California or bust?

This will be a pretty short boring entry...

So our whole family (minus a couple) got together for the holidays. We got to all meet the newest members and take some family pictures. Ethan and Jocelynn were so cute, and it was great meeting Delilah. She's a nice girl, and a lot funnier than I thought she would be.

In this picture Rachel and I are both pregnant (about 2 weeks apart) so in a few months there will be 2 more additions to the family. Our family keeps getting bigger.


Niek got to play a little with his new cousins. He looks so big compared to them. He's definitely not one of the little ones anymore.

Ethan had some fun on the beach. Michelle's sister in law Jill came out and took the family pictures, and even though she's very pregnant layed on the beach to take this adorkable picture of little Ethan. He is so freakin' cute in it... definitely my favorite. Ray seems to be such a good dad. I never expected that out of him LOL








Pop, Rachel and her whole family, and I all went to Disneyland since it was only a few miles away from where Michelle and Ryan live. It was fun. I went on almost all the rides. LOL It's a lot smaller than I remember it being when I was little. HeHe. I will post some pictures of it when Michelle gets to sending me them!

We also went to the San Diego Zoo. Not as impressive as you would think. We had a family dinner the night before Lis and I left to come back East. Chinese food. Ew. Anyways, Ryan though he was super cool eating freakin' whole little baby octopus, and mom thought it was hilarious to make comments about how her shrimp was moving. I freaked out. I remember shoving and hitting her a few times, and bawling... not being able to control it. It was disgusting.

Anyways, I feel like crap so I'm going to go. I will update more later.

Sooo... I have some news...

I found out in the beginning of November that my bakery is not closed for the winter...it's more like open and ready for business. The pipes are not pinched shut (thought you would like that Michelle) even if I think they should be... I'm 10 weeks, and I'm due in July sometime.

This is not exactly how I figured my first pregnancy to go down, and the baby's Dad sure didn't make it very easy on me when I told him. I felt horribly alone although I had all my family and friends that I knew loved me and supported me. I'm good though now, I don't need his blessing on all of this. If he wants to act like an immature asshole that's his problem not mine. It's something he will have to deal with. He hasn't told his family yet, and said some pretty weird stuff concerning the baby that frankly, I find very unattractive. I haven't seen or heard much from him since I told him I was keeping it.

Any one of you that know me know that I never wanted to have kids in the first place so this is kinda a big deal for me... and to know that I'm going to be doing it on my own, it's gonna be an even bigger deal for me.

I just got done with fall semester and I apply for the Dental program in January after some observation hours. Regardless of how this is all going down I'm not stopping school... I've put it off already for all the wrong reasons and people. I want my career already, and nothing is going to stop me... this baby is just going to have to come along for the ride. LOL I'm super psyched that I got a 90% on my Anatomy and Physiology final... that has nothing to do with anything, but I thought I would add that. =)

Either way, this morning sickness is bull. I don't even know WHY they call it 'morning sickness' when it lasts ALL freaking day! I feel like my stomach is an endless pit that I can't ever fill, and i feel 110% fatter than I did before. Honestly, I can't think of one good thing about being pregnant, and I'm blown away that some women actually love being pregnant... WTH?!? LOL

One thing I'm excited for though is naming it... *Hahaha* I'm always trying to name everyone elses babies... and helped a bit with Ethan's, so now this time it's MY say and I've got some pretty good ideas! Oh, and it's going to be a boy. I've already decided that. If it's a girl... I'm selling it on ebay.

Elisabeth is out here right now. She's got a lot done. We are just trying to get her a GED and a drivers license before she goes back out to Europe at the end of this month. We will be leaving on the 18th to go over to California for the holidays. The whole family will be there to welcome the 3 new members to the family: Ray's new wife Delilah, baby Ethan Riley and Michelle & Ryan's new little girl Jocelynn. I'm super excited! I love my family =)

Not Much Else....

Well, I don't have much to right about I guess. Going out to California the end of December to get together with the whole family for the first time in over 2 years. Michelle will have had her baby, Ray and Delilah will be bringing little Ethan down, so I will get to meet the 3 new members of the family. I'm a big excited, but anyone that knows anything about me knows that I'm not excited for the flight. I wake up in the middle of the night panicking. I hate it. I have to drink and take medication not only for myself, but for the sake of everyone ELSE on the plane too. I bawl like a little baby. Seriously. I'm not kidding.

Tyra and I went out one night and then went to the DAP, a little over dressed but we had fun earlier that night so it didn't matter to us. :)

I turned 26 on the 11th of October. Good times. Tyra and a bunch of our friends went to Tyler's. it was fun other than certain people being jerks and a fight breaking out between big Rob and some dude that was being an A-hole, the night was pretty awesome! I love my friends! That's the cake that Tyra got me. :)

I had a great time, but I think I need a break from going out for awhile. LOL! Frank, (to the bottom) and I have been trying to set up a date for a long time now, but we can never seem to get on the same schedule. He's one of the best dudes I've ever met. :) Good guy!

