customer service my ass
Reason #12658 why Dawn has it in for old people:
They are the rudest, most self righteous people in the world.
Now, I'm not talking about those cute little 80-90 year olds (like my Grandma) that you just want to fold up and put in your pocket...I'm talking about those 70 somethings, who are for whatever goddamn reason are still working, still driving there "luxury" vehicles around and going about 45 in the fast lane. Yeah, I'm talkin' about those folks. They clearly are out of their head and still in the 60 something mindset. What fools. I'm so glad I hung up on one of them today. In claims, I would have to take it...but not here. Yeah, baby.
Friday, August 26, 2005
don't be jelly
I've learned my lesson about putting people on blast. And I mean that in the nicest, most appreciative way possible. For real. I'm nervous and anxious when confronted by those things, but after the fact I really feel good and accomplished.
So for those who have been following on my xanga and here (I think I mention it here, if not check out the xanga for the details), some new developments: "Byron and I are 'weird'". WTF. Because we're living together? Because we talk and engage with each other? Because he's not afraid to kiss and hug me in public? Because we have a healthy realtionship? If it's because of all those things...then yes, we are weird. SUPER FRICKIN' WEIRD.
I've learned my lesson about putting people on blast. And I mean that in the nicest, most appreciative way possible. For real. I'm nervous and anxious when confronted by those things, but after the fact I really feel good and accomplished.
So for those who have been following on my xanga and here (I think I mention it here, if not check out the xanga for the details), some new developments: "Byron and I are 'weird'". WTF. Because we're living together? Because we talk and engage with each other? Because he's not afraid to kiss and hug me in public? Because we have a healthy realtionship? If it's because of all those things...then yes, we are weird. SUPER FRICKIN' WEIRD.
Thursday, August 25, 2005
hopping mad
"Hopping mad" is such a weird term. When I think of "hopping," I think of bunnies and aren't they usually happy? It's almost like an oxymoron.
Anyway...2 things made me hopping mad last night. One was justified and the other was not. haha. About a week ago, there was a family that was killed on I-5 because some stupid ass drunk driver was going the wrong way. The family wasn't even from here, they were from the East coast. Can you imagine? Your vacationing somewhere and you fucking die. It made me think of all the idiot drivers on the road and I was livid. How dare they make such a decision to wrecklessly drive and take away a young family's life? Ugh...it makes me sick to my stomach just to think about it.
As for the other thing, Byron and I had a yelling match over ceremony readings. In comparison to the other thing, it was pretty stupid.
"Hopping mad" is such a weird term. When I think of "hopping," I think of bunnies and aren't they usually happy? It's almost like an oxymoron.
Anyway...2 things made me hopping mad last night. One was justified and the other was not. haha. About a week ago, there was a family that was killed on I-5 because some stupid ass drunk driver was going the wrong way. The family wasn't even from here, they were from the East coast. Can you imagine? Your vacationing somewhere and you fucking die. It made me think of all the idiot drivers on the road and I was livid. How dare they make such a decision to wrecklessly drive and take away a young family's life? Ugh...it makes me sick to my stomach just to think about it.
As for the other thing, Byron and I had a yelling match over ceremony readings. In comparison to the other thing, it was pretty stupid.
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
ghetto
It must be bad if you're pulling some MacGyver shit that you used to do in college.
I hate fake ass breezies who are nice to your face and then turn around and run their mouth every chance they get. They're trendy asses walk around like their shit don't stink and that everyone loves them.
You'll get yours bitch. Just because we're almost family doesn't mean I won't take off my earrings and put on some Vaseline to give you a good old fashion beating. Okay...some of that wasn't true...I don't wear earrings.
It must be bad if you're pulling some MacGyver shit that you used to do in college.
I hate fake ass breezies who are nice to your face and then turn around and run their mouth every chance they get. They're trendy asses walk around like their shit don't stink and that everyone loves them.
