Things I Will Miss

Florida was not a completely horrible place to live. I did enjoy living by the beach and getting to see the sunrise most mornings, the weather (except in the summer), how convenient everything is, the nightlife, and the very very interesting citizens of South Florida (like the old man who wears a pink dress while riding a bicycle down my street and "Dragon Man" who has toy dragons glued all over his car and drives down the road blaring the theme music from Star Wars).

What I will miss the most are the wonderful friends I have made here and I hope that I continue to keep in touch with them, if not thru this silly blog, by phone, email or snail mail. I wish there was some way to take them all with me. It will be hard to find people in South Carolina that will be as well dressed, colorful, amusing, uplifting, fun-loving and supportive.

(Right after this picture was taken, a big bird pooped on my shoulder...I think it was a crane)

Blogging For Dummies

(L to R: Shand, Rob, Hubby, Me, Cybele - in pink,
Silvia-next to Cybele, Vinny, Dawn & Pete)

Yeah, I broke down and bought the book. I needed to because I was going crazy not being able to do some basics like type in bold or even type in italics. I can even post pictures now...

The picture above was taken at the Patriots vs. Dolphins game in November. We tailgated 3 hours prior and about 2 hours after the game. I was a good steady drunk for about 10 hours. Good times. I have been trying to post that damn picture since then!

Hubby is Worried

That people will seriously start thinking he beats me. The other night, we were getting into the car after dinner and I somehow opened the car door and hit my head. Really hard too. Now I have this HUGE egg on my forehead. My bruised arm from the New Year's Eve dive I took just healed!

For the longest time, I kept getting these mysterious bruises on my forearms and could not, for the life of me, figure out how I got them. Then, one day while I was explaing this to a friend of mine at work, I turned and walked out her office, hitting the doorknob with my arm. She said, "Sweetie, I think we have figured out the mystery." This revelation led me to figure out the mystery of the bruises on my thighs, which happen to line up exactly with my desk...

Hubby threatened that he is going to make me wear a helmet and knee, elbow and wrist pads (which I do own for when I go roller blading). Great, so I can look like that retarded puppet from Crank Yankers!

My Tequila Story

The other night while I was out with some friends, we were sharing drinking stories. And for those of you who know me, you know I have ALOT of drinking stories. My family could write a book. I told this story the other night and the group really seemed to enjoy it, so I will share it with you.

I was about 22 years old, bearly out of college and working as a Clubhouse Manager at a country club about 45 minutes west of my home town (I was living at home with the folks at the time). Most of the waitstaff were about my age and female, so we would go out after work a lot and have a couple of drinks. One night we went out to celebrate Sarah "Teabags" 21st birthday (her nickname is a WHOLE other story). I am more of a beer drinker and not so much of a hard liquor kind of girl and did not do shots very often. But it was Sarah Teabags 21st birthday, so we had to do tequila!

Needless to say, we stayed at the bar until it closed (which was 1am because it was a Wednesday night). Several of the girls offered for me to stay with them for the night, but I am stubborn, Irish and Polish and that made way to much sense for me to do that! So I headed home. The drive home is a pretty simple one, a straight shot down Route 2 (a small 4 lane highway).

Well, I got about 3 exits away from the exit for my town when I realized I had to pee, I mean REALLY bad. So I pulled over to the side of the road and headed halfway down a pretty steep embankment. I was still wearing my suit from work (a pantsuit). In my drunken state, for some reason, I felt that if I faced away from the steep hill I would pee on myself, so I turned and faced the hill and proceeded to pull down my pants and underwear. I got them down around my ankles and bent over and then the unthinkable happened... I began to fall down backwards through the brush. The next thing I remember (because its all a bit fuzzy) is opening my eyes and I am laying in a drainage ditch, covered in dirt, grass, rain water and my own piss.

Not really knowing how long I had been laying there or what had gone wrong with my peeing technique, I got up, climbed the steep hill and got back in my car and continued to drive home. When I got into town, I noticed that McDonalds was opened (that will give you a clue as to how long I must have been laying in a ditch on the side of the road with my pants around my ankles covered in my own piss) and decided to get a bite to eat. Don't worry, I'm not an idiot, I knew I was in no shape to go into Mickey D's so I just went through the drive thru. Yeah, the lady working the drive through knew me.

When I got home, my mother was sitting at the kitchen table drinking her coffee and smoking her morning cigarette. I sat down across from her and started to enjoy my delicious breakfast sandwich. "You're drunk!" she screamed at me. "Why yes, yes I am" I replied as I took another bite of my sandwich. She proceeded to rant on and on for I think another 10 minutes or so. Then she said, "Get upstairs and sleep it off!" I asked, "What time is it?" She said, "Quarter 'til 8" I started to laugh and got up. "Mom, I can't go to sleep, I have to take a shower and get to work"

Guilty

I have no idea why I feel so guilty. I opted to take these couple of weeks off before moving so I can start my new job fresh. Yet, I feel so guilty. Am I sick? Because of this guilt, I make sure I get up no later than 7:30am and I go to the gym, I have been cleaning and packing, even though hubby says to chill out and there is plenty of time. I make sure I have dinner ready when he comes home and the laundry is done. But I still feel like a slacker. Especially since I just took two weeks off during the holidays off because I had "quit" my last job, even though I did go back and work almost 2 more weeks this month because I knew the new job wouldn't start until the end of the month. So now I have 2 more weeks off to "relax" and visit with friends, while hubby struggles through his last two weeks of work. He hates his job so much.
I try to rationalize this by telling myself I will be working a lot at my new job, most likely 6 days a week at first and he will be with out a job until he finds something (I'm hoping quickly). I still can't help but feel guilty, ESPECIALLY seeing that I will be going out with friends tonight and tomorrow night (hubby is invited, but of course can't make it because he doesn't get out of work until late).
In fact, I should be doing something constructive right now, but am I? Nope. Just blogging away...

South Carolina Here We Come!

My interview went well at the country club in South Carolina. I finally heard back from them and they offer me the job late last week. Hubby and I drove up to the area and spent the weekend up there looking for a place to live. We plan on staying in an apartment for 6 - 8 months and then buying a home. The apartment we chose is less than 2 minutes from Parris Island and the complex has a lot of military there. The apartment is nice and larger than what we had. I am excited about having a large screened in porch so the kitties can sit outside.

I have to start the new job on January 30th, so it will be just a couple of weeks. I am really excited, but I think hubby is even more excited. He loves the area...

New Years Resolution #1: Stop Being a Clumsy Fool

Yeah...that resolution lasted about 1 hour and 20 minutes. Last night I had a great time. A friend of mine from Atlanta was in town and we went to his friends house for the ball drop and then went out to a club to go dancing. Needless to say, I enjoyed a little too much alcohol and my ass ended up on the floor. I guess when I fell I hit the stage with my left arm because this morning I woke up and it is all jacked up. I have a HUGE bruise that runs from my armpit to my forearm. How the hell do I do this shit to myself? And I am so pastey white that the bruise looks absolutely horrible. Hubby is afraid people are going to start thinking he beats me.

I need to really try not to fall as much in 2006, either that or start wearing a helmet and elbow and knee pads...