head but it was still fun. When we were done, I wanted to go back to the room and sleep. I am sure he would have preferred to go drinking with the other to but he took me back. I told him he could drop me off and go out with them but I was being stupid and he wanted to be with me. back at the room I lie on the bed after popping a ton of pills. He then cuddles up beside me. My back is facing him and he tries to pull me over on my back but I don't move and I tell him I don't feel well. So what does he do..Yep..rubs my back and rests his head on my head. He also keeps kissing my shoulder and head. I tell him I don't like people touching my back or head but what do I know? Then he proceeds to tell me the following:<br /><br />Him: you know they will get you better<br />Me: I guess, I don't put much thought into it<br />Him: they will. The Mayo clinic is a great hospital, I looked it up. If it wasn't I would talk you out of going.<br />Me: you would, would you?<br />Him: I worry about you and care. I know you will get better and even if you don't I will still be here.<br />Me: I don't like talking about it. I also don't think about it because hope in this situation is a bad thing.<br />Him: They will fix you and you will be all better..he goes on and on and on about this.<br /><br />Finally he says he has to take a shower. So he gets up, goes to the bathroom. I take over the bed by lying across it and under the covers. There is NO room for him. LOL<br /><br />Saturday October 10 -- The wedding<br /><br />The wedding was at 5pm. I woke up at 8am since I wanted to check on my school project. He was awake and the day was off to a shitty ass start. He started talking about what we were going to do the next week. Then he was making plans for when he came back in December. The way he was talking you would think we were going to be together every freaking day. Then this comment starting coming out: "If I can keep you that long".<br /><br />He kept bitching because I had to work on my school work and my team members were calling then his phone rang and it was his best girlfriend. Lucky for me I could hear most of the conversation:<br /><br />Her: so how are you?<br />Him: good.<br />Her: did you kiss her?<br />Him: yes<br />Him: No, before you even ask<br />Her: what was I going to ask?<br />Him: you know what you were going to ask and I am just answering before you have a chance.<br />Her: what? If you had sex?<br />Him: yes and no we didn't.<br />Her: oh.<br />Him: I need you to help me with my ex problem. She keeps texting me<br />Her: You want to get rid of her? Are you sure?<br />Him Yes.<br />Her: Ok. we will talk later. I want to hear all about it.<br />Him: {laughs} don't worry you will<br /><br />He hangs up the phone and tells me the whole conversation he had with her. Who the hell does that? You are going to tell everyone, everything you do with them. That is such a great quality.<br /><br />He son shows up with his mom and as she walks in, she stares at the two used beds and smiles. She tells her son what she has to do and there is a lot and he is like can you take care of my kid I want to sleep some more. I shake my head and he is like fine he can stay. He gets his ass out of bed and does the whole morning routine thing. So I am left watching his kid. We had a blast. We were jumping on the beds and talking about video games. It was the most fun I had. The he comes out and tells his son to go get ready and he proceeds to finish getting ready. He puts on a Rolex and two rings, one was a pinkie ring. I sit there laughing.<br /><br />Him: what?<br />Me: you are such a girl<br />Him: I am not. You are such a mean girl.<br />Me: But you knew that.<br />Him: why do you have to be so mean to me. Don't you like me?<br />Me: I call 'em like I see 'em<br /><br />His son comes out and he helps him to get ready. They are sitting there and he says "I try to be a good dad. Don't you think?" His son immediately says "you are a good dad". He is still waiting for me to say something but I don't. They finally leave for photos. I watch some tv and then start to get ready and about an hour later a knock comes on the door. It was his son. He sits with me and we watch tv and play with his dad's phone and he calls his mom. I have to keep that a secret because he doesn't want his dad to get mad at him. Another knock comes at the door and it is one of his super smokin' hot brothers. For clarification, the guy I am stuck going to the wedding with IS NOT SUPER SMOKIN' HOT. He isn't even cute..he is just blaah yucky..lol.