You'll get yours bitch. Just because we're almost family doesn't mean I won't take off my earrings and put on some Vaseline to give you a good old fashion beating. Okay...some of that wasn't true...I don't wear earrings.
Tuesday, August 23, 2005
entertain me
My boss is out of the office once again until Friday. I printed out what needed to be printed in terms of the wedding (labels for remaining favors, sheet for unity candle), browsed all sorts of different websites, ate lunch, helped some agents, made phone calls & emails. It's is almost 3 o'clock and I am bored out of my goddamn mind.
I should just leave early.
My boss is out of the office once again until Friday. I printed out what needed to be printed in terms of the wedding (labels for remaining favors, sheet for unity candle), browsed all sorts of different websites, ate lunch, helped some agents, made phone calls & emails. It's is almost 3 o'clock and I am bored out of my goddamn mind.
I should just leave early.
Monday, August 22, 2005
Friday, August 19, 2005
Kiddies
We get the kids tonight...woohoo! When I was at my dress fitting yesterday, Taryn kept saying, "Don't forget I am going to your house tomorrow!" and the Roycee would say, "Yes, house a'morrow." Hecka cute. I get to babysit them on the the Friday before Labor day weekend...I need to tell my boss I want it off.
My sister asked Byron to take a day off to babysit between the time she goes back to school (she's a teacher) and the time my grandmas come back from Canada. I know Byron pretty well and part of him wants to do it, while the rest of him is scared out of his mind. He scared because he doesn't know what to do with them. What if one of them chokes? What do I do? Not the avid problem-solver and it's hard for him to step outside his comfort zone. When he's around them, I'm there to take care of everything. I asked him if he'll still be scared when we have kids. He said he had 9 months to learn everything there is to know about babies. Did I mention that he doesn't hold newborns either? I see his point, but I can't force him to do it. My sister's gonna be disappointed...
We get the kids tonight...woohoo! When I was at my dress fitting yesterday, Taryn kept saying, "Don't forget I am going to your house tomorrow!" and the Roycee would say, "Yes, house a'morrow." Hecka cute. I get to babysit them on the the Friday before Labor day weekend...I need to tell my boss I want it off.
My sister asked Byron to take a day off to babysit between the time she goes back to school (she's a teacher) and the time my grandmas come back from Canada. I know Byron pretty well and part of him wants to do it, while the rest of him is scared out of his mind. He scared because he doesn't know what to do with them. What if one of them chokes? What do I do? Not the avid problem-solver and it's hard for him to step outside his comfort zone. When he's around them, I'm there to take care of everything. I asked him if he'll still be scared when we have kids. He said he had 9 months to learn everything there is to know about babies. Did I mention that he doesn't hold newborns either? I see his point, but I can't force him to do it. My sister's gonna be disappointed...
Thursday, August 18, 2005
comments
Found this in my comments:
Anonymous said... http://www.xanga.com/item.aspx?user=aivster&tab=weblogs&uid=324006501 Please Read!!!
People will say what they want. I can't change what's being said about me and I have already taken responsibility for my actions. I've been in contact with the other party involved and I thought it was resolved amicably. Whoever left this comment, if you're intentions were positive, thanks for looking out...if the intentions were negative, I am aware of what's going on. Leave it alone, I've put it out of my mind since then.
I hate having to put a disclaimer on everything...but I'm not trying to generate more shit talking by posting this. I just want to let my folks know that I'm over it. It's over...it's done with...let's move on.
Found this in my comments:
Anonymous said... http://www.xanga.com/item.aspx?user=aivster&tab=weblogs&uid=324006501 Please Read!!!
People will say what they want. I can't change what's being said about me and I have already taken responsibility for my actions. I've been in contact with the other party involved and I thought it was resolved amicably. Whoever left this comment, if you're intentions were positive, thanks for looking out...if the intentions were negative, I am aware of what's going on. Leave it alone, I've put it out of my mind since then.
I hate having to put a disclaimer on everything...but I'm not trying to generate more shit talking by posting this. I just want to let my folks know that I'm over it. It's over...it's done with...let's move on.
yes!