There are a lot more pictures, but this site has been pissing me off lately so I don't feel like posting them all. They are on my facebook so you can see them there I guess.

Tyra, Dan and I went to a firefighter benefit thing earlier in the month. Which reminds me, I still have to pay Skip for that ticket! Anyways, it was a good time seeing everyone there. After we left there we went to guess where... that's right Tyler's because we love it so! Haha!

Alright well like I said there wasn't much else. Sooo... Yup. LOL there ya go.

Every Other Day Of The Week Is Fine, Yeahhh...

OK, so I haven't posted in a few months...and this being the longest and possibly the worst week of my life in a long long time, I'm going to share. Consider it a favor. It all started on Monday. You know, the day that everyone LOVES:

Monday Monday

So good to me

Monday morning it was all I hoped it would be

Oh Monday morning, Monday morning couldn't guarantee

That Monday evenin you'd still be here with me

Monday Monday cant trust that day

Monday Monday sometimes it just turns out that way

Oh Monday mornin' you gave me no warnin' of what was to be...

But I digress...
Monday AM excited for school, but nervous for the classes. Being the person that I am I of course prepare for EVERYTHING, and am completely organized...but for some reason, not this day.

I hadn't put anything in binders or my bag for that matter. I make my way to my closet only to find my red JanSport backpack is MIA and possibly a POW. This completely throws me off. I rack my brain. WHERE COULD IT BE?!?!? No idea. But the books from last semester that were IN the bag are sitting up on their side in the closet. I think OK no big deal I will look for it later. Proceed to put my books (most likely 150 pounds worth) in my laptop bag and head out the door. I make it to Del Tech and walk up to the line at the front door. I wait 10 min in line to get to the front only to realize my ID was IN my red backpack. They won't let me in. They tell me to go across the street to the security place and get a new one. I have to be to my first class (A&P) in 10 minutes. I walk across the street and knock on the locked door. Someone opens it for me and behind the tinted windows and doors I notice there is a line of at least 58 people being helped one at a time by ONE guard. Are you thinking WTF??? Because that's EXACTLY what I was thinking. I waited in line for about 5 minutes when I said "Eff this" and went up two flights of stairs to across a hall (that crosses over the street below) down two other flights of stairs across another hall past the security guards that told me I couldn't get in... of course I was pretending like I owned the place so as to not draw attention to myself.

I start looking for my class... Already 5 minutes late I stop someone that looks like they know what they are doing. They don't. Big surprise. I have to do what I would dread most... walk up to the security guards and ask them where the room is. They tell me it's right behind me, and shockingly don't even realize I'm the same chick they just sent away 10 minutes earlier. I walk in and notice the instructor is already well into the discussion. I sit down at the back of the amphitheater and start taking notes. The girl in front of my tells me that I need to pick up the 6 different papers up front since I came in late. I walk down and get them only to realize we are already on page 4 of the one of the packets. About an hour later he's letting the class out and talking about how he will see us on Friday's lab. I KNOW I don't have lab on Friday. I ask the girl in front of me if she has the same problem. She doesn't. She looks at my schedule with me and we realize: for the PAST HOUR I have been taking notes in the wrong class. Let me clarify. I was in the RIGHT ROOM, RIGHT Subject, Wrong teacher, wrong time. Nice. I look at where my RIGHT class is and make my way up there since there is still 45 minutes left of it. Which by the way... has a funny little workbook... coloring workbook to be exact!

Up in the lab room they are just finishing up when I walk in. I talk to the instructor and watch the video etc. I'm late 10 minutes to my next class-- Intro to computers. I walk in and sit next to Sharon who happens to be in that class. :) Yay. I then realize that when I'm taking out my book for said class it wasn't as much as the 'right book' as it was my SOCIOLOGY book. Once again... Nice. After class Sharon and I go down to the lunch area, because I'm pretty sure at this moment my stomach is starting to eat itself. I get a BLT and turkey sandwich...after standing in line... they don't except card... gotta go to the ATM... stand in line again. Get my food, sit down and eat it after I scrape off the bacon pieces that are burned and nasty... which if you don't know cafeteria food is burnt hard and nasty. I finish it and go to throw it away. I throw it into what I THOUGH was the trash hole... it hits the edge busts open and the bacon goes flying everywhere. I WANT to cry at this point but I laugh instead. I mean who could not.