<br /><br />At about quarter to 5. My date (his son) comes to take me to the wedding. I even told him that I ditched him for his son..ha ha ha!<br /><br />5:00pm the wedding<br /><br />He was an usher so he had to sit people and pull the white thingy. Then he came and sat with me and his son. As soon as he sits down he puts his arm around me and kisses my shoulder. He does this throughout the whole wedding. I notice people looking at me but I figured it was the blue highlights but as I look around I notice I am tame compared to the some of the guests. There is pink hair and arm sleeve tats. It occurs to me that they are doing the WTF? she is with him stare. After the wedding I leave and go back to the room to lie down. I was feeling so bad and I was barely holding it together. I had sent emails to my Best friend begging for help, but because I am a nice person I wasn't going to leave until after the wedding since I know they had already paid for my plate.<br />He and his son come back and we are just sitting there talking then all of a sudden he looks at his son and says "go find your grandma". I look at him as he says it again and then look at his kid and say "no. you are not going to find your grandma. stay here". I turn to him and say "your mom is busy you can watch your son" He is not pleased with this answer.<br /><br />6:30pm the reception<br /><br />We walk into the reception and I can feel everyone staring at me again with the same WTF? look. He sits me at the family table and kisses my cheek in front of all his family and his kid. I am not impressed. I talk with his dad about my school and such and then after he gets introduced he comes and sits down as he does this he kisses my shoulder. His aunt wants to take our picture so I lean over and before she takes he he has to kiss my cheek. Her and I exchange wtf looks..lol. He is hanging on me the rest of the night like a cheap suit. He gets mad at his son because he wants to go play video games and lectures him on how this is his uncles special day and he should stay here and spend time with everyone. Then all of sudden we are going to the arcade. His son is playing games and he is behind me with his arms wrapped around me. I am just standing there.<br /><br />Him: you look beautiful<br />Me: I know<br />Him: how do I get you back to my room?<br />me: are we not in the same room?<br />Him: ok. how do I get you out of this dress?<br />Me: You don't.<br /><br />His son's mom is coming to get him so we get him changed then wait for her in the lobby.<br /><br />Him: My ex is really wanting to see you<br />Me: why?<br />Him: she is curious of the women I date. She wants to make sure she is the best looking. Which she is not. My family always says I dated the hottest women but married the ugly one.<br />{his son is right there}<br />Me: we are not dating<br />Him:well you know what I mean.<br />Me: no I don't<br /><br />at this point his son goes and plays on the computer and I sit on the couch and he sits beside me.<br /><br />Him: she is such a bitch and I hate her.<br />Me: you should be nicer<br />Him: I have tried but she makes it so hard<br />Me: you need to do it for yourself. She isn't all that bad she gave you your son.<br />Him: will you be there for me to help me be more positive?<br />Me: uh huh<br />Him: I need to stop drinking or I am going to tell you how much I love you and you will make fun of me for it because your mean<br />Me: but you knew that. I told you a I was a bitch<br />Him: your not a bitch. Your a sexy nice girl<br />Me: his mom is here<br /><br />After giving his son to his mother he comes back in.<br /><br />Him: do you want to go back to the room?<br />Me: no. let's go back to the reception. It's your brother's wedding. you need to be there<br />Him: no I don't I just want to spend time with you.<br />Me: you can spend time with me tomorrow.<br />Him: fine we will go back<br />Him: what did you say to my parents<br />Me: nothing. I talk to your dad about school<br />Him: that must be it then<br />Me: huh?<br />Him: my mom pulled me aside and told me that she really liked you and not to fuck it up.<br />Me: umm..ok<br /><br />Back at the reception we sit at the table. My back is facing him and he wraps around me. His brother comes over and is like you need to be dancing he says do you really think I am going to leave this position I am in? I roll my eyes and his brother smiles and walks off. I leave to go to the bathroom and when I come back he is talking with his brothers. I sit down and he comes over<br /><br />Him: I just got dared<br />Me: huh?<br />Him: my brother asked if I kissed you and I said yes and he didn't believe me so he dared me to kiss you.