Day 33: someone who really hurt you

I’ve pretty much elaborated as much as I feel like elaborating on the two people that qualify the most for this role. There’s the ex-boyfriend and the ex-friend who are much better as exes than they ever were at their previous roles in my life. I haven’t spoken to her since last March, I think it was.. And I haven’t spoken to him since 2009… And it has just been lovely.

There are other times I’ve been hurt, don’t get me wrong. I mean… Just recently, a friend posted a status on Facebook basically saying that barring any extenuating medical circumstances, you’re a complete loser if you find yourself living at home with your parents at 24. Ummm who BOUGHT your condo for you sweetheart? MUST be nice. To think I had almost forgotten why we hadn’t spoken in months.

I’m a tough broad and it’s not too often that I take things seriously and get my feelings hurt, but it is possible. I don’t think she wrote it to intentionally bag on me, but it was mega insensitive and I was ridiculously offended. Another thing that doesn’t happen to me very often. I even commented on it, just said that I was having a hard time finding something nice to say in response… Hoping that she’d at least come back with an “Oh my gosh I’m SO sorry I totally didn’t mean anything by it!” And then she didn’t. Didn’t even say anything. Which kind of makes her even more of a jerk about it.

Whatever.

Day 32: whether you’d rather marry someone who’s rich but ugly, or poor but attractive

This isn’t even a fair trade off, I mean… I don’t think either one of those things is a deal breaker. I could argue for both sides!

If you have someone who’s rich but ugly… Then you know you don’t have anything to worry about financially. Car’s getting fixed, dinner on the table, private school for the kids and all the bills are paid… But are you attracted to your spouse? Attraction, chemistry and intimacy are very important aspects of a relationship.

If you have someone who’s poor but good looking… Then you know the attraction is there thus the ability to keep the relationship exciting… But then you have to worry about all the financial things.

I think more so than these things, your spouse has to be a good match for you as a person. Not because of their financial status or what they look like.

Day 31: a bit about your social life outside of *WordPress.

Social life?

 

That’s. Hilarious.

 

I’ve been back in Virginia for a month and a half and I’ve seen two of my friends, one of them once and the other one twice. My family’s been going through some junk, there was Christmas, PJ was here for two weeks, I’ve been helping my dad out with a bunch of stuff going on at his office… There just hasn’t been a lot of time for ‘social life.’ Not only that, but I’m stinking unemployed, so there’s not really a whole lot to do on my budget!

I think I’m going to audition for a play tomorrow though. It’s being put on in Norfolk at one of the local theaters and I know a lot of the people involved with it, I’ve gotten a LOT of encouragement to go for it, and it just looks like a lot of fun. I haven’t done a show in FOREVER. I had almost talked myself out of it, was thinking that it would be so time consuming, and if I would be moving to Williamsburg in a few months I wouldn’t want that to get in the way of a show I was doing or anything like that… But then today came, and today sucked, and I want to do the show.

PJ’s not moving here. Not yet at least. Yeah. His last day at the airline in Louisiana was supposed to be this week, he was going to pack up this weekend and start driving. He used up ALL of his vacation the first two weeks of January because he knew he was leaving, the job told him he could start February 13th, everything would be great, it was all set. And then they call him today and tell him, Oh yeah, but since your dad works for us too and you would both be working in the same region, you actually can’t have the job. WHAT. THE. FUCK. YO. I am SO unbelievably pissed off, you can’t even comprehend. This company has been DICKING him around since August when they first hinted at him that there might be a place for him on their Williamsburg property. That is FIVE months. FIVE MONTHS! The first four were them saying that they had to fire this one guy first, and as soon as the position was open it was his. Four months of “Oh we’re firing him Monday. No Friday. No next week. No after next weekend,” went by and then he tells me the news we had been WAITING to hear. That the position was open, and the job was his. He went on his OFFICIAL interview when he was here earlier this month and they told him to just wait for their word, and they’d give him a starting date. So, he got word, got the start date, was told to put in his notice, and now this. THANK GODDESS that the airline seems like they’re going to let him hold on to his job. I swear, I am livid. His dad has ALWAYS been his dad. If this was going to be the issue, it NEVER should have gotten this far. They never should have led him on for 5 months letting him think he had a place with them, getting him to a point where he’s already left his current job and used up all his vacation for the ENTIRE YEAR IN JANUARY… Dick move, company in question.. Dick move.