The rest of the day goes rather smoothly except for the 2 more hours of A&P lecture that I can't understand because my instructor is from India and I don't understand a bloody word she is saying. I make it home finally after I get off work. About 1:30AM I'm sitting on my couch talking about my PS3. I talk with my hands A LOT... so while I'm doing so I point to my PS3... or at least where it's suppose to be. It's not there. Someone came INTO my apartment and took my 80G PS3...

It all starts becoming clear to me what happened here.

Someone came into my place like they owned it... went through my stuff like it was their job... found my PS3 didn't wanna look like they stole it while walking down the street and tried to find something to carry it Ergo- my backpack is missing. I can't believe this day is happening to me. Granted I still have a roof over my head, and my health, but REALLY???

Anyways, the next AM I call Nationwide for my renters insurance to see if it covers it. My deductible is $500.00 -- yeah right. I'm good thanks. WTF do I have that for?!?! I get ready to head to sociology, but want some quick breakfast before I leave. I go to grab my banana. Not there. Apparently the damn little thieves got a little hungry and now I have a case of Goldy Locks and the 3 bears. Which I affectionately change to something not appropriate for this post. WHO I wonder, can walk up into someones home, and do something like this??? Someone needed a better mommy is all I can think of.

The rest of the week I've been forgetting things at home dropping things etc. But nothing has been anything worse than that Monday.

Sounds like life to me

it ain't no fantasy

it's just a common case of

everyday reality

I know it's tough

but you gotta suck it up.

Dan came and fixed my lock and doorknob for me day before yesterday. It was very sweet of him and I appreciate it a ton. :) He says I only get 1 sweet and cute thing a month... I beg to differ. :D lol.

A Quick Question, With a Not so Quick answer.

So, I was asked recently, "What's one trait you hate about yourself?" I've never really thought about it in depth, so I sat down and actually did. I was going through my emails that I have from Ex's (yes I keep them shut up) and I came across something that I had written kinda for myself... I just wanted to share, because I think it is one trait that I truly hate about myself.

Hmmm, I'm very picky when it comes to guys. I wish I wasn't. I don't give them a chance because of the smallest thing. Everyone says it's because I'm scared to actually let someone in, and that I only hold onto the ones that hurt me because I know there's no chance of us getting too close. That may be true, but I think that I have had good guys, great guys, and horrible guys and So now I know what I want...I'm not willing to settle. I guess I'm picky, and that's what I hate. Well maybe it's necessarily being picky maybe it's just because.... guys aren't suppose to wear turtle necks, they aren't suppose to have a messed up grill, not suppose to be too tall, talks with his hands, mean and rude to his mom, too much of a friend, WAY too clingy (more so than any girl), he's not over the age of 'old', his name is Andrew (LOL had WAY to many bad run in's with guys with this name), Too skinny, looks like an ex, ACTS like an ex, opens the door for me too much, doesn't want to go anywhere fun because one of his students might see him (yes he's a teacher and he was in his early 30's), His hair is too long, he tells me to pick something and then when I do tries to change my mind, doesn't watch the movie when we go to the movies, talks about himself and ONLY himself, can't stop talking about how muscular his own body is, hair's too greasy (too much damn product), tries to kiss me on the first date and when I don't kiss him freaks out, thinks if we DO kiss that we are 'together' and gets pissed if I talk to a friend that I've had for years, is too short, has no neck (ok he had a neck but it doesn't seem like it to me), said the word 'UM' too many times, eats like a damn idiot and holds the fork like it's trying to get away, CHEWS with his mouth open, doesn't eat meat (WHAT GUY DOESN'T EAT MEAT!!!) LEAVES when I'm going to the bathroom because I told him my ex and I still talk after he ASKED me if we do, then texts me and asks me if he can come back, won't let me get off the phone when I'm working, tells me that he can change me and make me more affectionate, doesn't stop talking about wanting to give me a message, even in the middle of a normal conversation, is in the Secret Service (freakin' crazy), has 2 large dogs that SLEEP IN HIS BED with him and their hair is EVERYWHERE!!! (seriously I didn't take my shoes off in this house because I'm pretty sure if I did, my socks would come out looking like hobbit feet, is way too forward about his sexual life, tells me he can help me with the way I 'dress' (sorry I like the way I dress, and I think you might be gay), Oh and I had one guy that asked me if it was because he didn't go to college WTH!!! LMFAO!!!! YOUR MOM GOES TO COLLEGE!!!!

Yes, these are ALL actual people, and dates that I have been on... They are all different people, and only a few came from the same guy. I honestly could go on and on. So how about YOU tell me what my problem is.

It's Been A Long Little While...