Looks like Class of '97 is actually going to be hanging out next week. Finally! Geez...who knew that it would take a month to get 7 busy ass people together? I'm really looking forward to it. I guess we just need to make a decision on where to meet...and then all the skeletons come out of the closet! Well...at least what can come out over the course of a few hours, but y'all know what I mean!
Poor babe can't go to his 10 year reunion because we'll be on our honeymoon then. Kawawa. Why didn't the committee have it in the summer? Oh well...we can go to mine in 2 years. HAHAHA.
Looks like Class of '97 is actually going to be hanging out next week. Finally! Geez...who knew that it would take a month to get 7 busy ass people together? I'm really looking forward to it. I guess we just need to make a decision on where to meet...and then all the skeletons come out of the closet! Well...at least what can come out over the course of a few hours, but y'all know what I mean!
Poor babe can't go to his 10 year reunion because we'll be on our honeymoon then. Kawawa. Why didn't the committee have it in the summer? Oh well...we can go to mine in 2 years. HAHAHA.
Wednesday, August 17, 2005
there should be a law
That bans old people from certain things. No, I'm serious. I know that this sounds ageist, but whatever...not a day goes by, not a day...where I don't have to deal with the hijinks of some old person. Usually, I'm on the road when it happens, but today it was in the supermarket.
I'm waiting in line at the express cashier and it clearly states "10 items or less." There was an old woman in front of me with like 50 bajillion things in her cart. The cashier says to her, "Ma'am, this aisle is for 10 items or less." She replies by saying that she cannot see the sign. He lets her through, but then she also says, "If anyone is in a hurry, that's too damn bad." I kid you not. This bitch has the audacity to say this in front of a line of 3 that's forming behind her when the cashier was kind enough to let her through the line. At least she wasn't paying with a check because then Dawn would have to choke a bitch. And what makes me the most angry about this situation is that this bitch had a younger friend with her! Why the fuck didn't your friend tell you to go to another line?
So lame.
That bans old people from certain things. No, I'm serious. I know that this sounds ageist, but whatever...not a day goes by, not a day...where I don't have to deal with the hijinks of some old person. Usually, I'm on the road when it happens, but today it was in the supermarket.
I'm waiting in line at the express cashier and it clearly states "10 items or less." There was an old woman in front of me with like 50 bajillion things in her cart. The cashier says to her, "Ma'am, this aisle is for 10 items or less." She replies by saying that she cannot see the sign. He lets her through, but then she also says, "If anyone is in a hurry, that's too damn bad." I kid you not. This bitch has the audacity to say this in front of a line of 3 that's forming behind her when the cashier was kind enough to let her through the line. At least she wasn't paying with a check because then Dawn would have to choke a bitch. And what makes me the most angry about this situation is that this bitch had a younger friend with her! Why the fuck didn't your friend tell you to go to another line?
So lame.
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
Part III
Quotable quotes...
"Hey bitch, where the fuck is my ice cream?"
"Look at her with her wussy little wine glass...Imma take a picture!"
"We're going to Forever XXI"
"You can't eat nuts...but you like balls right?"
"Can't finish your champagne? Just give it to Katherine."
"Can I touch your boob?"
"I'm constipated and I'll try anything at this point."
"Are you ordering dessert?"
"Nah...I'll just eat the free one."
"I don't wanna tell them because they're gonna be all judgy and shit."
"I'm gonna call her and tell her that they're hotter in person."
"She said upstairs...but not exactly how far upstairs."
Quotable quotes...
"Hey bitch, where the fuck is my ice cream?"
"Look at her with her wussy little wine glass...Imma take a picture!"
"We're going to Forever XXI"
"You can't eat nuts...but you like balls right?"
"Can't finish your champagne? Just give it to Katherine."
"Can I touch your boob?"
"I'm constipated and I'll try anything at this point."
"Are you ordering dessert?"
"Nah...I'll just eat the free one."