<br /><br />He leans in and I turn away and say let's go smoke.<br /><br />As we are smoking he tells me his mom talked to him again. Asking if I was having a good time because I am quite and he said yes I am sure she would say if she wasn't. She then said she wants to talk to you and get to know you in case I fuck it up maybe she can salvage it. We go back to the reception and he proceeds to tell more people he paid for everyone's rooms. I swear the whole fucking hotel and reception knew this.<br /><br />At like 10:45pm we leave the reception. As soon as I get into the room I put my jeans on under my dress grab a shirt and go get changed. We are sitting there and I am thirsty and he has to get change for the soda machine so we walk to the front desk to get it. He is still in his tux, his shirt is just kind of untucked. We take the elevator up which is by the reception.<br /><br />Him: I hope the reception is over and my mom doesn't see me<br />Me: why?<br />Him: she will think something happened<br />Me: No she won't<br />Him: you don't know my mom<br />Me: true but she knows my type. She won't think anything happened and nothing did.<br /><br />I swear he was hoping someone saw him. We get back to the room. I drink some soda and lie down. He is right there. I fall asleep at 11:30pm. I wake up because someone knocked on the door but no one is there. I fall back asleep then at like 2am because the phone rang. He answers it and what I caught was the following:<br /><br />Phone: Did you fuck her?<br />Him: mumbles<br />Phone: well since you can't seem to. Can I?<br />Him: I am going to come down there and kill you<br />Phone: laughing<br /><br />Sunday October 11<br /><br />I wake up and I feel terrible. I tell him I might need to go home. He says I just need to lie down for the day. We don't need to go to six flags. He pushes me into bed and then rubs my back and head..Seriously..again. His son also calls and says he doesn't want to come and spend time with him. Shocker.<br /><br />The people keep coming in and out. He comes over by the me and says:<br /><br />Him: you can go if you want, but you can just lie here all day and order room service.<br />Me: No I want to go home. I am staring to get bitchy<br />Him: no your not and I don't mind if you hit me<br />Me: I don't hit girls<br />Him: you are such a mean bitch to me. I bet everyone knows where they stand with you<br />Me: I told you this.<br />he said some other shit that I am not writing down because it was just plain mean<br />Me: you are too fucking serious. Get over yourself<br />Him: I am just joking.<br />Me: whatever<br /><br />I tell him I am leaving after I listen to him tell me how the world is such a terrible place and all the money he made and all the girls that want him..bla bla bla<br /><br />He is pissed that I am leaving and he is lying on the bed and in a snotty voice says do I have to help you take your stuff to the car? I look at him and am like yes I can't lift over 5 pounds. He takes my stuff to the car I kiss him goodbye and he is like do I have a chance with you and I say maybe because I want to get the fuck out of there and I don't want to deal with some long ass in depth conversation. I figured I would talk to him on Monday and tell him no.<br /><br />I text him when I get home and I don't get an instant text back. I just laugh and thank God.<br /><br />That was my weekend. There will be a part 2 of this blog telling you what happened next. I really do hope this made you laugh. I am still laughing at it. Don't forget to leave comments, I want to know what you think. :)Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04192496973267960058noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7928503759876667336.post-18110201484024119012009-10-05T23:41:00.000-07:002009-10-05T23:49:51.428-07:00It's only Monday!I can't believe it is only Monday, well Tuesday early early morning..lol. I feel like I have been hit by a truck and I still have 4 days to do.<br /><br />Today was one of those days. My friend is having a horrible two days and I am worried about her, but I am positive everything will be ok and work out.<br /><br />My day was interesting. I had to get 4 new tires. I had one go flat so I had the donut on. I made the appointment at the tire place. I drove over to the tire place and as I was turning in I felt another tire go. Here is the best part..I parked and the rest of my tires blew out. Total GTA move!! I was so excited and now I totally wish I took a picture. Ha!Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04192496973267960058noreply@blogger.com0