So my Mom and Dad came out for a month. They stayed with Rachel for a week in Ohio, flew out here, went to Vegas for a week with Michelle, and then onto Seattle to visit Ray. While they were out here I let them play Guitar Hero on my Playstation 3. *haha* It was pretty funny. I don't think either one of them has ever played a video game. I'm pretty sure that they were/are interested in buying something like that now. LOL! Anyways, when they were out here we went down to Delaware City to see the old sites down there. Pop explained to me what the ruins were, but I can't remember. I will have to ask him again what the name is and what era it was used in. (Basically a Fort for cannons etc.) It was really interesting. We hiked around for a good time and didn't even see everything. Paul and I went another day, and actually found that there is a lot more hiding back there.

Rob decided that he wanted me to grace his presence at the Navy Sub Ball (I fixed that from just saying Navy Ball for Ray's sake because we all know what a stickler for details he is). This is the dress I wore.

Long drive getting up there and back, but it was worth it. I had fun, when Rob wasn't being a homo. LOL ;) That's right Rob I freakin' said it. I teared up a couple times, I love seeing the military have pride in what they are doing for their country. It was kinda like prom I guess. Haha. Not that I would really know, didn't go to mine thank the Lord...but I can imagine. We got some pictures taken professionally. I will have to post them on here when we get them back... LOL depending on what they look like I guess. This is the only other picture we had taken that night because Rob forgot his camera, and I thought I did but it was actually in my Jeep the whole time. Oh well. I lasted the whole night without losing my 'clutch' as Rob calls it... I just call it a pocketbook, and why he knows the actual name of it is beyond me. Anyways, I ended up leaving it at the Ashworth Hotel.

On the way home all I listened to was book on CD... LOL! Can I just tell you how awesome that is!! I don't have time to read because of work and school, but because of how much time I drive I can actually read/listen to my books :) haha. I feel old. I'm finishing up Ladies of Liberty right now.

The semester is almost over. I'm so HAPPY!!! I've already taken the final for my Math class (Biomedical Statistics) and I have recieved my final grade for it. I got a 95% which is an 'A'. I still have Chemistry and Psych to finish off. Start the group presentations Tuesday. I made up a poster...drew it free hand even... LMAO! Suck it Michelle!!!! The shape of his head is a little bit odd, but you know what...all in all I'm pretty dang proud! LOL

Ok, so this entry wasn't all that fantastic, but I had to update. So there you have it.

Outta Sight Outta Mind.

I don't think I can do this anymore. The dating thing I mean. I just can't seem to find anyone that doesn't A) Creep me out, or B) Annoy the living shit out of me. I'm honestly going to write a book. I have enough experiences that I definitely could. I have met and gone on dates with just about every weirdo imaginable.

I don't get it. I will have to elaborate more later, to tired to do it right now, and I have to study for a Chemistry test that I have tomorrow. Ugh. So I think right now I'm just going to make a list of things that REALLY freaking annoy me.

1. People who substitute the letter 'Y' with an 'I' in any given word. (e.g. - Huni/Honey, Sexi/Sexy, etc.) I'm pretty sure that you had spelling tests in elementary school, and that at some point you learned the correct spelling of things... how about you apply it. You're an adult, it's not cute.

2. When I tell someone that I'm a Mormon they ask how many husband's I have. How about you take a History class, Polygamy was abolished from our religion in the 1800's, and just because 'Big Love' refers to them as Mormons doesn't make it so. People broke away from our church, and practice WTF they want. Peel yourself off of the TV, and read a book.

3. My Psychology teacher. I'm pretty sure that I PAY to take the class... and if I run out of staples and can't staple my paper 'before the class starts' it's not because I'm lazy... if I was I wouldn't BE there in the first place... you're so strict about having things due when you want them due, and done how you want them done... how about you post the damn test grades already so I can see what I got. It's almost been a freakin' week. Pretty sure YOU get paid to do that so you might wanna get on that.

4. Tweens. Enough said.

5. People who talk too much about themselves. I would be more impressed if you DIDN'T say anything for once. Also, if you're going to get around to asking something about me, don't interrupt with something you think will also impress me. Trust me, you are doing quite the opposite.

6. My effin' ESP light in my Jeep. WTF does that keep coming on for!!! It's a brand new vehicle. I'm too lazy to take it in.

7. Voicemails. I hate them. Just because my voicemail says "Hey, sorry I couldn't get to the phone leave me a message." doesn't mean I really actually want you to. I HATE checking it. It's a waste of time, and annoying. I saw that you called, and if I care enough to call you back then I'm pretty sure that we will talk about whatever it is you have to say...so you don't need to leave it on my phone. If you insist on actually leaving a voicemail, keep it short and sweet. I don't need your life story. I don't need a freakin' 5 minute voicemail that I'm going to delete halfway into listening to it.

9. Barack Obama supporters. I understand that you are proud of your country and your president, but SHUT UP ALREADY! Let's move on.

