Thats life...

" I say that's life, its what all the people say. Riding high in April, shot down in May.." Sinatra couldn't have sang it any better. That's life. I still feel like i am spinning my wheels and getting nowhere. I would love 1 week to be nice and Sweet and UN-eventful. Just normal. That is all that i ask is for one normal week where some crazy S*!@ don't happen. I have come to the conclusion that i am officially Debbie Downer. I fear that my friends sigh, and roll their eyes before they answer my calls, knowing that i must have more issues to complain about. It try not to, really ladies i do, i just need to get past a few things and it will be good ole me again. Well, that's the plan anyway... :-)

Well to start off. I must apologize for blowing "the week of Jodi" I had the best intentions and then yet again more drama, and i have been super busy. However i do know that my chaos is not an excuse. Believe me i will make it up to you all. So let me get you up to speed. I had a Fabulous Cinco De Mayo Party on Monday night. The food was fab the drinks were amazing, but the company made the party! Our little Vixen the Colombian princess had on a super hot backless shirt. (PS i want it where did you got it, I'm sure i asked you already, but i swear that Sangria we had, had roofies in it. That night is a little hazy...) I on the other hand sported a super hot super huge sombrero, and maracas. Note: When i say maracas i mean the instruments that you shake not my boobs... Y'all have dirty minds... So everyone ate and drank themselves happy. Mission accomplished! Next, the story which brings me to the reason why i am blogging at 4:30 in the morning. My sweet sweet kitty has run away. Carpell is the worlds coolest cat. He i so handsome. Oh i miss him so. He has been gone for officially 2 days. I got a call from my neighbors saying that they saw him. I hope it was him that they saw! I have been walking around like one of those crazy cat ladies shaking his treats and calling for him. Gosh i am just worried sick about him. I have slept on the couch the last two nights hoping to hear him Meow and let him in. There was a false alarm a little bit ago at around 3:45 am. I thought that i heard him meow... well he wasn't out at the door. I have come to the conclusion that i have gone crazy from the past months drama, and my mind is playing tricks on me. Knowing Carpell he is outside walking around like hes the man while the tune of "Stray cat strut" plays in his head. Stay tuned more to come...

Rock and a hard place

So i am in a huge dilemma. I have no idea what to do. Do i move? Or do i just suck it up and pay more in rent. do i rent my out my unit and move home? What do i do? i wish that it was easy to make this decision but it is not. I know that this came up for a reason. Something in my life needs to change, i just didn't think that it would be my living situation! But if i move back home, will i really be saving that much more money? I would be driving a ton. It would be very inconvenient... I need some sort of sign that will help guide me... It would be great to buy a house, but i don't think that i could get my stuff together that soon. Seriously, im stuck...

oh and dont think i forgot...

Starting next Monday each day i will blog. In the blog every day will be a Ode To The Bride... through out these past months leading to her BIG DAY on the 10th I will be featuring little tidbits of stories, events and pictures of her and others. Yes maybe even video footage! So this is a gentle reminder to all, if you have any pictures, stories or just want to say something sweet to our blushing bride, email me and i will be sure to include it in THE ODE TO THE BRIDE! Oh and i think that Laura bush is an asshole thinking that she can have her wedding on the same day. If she thinks that she is going to steal the spotlight from our beautiful bride... she has another thing coming!

Note to THE BRIDE: I will include nothing on the blog about the drive home from your Bachelorette party yelling at the guys in the car next to us that your Brittany Tastes Like Roses.
:-)

Im Sorry

Geez... i didn't think that my blog was that monumental that i am getting hate mail from not blogging. Well there has been a lot of drama going on, in addition to my sudden burst of a non-stop work ethic. So lets see. I have been fighting with my friend/ landlord. Oh let me tell you not fun! Not knowing about a living situation will pull the sturdy carpet right out from under you. Oh what else, I having a Cinco De Mayo Party, ummm.... i went to dinner with the smoker last night. Oh i know! I am such a sucker. I picked him up and we went to this Italian place that we both love, then got some ice cream. It wasn't a bad evening. He gave me a huge guilt trip about not going to Florida with him, which quickly turned to i have to drive down for my closing will you come? Ugh... to be honest I'm not sure if it would be such great idea. In a car with him for 20 hours... we would kill each other. The only reason why it would sound good is that i have not been on vacation it what seems like forever and i really need to get the hell out of dodge... decisions decisions. But to stop your wheels from turning, no i do not see myself getting back together with him, and i did not spend the night.I am still on the man diet, but not opposed to a little taste of some man sugar. I need a man that makes enough lettuce to support my shoe fetish...

My husband

I have never been the girl to host a celebrity crush. However i do have to announce that Michael Buble' is my husband but he doesn't know it yet! I love him! he woos me with his amazing Sinatra-esk voice. he is in town today for his concert that is tonight that i don't have tickets for... Boo Hiss. I did put feeler's out there for tickets... keep your fingers crossed for me! I am still holding on to the crazy thought that he is looking for a new pair of shoes and will come into the store today to sweep me off my feet. It not too unrealistic of a thought, is it? yes it is a long shot i know, but i think he would really like me if he met me. I am officially creepy...

The Smoker Strikes again...

The first text came at about midnight. So get this the texting goes from are you out? to, will you come to Florida with me?! I have no idea what s going on with that boy. he kept pressing and pushing for me to take of of work and come down wit him. He tried tempting me with a convertible... that almost worked. He said tat he wantd me to cme down there with him to get a woman's point of view on condos that he is looking at. I don't get it. Why me? I said that he should ask another girl, or his friend that lives down in Florida whom is a lady. He just laughed and and asked me to go again... Ugh i could really use a holiday, but this is not the week to do it. That was my brain busting evening.

Blah Blah Judgment Blah Blah

Hour 5 of no sleep. No joke i think that we just have had a mini earth quake. I'm not crazy. On to another subject that has kept me up. I have just a little bone to pick than i am done. Girlfriends are your girlfriends for a reason, right? And with close girlfriends you should be able to tell them anything and not feel stupid, crazy or even guilty, right? Than why do we have such an issue with telling some of our friends what is really going on in our lives? Is it that we are not being honest with ourselves in certain situations, or are we afraid of the judgement? I admit that i am guilty of both judging and withholding info. You are to, you know you are. OMG!!!!!!! breaking news on tv. There was a 5.4 earth quake in Illinois! I felt it! i felt it! Told you I'm not crazy! So anyways back to that bone. As my girl Heartland says " being a friend means never having to apologize" for your feelings and rants that is. So i add to that. Being a friend means Trying not to judge. And that goes both ways... I'm not sure if that made any sense but i feel like Carrie Bradshaw, and now i know why she smoked when she wrote. I could use a cig... Ha ha not really but wouldn't that be funny watching me try to smoke. Oh BTW at 3 i deleted the Doctors number.