"I don't wanna tell them because they're gonna be all judgy and shit."
"I'm gonna call her and tell her that they're hotter in person."
"She said upstairs...but not exactly how far upstairs."
Monday, August 15, 2005
dorks
My bro-in-laws fucking crack me up.
Me: Hey Ralph, where's my brother at?
Ralph: In the bathroom, practicing his dance moves.
Jun: What kind of limo are we getting?
Me: Stretch Navigator.
Jun: Aw man...I only wanted to ride in a Hummer. I'll tell Byron to change it.
This in addition to wearing CHiPs sunglasses courtesy of PGA, wanting to order everything on the left side at Chili's, getting freak nasty in front of the camera, and rolling down a grassy hill like 5-year-olds.
Becoming an Evangelista is looking pretty sweet.
My bro-in-laws fucking crack me up.
Me: Hey Ralph, where's my brother at?
Ralph: In the bathroom, practicing his dance moves.
Jun: What kind of limo are we getting?
Me: Stretch Navigator.
Jun: Aw man...I only wanted to ride in a Hummer. I'll tell Byron to change it.
This in addition to wearing CHiPs sunglasses courtesy of PGA, wanting to order everything on the left side at Chili's, getting freak nasty in front of the camera, and rolling down a grassy hill like 5-year-olds.
Becoming an Evangelista is looking pretty sweet.
Friday, August 12, 2005
insults and compliments
By virtue of being a Sociologist or more specifically being a person with a BA in Sociology, I tend to overanalyze what is being said to (or about) me. I was putting on my shoes today before leaving work and caught my reflection in the car. I thought, "I did my make-up really nice today." Then I thought about something my sister said to me. She told me that I'd make a really good plus size model. It was a compliment in the sense that she thought I was pretty, but it was also an insult because she was saying that I was plus size. My mom did the same thing when looking at Byron's baby pictures yesterday. She said that his baby pics don't look like him and that his baby pics were cute.
I'm highly opinionated and I get that from my mother. In fact, every woman in my family on both parents' sides are highly opinionated. It's good in the sense that we speak our minds, but bad because we can really get ourselves into some sticky situations. I'm not new to people talking shit about me, in fact I know for a fact that much of that is going on right now because of what I've done. It's nothing new to me, in fact I've been in many situations where I found my foot caught in my mouth. I'm a bitch, I'm retarded, I'm insecure, I'm immature, I'm fake, I talk to much, I'm fat, I have too much time on my hands, I can't sing, I'm not all that, I'm stupid, I'm this, I'm that...I'm human. I apologize for that.
By virtue of being a Sociologist or more specifically being a person with a BA in Sociology, I tend to overanalyze what is being said to (or about) me. I was putting on my shoes today before leaving work and caught my reflection in the car. I thought, "I did my make-up really nice today." Then I thought about something my sister said to me. She told me that I'd make a really good plus size model. It was a compliment in the sense that she thought I was pretty, but it was also an insult because she was saying that I was plus size. My mom did the same thing when looking at Byron's baby pictures yesterday. She said that his baby pics don't look like him and that his baby pics were cute.
I'm highly opinionated and I get that from my mother. In fact, every woman in my family on both parents' sides are highly opinionated. It's good in the sense that we speak our minds, but bad because we can really get ourselves into some sticky situations. I'm not new to people talking shit about me, in fact I know for a fact that much of that is going on right now because of what I've done. It's nothing new to me, in fact I've been in many situations where I found my foot caught in my mouth. I'm a bitch, I'm retarded, I'm insecure, I'm immature, I'm fake, I talk to much, I'm fat, I have too much time on my hands, I can't sing, I'm not all that, I'm stupid, I'm this, I'm that...I'm human. I apologize for that.
Thursday, August 11, 2005
war of the words
Certain events that have transpired over the past 24 hours have led me to truly reflect on my actions. I will openly admit now that I was wrong in the way everything was handled. It was poor decision making on my part and definitely not one of my most mature moments.