10. People that put and apostrophe in the wrong spot like: do'nt, should'nt, is'nt, your'e . Seriously? The apostrophe takes the place of the missing vowel... it doesn't separate the words. WTF. I have seen this more than once, and was speechless at first. It's not a typo when you repeatedly make that mistake. It's a habit, and you need to fix it.

There's a lot more, but I will have to add to the list later. I REALLY have to study, and get to bed. Oh yeah, I will also post up pictures of the apartment... Re-plastered the bathroom and painted all the walls. It looks awesome.

You know it's 2009 right?

Soooo.... if you haven't heard, I broke my foot. Fifth metatarsal to be exact. Wanna hear the story? Well even if you don't, I'm sure that by the end of it you will be glad that you did. Most people are.

It was a dark cold not so stormy Saturday night, Tyra and I went out for a last minute GNO, but this time her friend Frank came with a couple of his guy friends and some other girl. We went to Delaware Park and decided to try our luck at the slot machines, and later the blackjack tables. All the $5 tables were taken up, along with the $10 tables, and from the looks of some of the people there I'm pretty sure they were there payin' rent. ANYWAYS, the only tables left over were the $25 tables... we were doin' pretty good and made a deal with each other that the minute either one of us lost once, we would take our money and go. I won $60 and Tyra won $80... so we were a little excited (mostly I was because I've never gambled before :) let alone won anything LOL)

After which we all went up stairs, and talked a few politics, and I made some new republican friends. I don't remember what decided it, but we made our way to Hockessin and to...I guess it's called the zoo lounge maybe? I don't remember. While there we got the VIP treatment. We were having a great time laughing and carrying on. SOMEHOW the topic of 80's dance moves came up. Being the person I am, I go ahead and show off my skills. Mind you I was wearing stiletto's. I started with the 'Running Man' and added a little 'Roger Rabbit' to the mix. Looking down at my feet I realized that wearing those shoes while bustin' a move probably wasn't the BEST idea I've ever had. After I took the proper precautions by taking off the shoes I continued with my display of awesomeness. Don't know how, when, or why, but during the process I landed on my foot wrong. I felt the pain shoot up my leg immediately. Even though I was intoxicated, I knew that the running man had just gone horribly horribly wrong. BUT I didn't shed a tear and in my then display of stupidity I continued to with a little attempt at the kid 'n play and then sat my not so happy ass down.

We left and went back to Tyra's place. She gave me tenny runners to go home in the next morning, and I went to bed. I woke up in the most excruciating pain I felt in a long long time. I looked down at my foot and it was swollen up to just about the size of a baseball, and it was all different colors. I went over to Nicole's house to show her my art work and she gave me an icepack. Andre looked at my foot and told me I definitely broke it, and that I needed to go to the Dr.

I didn't want to go, but after a few hours of pain, and wondering exactly what was going on underneath the swelling, and sausage sized toes I caved. I called around and found a Walk-in clinic in Hockessin. I called Nicole and we made our way down there.

While sitting in the waiting room, we were off and on watching SpongeBob Squarepants and talking about our childhoods. Something on the TV caught Nicole's eyeball, and she decided to mention it. "Look Yolanda it's you!" I turn my head quickly to the TV as if I was expecting to actually see myself on there, maybe doing the running man...breaking my foot. That somehow it was recorded and put on the 5 o'clock news. That's not what I see. What I DO see is Patrick. I turn back to her quickly "I'm a fat starfish?" I ask her. She started laughing as if that's not what she was referring to, but that it was because on this particular episode, Patrick was tanning and became shiny and tan. But I know better than that.

We get called into the back, and proceed to tell my story to the staff. After a few trips in and out of my room, one by one they come back laughing. Nurse, Radiology Tech, Doctor...later the receptionist, you name it they were havin' their fun. After a few sarcastic comments like: "You know it's 2009 right?" and "There is a reason those dance moves stayed in the 80's" I got my X-Ray and got a free ride in a wheelchair back to the room. I sat there for about 10 minutes when the Doctor came back and told me it was definitely broken. The bone had twisted and broke in 2 places. I needed to consult an orthopedic surgeon to see if I needed pins in it. They fitted me with a walking cast (which I call my 'Air Jordan' because I can push the little blue bump on the front and can pump it up with air :) LOL Nice!) They gave me a CD with my X-ray on it to show the Ortho. Surgeon when I made my appointment.

That Wednesday I went to the orthopedic clinic to see the Doctor. After staring at him and his beautiful smile for awhile I remembered why I was there, and I quickly told him what happened. He came back after looking at the x-ray, and told me that I had to wear the boot for 4 weeks, come back for another x-ray on the 25th of March, and they will fit me with an air cast that I can wear in my sneaker. I didn't need pin's is all I heard. LOL :)

Here are some pictures for your enjoyment, and I'm going to go ahead and stay away from pumpin' up the jam for awhile.