So at this point, I’m looking for the silver linings. Silver lining #1, we both get to keep our flying benefits so we can keep visiting each other, there’s that.  He doesn’t have to start all over being at the bottom of the food chain in a company. October first marks him being with the airline for 5 years , and so the flying benefits get even sweeter.. With a corporation like American Airlines, there are so many opportunities for him to move up in the company, so this might be a blessing in disguise. When the time is right, he’ll try to get transferred here to Norfolk and see how that goes. I am going to look for something to do with my time. I’m really tired of the jobs that don’t mean anything to me, but no one will hire me to do what I want without a degree! What IS that haha. So, I think it’s time to start planning my return to community college. DUN DUN DUNNN.

So, it sucks that instead of him being here next week, I have no idea when I’ll see him again… And instead of him being here next week, I’m still in a long distance relationship… I mean, really the hardest part about this whole thing for me was the way these people treated him. It was shitty, and unprofessional and I hate it.. But all it all I think this may work out for the best in the long run.

We will see won’t we!

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Day 29: A date you’d love for someone to take you on:

Before I get into today’s topic, something interesting I’ve noticed. I get the most views on my blog when I’m talking about someone I know. The post I wrote about my sister still has the most amount of views, and the runners up are entries I’ve mad trash talked people I know. You guys have very interesting taste!

Bout that date. When PJ and I were living together we didn’t go out too much. We’re young, broke and beautiful, what can I say… We had other things to be spending our money on, like rent, electricity, water bills, the usual. When we did go out we like to go see a movie or go to Texas Roadhouse, always something cheap that we knew we’d enjoy and that was always okay with me, still is. These are things that I know we both enj0y and it’s never anything that really breaks the bank so we don’t have to stress about the financial aspect of it. I’ve learned that for as high maintenance as I’ve always appeared to be, my tastes are surprisingly simple. We went out to a ridiculously expensive restaurant last night that we can’t afford, but he’s just so convincing with his “Come on honey,  you have to live a little every once in a while. And he’s right, I do… And the meal was delicious, I’ll admit that… But even today I’m still sick over the money spent. Turns out, my ideal date is something that I can enjoy without stressing out about what it’s going to cost us.

I can’t wait until he’s back in Virginia and we can go back to our standard after school date… Lunch at our favorite Mexican restaurant ($20.00) and a walk up Mt. Trashmore. That’s all it really takes for me. I mean, someday might I love some over the top romantic gesture just because it can be done? Sure, but when it comes down to it, it’s not at all about where the date is or how much any of it’s going to cost. It’s about how much quality time I’m getting to spend with the man that makes me feel like a Princess anyways.

Who knew that for as shallow, vain, and materialistic as I know I can be, I’m also a huge sweetheart who knows the value of a sincere “I love you.”

SkyMall. Ya kidding me?

Okay so on my way from Norfolk to Dallas I was checking out the latest issue of SkyMall, and I’ve got some things to say. I mean, they’ve got some really fancy items, but a lot of the featured items are a little ridiculous.

Okay, so. I understand the body pillow thing. Good to have when your regular snuggle-buddy is not around… But if that woman’s snuggle-buddy is not around.. Why is she wearing a red satin nightie, and why is she sleeping with a rose? No one does that.

You’re telling me… That the little remote thing is supposed to keep me safe… Against that mangy big toothed dog? Come on.

And this one just looks like a flipping death trap, are you kidding me? PLASTIC… On stairs. Death.

I TRIED to rotate this picture, obviously didn’t work out. Anywho, so this woman totally looks comfy-cozy, no doubt. But all that equipment to sit on a bed… Why not just sit in a recliner??

Again with the rotating, sorry. But this one is just plain ridiculous and I would totally be excited if someone gave it to me. Wouldn’t BUY it, but would totes enjoy it. So I guess this one doesn’t count!

This, is fucking disgusting. The caption on the right says ‘pop-up sprinklers clean and rinse.’ I can only assume that means that the bottom is grated in some way, and that all that piss goes into some type of tray underneath all that astro-turf. CAN YOU IMAGINE CLEANING THAT THING OUT? OMG. Give that thing a week and it’s going to smell like a freaking bucket of piss. OH WAIT. And ‘Great for apartments or condos’? How about, you TAKE YOUR DOG OUTSIDE? Please don’t get a dog if you’re going to have it piss inside. Because that’s fucking foul.

This woman’s name is Christine Aquilera, and she sells what’s basically V8 in a test tube shot. She has GOT to hate her life.