With that said, the only person who is deserves an apology for my behavior is Byron. His opinion of me is the only one that truly matters. After explaining the situation and apology, he was so understanding and accepting of that apology. I believe his exact words were, "nothing can make me change my opinion for you babe, at least not something like this." I then realized that the "mature" thing that I should have don was not to find amusement at someone else's expense, but to realize the message behind it.
Byron's a great catch...I'm so happy that I caught him.
Certain events that have transpired over the past 24 hours have led me to truly reflect on my actions. I will openly admit now that I was wrong in the way everything was handled. It was poor decision making on my part and definitely not one of my most mature moments.
With that said, the only person who is deserves an apology for my behavior is Byron. His opinion of me is the only one that truly matters. After explaining the situation and apology, he was so understanding and accepting of that apology. I believe his exact words were, "nothing can make me change my opinion for you babe, at least not something like this." I then realized that the "mature" thing that I should have don was not to find amusement at someone else's expense, but to realize the message behind it.
Byron's a great catch...I'm so happy that I caught him.
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
softball
Last night, Babe's team won 15-3...or something like that. LOL I do pay attention, but I'm not sure about the accuracy of the score. What a good fiancee I am. Anywho, I'm used to it being just me and Rizzel at the games, but yesterday we had quite a few fans in the stand. Some random quotes from last night:
"C'mon Byron...HIT THAT!"
"Yeah...HIT THAT!"
"How much would you pay for Byron's balls?"
"Um...nothing. I'll get 'em for free."
"What do you call it when they run around the bases like that?"
"Uh...a homerun."
"Don't eat that off the ground. We're not bums."
"Not yet anyway."
from a guy: "He won't let me kiss him."
"He's fast because he's low to the ground."
Fun stuff. My sister hella dissed me yesterday for an A's game. Too bad they lost.
Last night, Babe's team won 15-3...or something like that. LOL I do pay attention, but I'm not sure about the accuracy of the score. What a good fiancee I am. Anywho, I'm used to it being just me and Rizzel at the games, but yesterday we had quite a few fans in the stand. Some random quotes from last night:
"C'mon Byron...HIT THAT!"
"Yeah...HIT THAT!"
"How much would you pay for Byron's balls?"
"Um...nothing. I'll get 'em for free."
"What do you call it when they run around the bases like that?"
"Uh...a homerun."
"Don't eat that off the ground. We're not bums."
"Not yet anyway."
from a guy: "He won't let me kiss him."
"He's fast because he's low to the ground."
Fun stuff. My sister hella dissed me yesterday for an A's game. Too bad they lost.
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
found
Because I'm bored out of my mind sometimes, this is what you can find from searching your fiance's name on the internet...an ode from an ex-girlfriend.
Let's all have a good laugh.
Because I'm bored out of my mind sometimes, this is what you can find from searching your fiance's name on the internet...an ode from an ex-girlfriend.
Let's all have a good laugh.
Friday, August 05, 2005
fortune cookie
Got some Mongolian Beef from the local chinese restaurant and now I'm enjoying my fortune cookie. It reads:
"No one conquers who doesn't fight"
How profound. So after enjoying this cookie, I'm left to ponder this fortune. I come to the conclusion that it means something along the lines of, if you don't fight no one can beat you. If you don't cause conflict, there is no conflict. If I chose to whore around, I suffer the consequences...nobody else, just me. If I decide to let other people determine my worth, then I'm doomed to internalize everything they say because I don't have the strength or courage to believe in myself. I believe all our decisions are conscious on some level. I don't buy that bullshit of "sub-conscious" or "instinct." NO. We are human beings with the ability to function on a different plain of existance as all the other mammals in this world. I have a tough time with people blaming others for their misfortunes and tribulations. Grow the fuck up, get over yourself and let the healing process begin.
How profound, indeed.