You Are What You Eat?

So I'm pretty sure that I have reached the age of "Old" in the past few months. Every joint and muscle either aches, or feels completely busted. I've never been much of a runner, but this whole running 1-2 miles everyday, is just kickin' my butt BIG time (so what if that's not a 5k).

It's sad when you are watchin' TV, and the only thing you pay attention to is the Advil commerical; and consider how many different aches and pains it actually would take care of for you...and then you start considering mixing medications to alleviate your pain all together or to just knock you out so you don't have to listen to your body screaming, "WHY THE HELL ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?!?!" for which I have no answer.

I shouldn't have to work out if I don't want to right? I should feel comfortable with my body and the way I look without having to worry about what others think of the thickness of my thighs, or the firmness of my upper arms. Yet, I press on. Dragging myself everyday to the gym, body unwilling until I actually get there, when the adrenaline kicks in. That is until I get my happy ass on the treadmill. Holy crap. Either way, I'm gonna keep at it. I will be starting a protein shake tomorrow... EAS Myoplex, 'helps build lean muscle', and I swear if I start growing an Adam's apple or something else pretty dang masculine, I'm gonna have a few choice words for some people.

Onto a pretty short subject. I don't think I have heard the phrase Medulla Oblongata more in my life time than I have this week. It's weird how you can learn about something, and then hear it everywhere you go. Just thought I would put that out there.

Saw my little man again today. All my worries go away when ever I look at his little face. It's so innocent and sweet, and he's always so happy to see me. Big ol' grin with is 2 little teethies pokin' out :D He cracks me up. I don't know how we ever lived without him. HAHA! He loves to dance, and I love to help him...he's the most adorkable guy in the whole world! If I ever have kids I want them to be just like him. He's so sweet, and makes all the suffering seem worth it LOL! Here is a little video of him doing his thang during the Colbert Report ;) Enjoy!

For Better or For Worse...

Ok, so I just found out earlier this week that my ex-husband is getting/got married. LOL I had been hearing rumors that he was going to get married to a little girl etc. but he's been asking everyone that he's dated since we've got our divorce, so I didn't think it was for real this time... LOL! Well it was. ANYWAYS, things just kept getting better from there. For any of you who don't know when we got married it was January 24th, well Brad and his fiance/wife decided that they were going to get married literally the Saturday before. (That is literally 7 days before the 24th) I found this amusing for two reasons. One because I know SOMEWHERE in the conversation of them deciding what day it was going to be the topic came up about "Well what about the 24th" and there was a big hell no, OORRR he just didn't tell her what day we were married. (Which leaves the honor to me :D haha I'll get to that later.


Well, as the week went on I hear where exactly they are getting married, turns out to be the building right in front of where Brad and I use to live. LOL! Who the FREAK does that!?! I guess them... So then the week progresses... Day before the wedding Shonda gives me a ring and tells me about how they have now put the announcement on the marquee at Wendy's. Let me say that again for those of you who didn't get that.... eh hem.... WEEENNNDDDYYYY'SSS!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Maybe, they shoulda thought about havin' their nuptials through the pickup window!

Oh my gads, I have never laughed so hard in my life! They went through the trouble of stickin' each letter up there, but couldn't even put their picture in the newspaper where all the rest of the normal people in the world stick their announcement! Have I mentioned lately how DUMB it was to marry this guy and how smart it was to DIVORCE him?!?

Ok so as many of you know, Brad refuses to get himself off of my bank account that I've had since I was little, and I refuse to close it (because it's MY freakin' account!) So I took it upon myself to write his new bride. Askin' her nicely since now they are married that maybe she could do something about his refusal. I also may or may not have mentioned the wedding date being so close to ours and the place of marriage being so oddly close to where we made our home. So, I've gone off on tangents a couple times about this to different people, but only because I think it's SOOO ridiculous! IF I ever decide to get married again, you can sure bet the farm that I'm not going to have it in anyway similar to my last wedding OR if I'm getting married to another divorcee will I make it anything similar to HIS last wedding. Not in the same month, not the same town (let alone the same block), not the same COLORS... EW!

This only now leaves me to assume that because he doesn't feel the same way about that, that he's not quite over the whole thing like we would hope him to be. I mean, at first I only had the bank account and his refusal to take his name off of it after 4 freaking years, but now all this?? Are you serious???? Wow. Move on and quit trying to re-live whatever it is you think we had. Because whatever it was, was a huge MISTAKE.

There's probably some people out there readin' this wondering why I'm even bothering to write something about this, well here's your answers:

#1~ It's freakin' hilarious!!!!