Sooooo. Sleeping on a plane is a pain in the ass, I’ll totally admit to that one. But can you imagine being the douchebag that brings THIS thing on the plane? I am NOT buying that that thing fits in the overhead compartment, so how am I even supposed to get it ON the plane?

This one, I just… I can’t…. I don’t know… Sigh.

Divert yourself away from the fact that my nail needed to be filled SUPER badly, (don’t worry, got it fixed) but if you buy me ANY jewelry from SKYMALL…. We have a problem.

IS THIS SUPPOSED TO BE LAWN DECOR???? For WHO? The ADDAMS Family???

Wow, it’s so crazy that these people are making the EXACT same faces, and posing in the EXACT same way in both their before and after pictures. What are the odds?

This is the new ski mask, isn’t it? Like is this not a robber or what.

Annnnnnnnd I would totally own this. No jokes here. Print pictures right from my iPhone? Yes please.

So anyways, SkyMall sells some crazy jank y’all.

Day 28: something you makes you really angry.

Hidden costs.

POR EJEMPLO;   (PJ- “What’s ‘Por jumplo?”)

I’m in Texas with PJ right now and we’re going to a really nice restaurant tonight, so I decided that it’s the perfect time to fix my super triflin’ nails. From our hotel you can clearly see Cowboys Stadium and the many stores, restaurants and other assorted businesses, so we head that direction. We grab something to eat and head back towards the hotel, stopping at a nail place we had seen on the way. The sign in the window clearly says ‘Refill: $13.’ I think, ‘Sweet, that’s a little cheaper than even back home!’ So we go in and I get my nails filled. Now, when you get acrylic nails with the white french tip, they glue a white tip on your nail and then put the acrylic on… When you get them refilled, they have to buff down or cut some of the grown out white tip (so you don’t have those crazy bitch nails) and put on more acrylic to fill in the spots where your natural nail is now showing. After that, they will take white nail polish and paint the nail so that your previously grown out-now cut down tiny white tip doesn’t look silly.

ANYWAYS. I get all this done, she cuts my nails down to the length I like, put on the acrylic and then painted on the white tips. I go to pay and the man at the counter says, “$23.00.”  I’m like, excuse me? He says, “$15 for the refill, $5 for the french tips, and $3 for the cut down.” ARE YOU KIDDING ME? When I get a fill at home, the shit is like $15 bucks and I’m out the door. Because as far as I’m concerned, the cut down and the paint is PART of the refilling process. If all they did was put on a new layer of acrylic, my nails would be long enough for me to sort lines of crack, you HAVE to get them cut down a little bit and put a little paint on them so they look brand new. Not only did their sign say $13 and they said the fill was $15, but then they decided that all these things that I’m used to being included in the price are separate entities. It’s bullshit, it’s misleading, and it’s rude. I said to him, “Well that’s slightly misleading,” and I handed over the cash. I was pretty pissed. My nails don’t even look as good as they do when I get them done at home so it’s a double whammy.

Anyways. I’m sure there are plenty of things that make me more angry than paying $10 more on my nails than I thought I was going to, but this is what got me revved up today. Enjoy haha.

A thought from 6 miles up.

Sitting next to the emergency exit, I’m freezing cold from the chill of the atmosphere outside biting at the aircraft. But the night sky flying into Dallas is practically magical. Being such a huge hub, the sky is not only full of stars but also glittered with the lights of the other planes that are sharing our space tonight. I can see anywhere from 1 to 7 planes at a time and I know we’re getting close to the airport, close to where my love is waiting for me. I think about how he’s moving halfway across the country for me in a week just as I moved halfway across the country for him more than a year ago, and I think about how tough it’s going to be the first few months. Finding a place to live, a job for me, bills, etc…. And then I look out the window again.. 34,000 feet in the air with the bright lights of Louisiana and Texas down below and the massive, unending space above me, it’s hard to think that anything else could ever be important.

It can’t be coincidence that angels and airwaves ‘true love’ just came on… Can it?
-”the stars in the sky illuminate below, the light is a sign that love will guide you home… The stars in the sky illuminate below, if the world were to die, the light would guide you.”

Day 27: a person you wished lived closer and why

Nope. I REFUSE TO SUCCUMB TO YOUR CONFORMIST WAYS!