Got some Mongolian Beef from the local chinese restaurant and now I'm enjoying my fortune cookie. It reads:
"No one conquers who doesn't fight"
How profound. So after enjoying this cookie, I'm left to ponder this fortune. I come to the conclusion that it means something along the lines of, if you don't fight no one can beat you. If you don't cause conflict, there is no conflict. If I chose to whore around, I suffer the consequences...nobody else, just me. If I decide to let other people determine my worth, then I'm doomed to internalize everything they say because I don't have the strength or courage to believe in myself. I believe all our decisions are conscious on some level. I don't buy that bullshit of "sub-conscious" or "instinct." NO. We are human beings with the ability to function on a different plain of existance as all the other mammals in this world. I have a tough time with people blaming others for their misfortunes and tribulations. Grow the fuck up, get over yourself and let the healing process begin.
How profound, indeed.
Thursday, August 04, 2005
driving
I used to be a claims adjuster and spend about 3+ hours in my vehicle everyday, so all in all, I think I'm a pretty good driver. Unfortunately, I work in a city where there are a plethora of old people and impatient rich people on the road. I use my horn way more than I ever had in my entire life driving. Yesterday, 2 people almost hit me coming out of driveways and 1 today.
Annoying. SO ANNOYING.
What's people's hurry anyway? Are you really in a hurry to get to work? I know I'm not. It's bad because I have that mentality of "I'll get there when I get there." I come in before my boss anyway, so is he really going to know if I'm late or not?
I don't think so.
POINT OF THE POST: Driving in Walnut Creek sucks ass. Big stanky cow ass.
I used to be a claims adjuster and spend about 3+ hours in my vehicle everyday, so all in all, I think I'm a pretty good driver. Unfortunately, I work in a city where there are a plethora of old people and impatient rich people on the road. I use my horn way more than I ever had in my entire life driving. Yesterday, 2 people almost hit me coming out of driveways and 1 today.
Annoying. SO ANNOYING.
What's people's hurry anyway? Are you really in a hurry to get to work? I know I'm not. It's bad because I have that mentality of "I'll get there when I get there." I come in before my boss anyway, so is he really going to know if I'm late or not?
I don't think so.
POINT OF THE POST: Driving in Walnut Creek sucks ass. Big stanky cow ass.
Tuesday, August 02, 2005
psycho
I don't know what made me think of this, but I had an ex-boyfriend who was, for lack of a better word, psycho. I'm talking crazy here people. He was in a gang and a mama's boy (funny combination, if you ask me) so in addition to being very physically aggressive, his mom hated be by virtue of being with her favorite son. WTH, right? He would do strange things too...at the time I wouldn't think much of it, but now that I'm reflecting on it...he's fucking crazy yo. First he wanted me to keep the condom (ejaculate and all) in a ziploc bag in my room, kept all the condom wrappers in the middle console of his car and requested a used pad from me. I'm actually gagging as I type this. Who the fuck does this shit? Psychos! He would also verbally abuse me, forbid me from talking to any guys (family excluded), wearing shorts, cutting my hair, wearing make-up...what a fucking stupid ass teenager I was.
Looking back now, I have major trust issues that took me about 10 years to work out (he lied...ALL THE TIME), I couldn't trust a man as far as I could throw him, and used my sexuality as a form of acceptance and belonging. It makes me sick to my stomach to think about how long I endured that...in the name of love. I would sneak out at night, lie to my parents and lost my best friend because of him. Is this normal for a 14 year old? I could have really fucked up my life...
And it's times like this where I'm thankful that I was able to get myself out of that abusive relationship. Although he never hit me, he would push me into stuff or out of his car...it was more mental/emotional abuse than anything. I don't know why I'm writing about this now, but I felt like I had to put it out there...not just to put someone on blast, but because it's theraputic to me. There are just some things that you shouldn't keep in.