#2~ Because I still have to deal with the idiot! I make truck payments for him (not willingly mind you) Get calls on my cell phone from bill collectors asking where he's at and how to get a hold of him because he can't pay his bills

#3~ Hear stories constantly from everyone about HE divorced ME when I have legal paperwork stating ME as the petitioner and him as the respondent, and fabricated stories about what caused our whole divorce...

#4~ One of the main reasons I moved away from home, away from my friends, was because he was stalking me everywhere I went after our divorce was final. Whenever I talked to guy's, he thought he needed to pull up next to me and stare down whomever I was talking to. Or he would constantly drive by the house in his mom's suburban (ya know, because I we had been married for over a year and I didn't know what his mom drove.) Which, I should have realized he would do because he did the same thing when we were just dating, and had broken up because he was being controlling.

#5~ Because I want everyone to know what kind of a bullet I dodged BY divorcing him. Most everyone knows, but it's also a good thing for me to hear every now and again because I DID go through hell with him, I had never been so depressed as when I was with him, nor have I since. Not because I didn't want to be with him, but because he made me feel so badly about myself that I thought he was all I deserved. All I could get.

I thought he was my only chance at happiness. He stripped me from my friends, from my family. I was cut off from everything that I had known and only allowed to see things through his eyes. Only go to his friends and families houses. We fought physically ALL the freakin' time. He was the most controling person I have ever met. I wasn't even allowed to work until we started hurting for money. He called me the worst names that I now hear other people using today, and it just makes me cringe. I would have stayed in that horrible environment had I not started talking to Shonda again behind his back at first. She gave me the strength to stand up to him when it came to what I wanted. She gave me the strength to even notice that there was a way out, and that I could do it. Even if he was my only chance at happiness, I wasn't even happy. She gave me the strength to get the papers ready and signed to get away from all that.

I'm not gonna lie, I still have issues that I need to work out after all that. I'm definitely NOT the same person I was when I was married. I don't let people walk all over me anymore. I don't let guys make me feel guilty for anything anymore, I don't tolerate being called names. I do however think the only thing I have a problem with is commitment issues. I just can't get close to anyone, when I know there is a chance at something working out. Mainly because I don't want to give up who I am for someone else again, and I shouldn't have to. Your husband/wife should add to who you are, not take away from it. They are an extension of who you are and what you believe in, they aren't your identity. And until that happens, until I find someone that the opposite doesn't happen when we are only dating...I won't settle down. I won't lessen who I am just to make someone else happy. It's my life, I've only got one, and I'm living it the best that I think I can. That may change from day to day, but as long as it's what I want... then that's all that should matter.

Besides that Adelman is going to support me until I'm old and gray anyways, he doesn't know this...but he will soon enough :P HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

New Year = New Plans

So here it is the start of 2009 and I have a few New Years Resolutions I've set for myself. Not something I want to make the topic of discussion, but something important to me none the less. I went out with friends last night Hopefully drinking for the last time.

One of my resolutions it to stop drinking. I've basically become an alcoholic and I'm not proud of it. When you wake up in the morning craving a beer for breakfast, it's not a good sign. I've cut back a ton since October, but now is the time to cut it off completely because if I don't I'm afraid I will never be able to. I never thought this would be an issue for me, but obviously it has become one and it needs to be taken care of. That, and it's not helping with my desire to be 123 pounds... LOL So it's a win win kinda situation I guess. Haha.


A couple weeks ago, Tyra and I went out to Trolley Square to the Logan House. We were just going out for a regular GNO (Girls Night Out) and ended up wondering what the crap all the santa gear was about... We're kinda oblivious to local happenings I guess, because it was the Santa Crawl.

We got our picture taken and stuck in Spark Magazine. It was kinda funny when we were at the gym the next week and had people coming up to us sayin' they saw us. Haha. good times. The hats we were wearing weren't even ours. We confiscated them from random guys.

After we got done there we went to a 24hr diner to have some breakfast. Tyra was so messed up and almost fell out of her seat on the ride over there. lol We had great entertainment while eating though. Some 60 year old guy there was playing the jukebox and dancing like no one was watching...but we were...and laughing...hard. I haven't seen something that funny in a long time. He was all by himself and toasted, but havin' the time of his life!!

Ok, on to other things. I got a text day before yesterday from the Turbo that called me high maintenance. I didn't know who it was because I freakin' deleted his number. Why wouldn't he delete mine??? He wants to get together again, and I told him only on one condition... He doesn't talk about sex. He said ok, but we'll see. Dude is effed up like Polio.

I called a Psychic yesterday...hahaha... I got a $20.00 coupon in the mail and decided to make it worth my while... Apparently I am one of few people who is destined to be with one person for my whole life. This 'one person' I will be meeting in the Spring, possibly early May. I'll tell ya what... I'll wait for May, and if it doesn't happen, I'm not so sure I'm gonna believe the Psychic the next time I call.