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There is NO way I can choose just one person that I wish lived closer. The first and most obvious answer is my PJ! But he’ll be here soon enough. I wish my grandparents lived closer. All of my family really. All of my dad’s family is in Buffalo, where he grew up, and I mean all of them. His parents, his two brothers and their wives, his sister and her husband, nieces, nephews, cousins, family friends… Okay, ONE of his nephews and his wife moved to Florida a few years back, but the vast majority of my dad’s family is all in western New York. We usually end up going up there once a year, at Christmas or Easter or a family reunion… But it’s hard. I mean, my grand parents are literally the best grandparents anyone has ever had.

I didn’t get a chance to really get to know my mom’s parents. They moved to the US from Canada when my mom was four, she actually grew up in a small town called Batavia about 45 minutes outside of Buffalo where my dad grew up! (They didn’t meet until 1984 when they were both stationed here in VA though.) Anyways, my mom’s parents split up when she was a young adult, and when I knew them, my grandfather was living in Indiana and my grandmother was back in Canada. I only really have one memory each of either of them, but they’re vague because I was so young. It’s weird because the memory of my grandfather is a little clearer, but I think I visited with my grandmother more recently… (Mom, correct me if I’m wrong!!) They really are vague memories, more like living snapshots… I have one scene in my mind that I remember with them, but nothing goes before or after it.. With my grandfather I feel like I remember his house. Like if you showed me 10 snapshots of houses, I might be able to pick his out even though I haven’t been there in at LEAST 18 years. I just remember how tall he was. I know he was a pretty tall guy, but I’m sure he just seemed unnaturally tall because I would have been so small. I feel like I remember a piano and a spare bedroom with two twin beds. Just don’t have much. My grandmother was living in some sort of assisted living/nursing home type place, and I remember her sitting in what might have been a wheelchair, and I was sitting on the floor…

I wish I had gotten the chance to have tried to get to know them better before they passed away, but all I can do is be happy that they somehow managed to produce the most important woman in my life, and that speaks more about them any of the stories I’ve heard could manage to. It also makes sure I get up to Buffalo every opportunity I get so that I don’t miss out on anything with the grandparents I still have! My mom has a brother who passed away a year ago, and while I have a handful of memories of him, I didn’t get to know him very well either. Through the power of Facebook though, I’ve gotten to keep in touch with my mom’s neice and her family even though they live in Canada, and that’s really important to me. The relatives that live closest to us are my mom’s sister’s, Lynne, and my namesake; Brenda. My Aunt Lynne lives in Pennsylvania with her husband and my Aunt Brenda in North Carolina with hers. It’s SO nice to have family that we can actually see on a semi-regular basis! I mean, my mom regularly meets my aunt Brenda halfway between their two houses for lunch every once in a while, and we get to see my Aunt Lynne pretty much whenever we feel like making the drive or she does. My mom’s sisters are two of the most fascinating and entertaining women I know, and I just love that they’re so close by.

Even with Buffalo being a 12 hour drive away, none of our family is so far away that getting to them in a reasonable amount of time would be too much of an issue. Nothing like living in Louisiana! I think that’s why being in Louisiana was so hard for me. I was so used to only having to get in a car and drive for half a day to see family, but with living in Louisiana you either need 2 days to drive or a plane ticket. PJ working for the airlines made it better, we got to fly standby super cheap… It’s going to be tough not getting to go back to Louisiana to see his mom and his sisters any time we want.

I wish EVERYONE lived closer.

Day 26: 5 things you’re looking forward to

1. Getting my paycheck for all the hours I’ve been putting in at my dad’s office. Still unemployed, so it’s going to be VERY appreciated!!

2. Hopefully meeting my honey in Dallas for a weekend alone! Since November, we’ve either been staying with his family or crashing with mine, so it will be nice to just have a few days by ourselves again. I miss having our own place!!

3. THIRD EYE BLIND in Williamsburg next weekend. Holy kaopectate, it’s going to be fab. Haven’t seen them since… ’08 I THINK??? Maybe ’09..

4. My family sat down last night and worked out the details of our family Biggest Loser challenge, starts Feb 1st, ends June 15th. Weekly Wednesday Way-ins, bi-weekly challenges, the whole shebang. Winner gets to pick the location of a weekend family getaway! PUMPED. So much easier to lose weight when you’re in it together!

5. Excited for PJ to be living in VA again! He starts his move Feb 5th, and while getting our lives settled and figured out will likely be no easy task, it’ll all be worth it to have him here with me.