Once everyone realizes that it IS all about me, we will all be a lot happier...

You see that blog down there that says “truly blessed”? Maybe I blessed myself a little prematurely (not really, but I’m feeling sorry for myself today – so roll with me for a minute)… I live with my best friend – tomorrow is our “one-month anniversary”. It actually makes me cringe to hear stuff like “one-month anniversary”, but I can’t help but feel we’ve accomplished something here.

One month ago tomorrow, I asked this man to give up his home, his job, and his way of life (in another state) to come live with me. For some unknown reason, he agreed and I jumped in my car and drove 15 hours to get him and bring him to Georgia.

For the next three weeks, this poor man endured my moods (most were NOT pretty), my constant need for reassurance (I am incredibly insecure with relationships), and my frequent “freak-out” episodes when things aren’t the way I think they should be (they should be perfect at ALL TIMES lol). I have no idea how he survived it. But he did. With the patience of Job, this man took a deep breath, smiled, and hugged me through all the crap I brought to the table.

And yesterday the table turned. OMG.

Yesterday, at approximately 3:04 pm EST, he turned into a first-class prick. I can call him that because that’s the word he used to describe himself last night. It didn’t matter what I did or said, he was coming back with a smart-ass response. Now I realize that 95% of all his responses are smart-ass and are usually hilarious – this man has a brain AND a incredible sense of humor – but the smart-ass comments last night were just irritating with little or no humor.
This morning, he was right back in the smart-ass saddle and the drive to work was NOT FUN.

And YES YES YES – I do realize that I MAY have contributed to his mood (I’m not saying I did – but just MAYBE I played some SMALL part), but remember, I’m feeling sorry for MYself (see first paragraph) so WHATever…

Here’s what makes me crazy: He’s put up with my bullshit for over 3 weeks… why can’t I put up with his for a couple of days (omg, please tell me it’s only a couple of days)??? The more I think about it the more frantic I become. Why do I expect HIM to be perfect all the time, but I allow myself to shift into bitch-mode with absolutely no advance notice? Am I really that selfish and self-centered? Wow- maybe it’s NOT all about me (ya think?)… Nahhhh… that can’t be it… must be something else.

T, if you’re reading this – I love you and I’m sorry. Happy one-month anniversary (STOP ROLLING YOUR EYES!)… lol

Truly Blessed

Today was my first day at my new job. WOW. Talk about a big dose of humility. Just when I thought I knew everything - I realized today that there is SO MUCH MORE that I have to learn!

I was with my last employer for almost 25 years (OK, THAT makes me feel old) and did the same job for the past 11 years - a job with a manager that gave me the freedom to do my job and explore new ways to get things done - a job that provided a good income and health insurance for a single mom with 2 children - a job that provided me with valuable experience in preparation for my new job - a job with awesome co-workers that far out-numbered (and out-mattered) the a-holes I had to deal with - a job that I was truly blessed to have.

Beginning today, I have an awesome new job with USDA - a job that comes with many new responsibilities - a job that seems overwhelming at times - a job that pays better than the last one (lol) - a job that will use my strengths and strengthen my weaknesses - a job that I am truly blessed to have.

This weekend I had dinner with friends - friends that accept me for who I am - friends that don't put up with my BS - friends that make me laugh - friends that open-minded - friends that I can trust - friends that I am truly blessed to have.

This week marks one month since my best friend came to live with me - a best friend that loves me for the twisted, dysfunctional person that I am - a best friend that openly recognizes his faults (and mine!) and works at correcting them - a best friend that makes me laugh even when I'm at my angriest - a best friend that is incredibly and unbelievably patient with me when I'm at my bitchiest - a best friend that is a little slow with "listening to what I'm trying to tell him" but eventually gets it and helps me work through it - a best friend that will do almost anything to make me happy - a best friend that I am TRULY BLESSED TO HAVE. (I love you T)

One of these days.... POW! Right in the kisser!!

Yesterday I had an incredible man in my life, an amazing daughter that am so very proud of, and all my laundry was caught up. Today? Well, let's see... I have a completely infuriating boyfriend who thinks computers are stupid (because he can't remember what he typed) and my daughter brings me dirty clothes she's been stockpiling for years (ok maybe not YEARS). I honestly don't know how she's found any clean clothes in her room.

I'm trying to be patient - I really am. Patience is not one of my strong points, but I'm really trying - I promise. I recently asked my best friend to move in with me. 12 days ago, I drove 15 hours round trip to go get him and bring him into my life. My kids think he's cool, the dogs don't even know I exist anymore. He has been an amazing improvement in my life. I keep using the word "amazing", but I don't know any other way to describe the way I feel when I'm with him. Except for today. OMG. I really wanna smack him today.

It's been over 6 years since I lived with a man (my ex, and that wasn't fun). I guess I've forgotten how stubborn and pig-headed they can be. Big problems don't phase him at all. I am freaking out, and he calmly and rationally figures out what to do - it's amazing to watch him work. But the little things? OMG - please let me smack him.

He's been working on a blog - my suggestion on how to release some stress and get his thoughts organized and documented. He's been typing away for days. Early this afternoon, he couldn't get into his account and brought the laptop to me. Now, why do you think he thought I could help? Because he knows that I know a thing or two about computers. Now, I'm not an expert, but I can find my way around and sometimes I amaze myself with my computer skills.

So, I figured out pretty quickly what he did wrong and tried to explain it. Did he listen? Hell no. I recognized "The Look" - you know the look that men give you when they're just waiting for you to finish whatever the hell you're saying (cause they're not listening) so they can explain to you what is wrong with your theory? As soon as I recognized "the look" I wanted to smack him. Seriously dude? You're gonna argue with me about a computer issue? Seriously? The goober typed in the wrong email address when he established his blog. He typed .com instead of .net. I have no doubt this is was the issue. Oh no, he says. He didn't do that. (smack) Yes, you did "honey". No, I didn't. (smack) Have you gotten any confirmation emails from blogger.com? What's a confirmation email? (smack) (sigh) An email that confirms that you HAVE THE RIGHT EMAIL ADDRESS. I don't know what you're talking about - I hate computers - they're stupid (SMACK)



God I love this man... (smack)

Did you know we were royalty?

I have had the most amazing week. I am Queen of Procrastinatia - the land of putting off everything until "tomorrow". Last weekend I had Friday Night Trivia (no way I'm missing that), Girls' Lunch & a Movie on Saturday. That was the extent of my plans. The rest of the weekend I was going to finish up my school projects (which I had all week to do), and prepare for my job interview on Monday morning. I take my duties as Queen seriously, so obviously I didn't start on school or interview prep until Sunday morning. Unfortunately, I miscalculated the time it would take me to finish my school projects and I didn't start on the job interview prep until around 9pm Sunday night. My daughter, Princess High from the island of Maintenance, was walking on eggshells all day with me... and I have to say - she is an awesome daughter and really supported me Sunday.

Anyway, I finished my projects, submitted them and got an A as my final grade for the class. YAY!

I prepped for the interview, apparently it worked, because I was offered the job on Tuesday. YAY!

Wednesday night at 9:30 pm, I got in my car, and drove 7 hours to pick up my BFF, turned around and drove back home. Now by BFF is living with me and things are awesome, mainly because HE is awesome. YAY!

ahhhh.. it's good to be Queen.