I haven't seen little man for a couple days, I think tomorrow I will make my way over there to chew on his cheekers. He prolly misses me :D haha.

FINALS!

Ok, so technically I should be studying for my Math final, but I just can't. I'm so freakin' tired right now and besides that i'm a huge procrastinator... Yay me. Ugh. I didn't think I would be so sick of school by the end of the semester...and it's not even that I'm sick of it... I just need this break... BAD.

So, besides that, are you ready to be proud of me? I've been going to the gym. I've prolly already mentioned that before, but either way...I'm stickin' it out. Tyra is such an awesome friend... We have so much fun when we go, checkin' out all the hot guys... LOL especially that handsome muscular tattooed one... mmmhmmm... she has to show me the one she likes on Sunday... lol We keep talking about how we are going to grab his little notebook that he brings with him to the gym to right down his workout I guess, and just jot down our numbers... LOL That would be a great time! I've lost a total of 5 pounds now in less then 2 weeks...

Hopefully this weight loss keeps up. I

feel like I'm turning anorexic though. I mean even with my great love of food. I just look at it now and I think to myself it's not even worth it, and I end up closing the fridge. Either that or i will snack on a Veggie. Ugh I hate veggies, but I guess my stomach has to be full right? Subway will never escape me though...lol I love it WAY to much and can NEVER turn that down! lol

Anyways, here is a picture of little man and I hangin' 'a' christmas ornament on the tree... Have I mentioned how much I love his squishy little face, and butt, and thighs, and arms, and NECK!!!! lol Alright, off to study.... HA!

High Maintenance???

What. The. Crap!!

I'm sorry, but I don't think that I am. High Maintenance I mean. Oh I am SOOO done with this creeper! I have never been so infuriated with someone that I hardly know... OHHHH YAAAA.... Believe it. He totally passes up 'Muscles Matt' BY far! At least Matt had a reason for being pissed off, I mean not getting a kiss after a date can hurt even the most egocentric of men; but THIS guy... is something else. You would think him being in the Secret Service that he would HAVE to be normal... but noooooo.... that's asking too much from a guy I do believe.

I don't even think this man knew how to flirt! Seriously...who goes from going out for a cup of coffee to "Hey, I'm feeling horny are you?" IN ONE DAY!!! ONE!!! Ugh. The sad part is that he had such potential! He had a sense of humor, and looks, and... oh gads...a hot ass freakin' job!!! Just seeing that wire to his ear just about made me forget how much of a creep he was! HAHA! And he had to ruin it all... with his personality. WTF. Anyways, today he couldn't take a joke and basically freaked out on me. He told me I was High Maintenance. HAHAHA! Me? Of all people? Ya oook... I will forgive you for that because you don't know me too well; but I just can't get over how much of a drama queen YOU are...and I'm done.

Having that said... I got my hair did!!! I colored my hair :D LOL Yes, again... and....drumroll please...... I layered it... Ya. I know.... Big deal. HUGE deal. Right? Here's a picture:

YEAH HAA HA! Of course you have NO idea how excited I am that I was able to figure out how to post this picture up... (with Nicole's help of course) :P LOL!

Ok, now... on to more important things. I've been going to the gym for awhile now and actually keeping it up thanks to the Y.M.C.A. and my girlie Tyra :D !!!! I do have to say I'm pretty proud of myself ;) haha. Tuesday we started our Kickboxing class!

Next week marks my last week for this semester. That means finals. Right now I have an 'A' in both of the classes (Chemistry and Math) Hopefully it stays that way after the finals. I've already signed up for next semester: Math 135, Chem 110, and PSY 121. LOL We'll see how that goes. ;)

Alright, that's about all I have to say for today... Nothin' really funny happened but I needed to vent a little about Turbo Nuts, and I felt this was a fantastical place to do it.

So there you have it. And because I'm still excited about being able to post that picture... here's one of little Monkey Man and I today :D I love his little chubby CHEEKERS!!!

It's my first time....

Okay, so being the big 'Band Wagon Jumper' that I am, I figured why not start up a blog too... YAY! Everyone out there does this blog thing for their little families that they've started or have had for awhile, well being that I tried to go down that road once and it didn't work out so well, you guys are just going to have to deal with this being All Londa, All The Time! Who's excited?! I know I am!

I will try and keep you updated on the hilarity's of my life on a monthly if not weekly basis. I know I know, you're all excited about what I'm about to throw down here... but bring your calm down a notch and relax... It will be everything you hoped for and more. I promise.

Basically everyone that cares to read this already knows who I am and what I'm about, sooo... if you were looking for the whole "October 11th 1983~ On a dark cold Tuesday night. I. Am. Born." Then I have already broken my promise, and failed your expectations of what this blog will be about, and you should probably stop reading right about..............now.