I don't know what made me think of this, but I had an ex-boyfriend who was, for lack of a better word, psycho. I'm talking crazy here people. He was in a gang and a mama's boy (funny combination, if you ask me) so in addition to being very physically aggressive, his mom hated be by virtue of being with her favorite son. WTH, right? He would do strange things too...at the time I wouldn't think much of it, but now that I'm reflecting on it...he's fucking crazy yo. First he wanted me to keep the condom (ejaculate and all) in a ziploc bag in my room, kept all the condom wrappers in the middle console of his car and requested a used pad from me. I'm actually gagging as I type this. Who the fuck does this shit? Psychos! He would also verbally abuse me, forbid me from talking to any guys (family excluded), wearing shorts, cutting my hair, wearing make-up...what a fucking stupid ass teenager I was.
Looking back now, I have major trust issues that took me about 10 years to work out (he lied...ALL THE TIME), I couldn't trust a man as far as I could throw him, and used my sexuality as a form of acceptance and belonging. It makes me sick to my stomach to think about how long I endured that...in the name of love. I would sneak out at night, lie to my parents and lost my best friend because of him. Is this normal for a 14 year old? I could have really fucked up my life...
And it's times like this where I'm thankful that I was able to get myself out of that abusive relationship. Although he never hit me, he would push me into stuff or out of his car...it was more mental/emotional abuse than anything. I don't know why I'm writing about this now, but I felt like I had to put it out there...not just to put someone on blast, but because it's theraputic to me. There are just some things that you shouldn't keep in.
Monday, August 01, 2005
goodbye weekend
Good weekend. Not like those marathon weekends where Byron and I have about 16 billion things planned every minute. Got to see family, friends and got a lot of wedding stuff done too!
Highlight:
Saw my uncle (dad's bro), aunt and 3 cousins from the Netherlands.
Lowlight:
My sister, Ben and the kids were in LA.
Highlight:
Free food at the Wyndham for our taste test.
Lowlight:
Mom and Dad were running late. Byron was upset because he didn't think that we wouldn't make it on time.
Highlight:
Won a free $5 Starbucks card at Yvette's baby shower.
Lowlight:
Yvette gave us the card because she felt bad for us, since we really didn't win any of the games.
Highlight:
Got really drunk at Judy's (Byron's coworker) 30th Birthday Partay. Nice ass house too...who would have thought we were in San Lorenzo!
Lowlight:
Trying to sober up real qucik to take someone home...boo. But they ended up calling someone to pick them up.
Highlight:
Byron got hit on by a gay guy who quickly realized that Byron was into girls.
Lowlight:
Wasn't there to witness it since I was "closing my eyes" in a reclining chair in the computer room by the indoor pool.
Highlight:
Finished 30 centerpieces, 50 favor tins and 150 favor tags.
Lowlight:
Took about 6 hours to complete, didn't shower until 10pm.
*sigh* Back to work. I hate Mondays...
Good weekend. Not like those marathon weekends where Byron and I have about 16 billion things planned every minute. Got to see family, friends and got a lot of wedding stuff done too!
Highlight:
Saw my uncle (dad's bro), aunt and 3 cousins from the Netherlands.
Lowlight:
My sister, Ben and the kids were in LA.
Highlight:
Free food at the Wyndham for our taste test.
Lowlight:
Mom and Dad were running late. Byron was upset because he didn't think that we wouldn't make it on time.
Highlight:
Won a free $5 Starbucks card at Yvette's baby shower.
Lowlight:
Yvette gave us the card because she felt bad for us, since we really didn't win any of the games.
Highlight:
Got really drunk at Judy's (Byron's coworker) 30th Birthday Partay. Nice ass house too...who would have thought we were in San Lorenzo!
Lowlight:
Trying to sober up real qucik to take someone home...boo. But they ended up calling someone to pick them up.
Highlight:
Byron got hit on by a gay guy who quickly realized that Byron was into girls.
Lowlight:
Wasn't there to witness it since I was "closing my eyes" in a reclining chair in the computer room by the indoor pool.
Highlight:
Finished 30 centerpieces, 50 favor tins and 150 favor tags.
Lowlight:
Took about 6 hours to complete, didn't shower until 10pm.
*sigh* Back to work. I hate Mondays...
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