Jumping off the deep end

I’m still here!  Although I have been a very bad girl lately and not written here in over a month.  However, all that is about to change in a very big way.  First let me catch you up on what’s been going on here in the deep South.

After my last post I took a one week vacation from work and spent it with Teacher.  He had a couple of gigs in Florida and I had a wonderful time with him.  Also during that week my parents came and helped my sister move out of the house.  She’s now two states away and we are all very thankful for that.  I do lover her, and I miss Little Bubba something awful, but it was past time for us to go our separate ways.

After I got back from my vacation I found that the Preacher had taken all of the appliances.  Yes.  ALL of them, including the refrigerator.  Warm beer sucks.  As far as food goes, canned foods and pop tarts can only be tolerated for so long.  That was not fun, especially since I soon discovered that my sister had taken both of the can openers with her.  That Bitch.

So a week after living off of Pop Tarts and Spaghetti Os (I actually had to use a knife and hammer to open the can), Teacher and his friend, Artist, decided that it was time for me to just go ahead and move.  Oh, and it didn’t help things that my sister went off without paying the water bill, which I had given her the money for, and it was about to be turned off along with the electricity.  So after very little thought I decided that they were right and he came the following Saturday to come and pick me up.

During all of this I was stressing over what to do about my job.  Bossman had threatened a long time ago that if I turned in my notice and he found a replacement before my time was up, then he would just have to go ahead and let me go.  In light of that I decided to just wait and not give him any notice.  One part of me hated doing that to him, but another part didn’t care because I was too afraid that he would just let me go anyway and then I’d be completely stuck with no job, no car, and no power/water at the house.  So I don’t feel too bad about sending him a text right before leaving work that Saturday explaining that it was my last day and why.


“Dreams, dreams always dreams with you, never common sense.”


Ok, on to more important stuff.  The original plan was for me to stay with Teacher until I found a new job and a new apartment.  Unfortunately, I didn’t find a job right away, and then the apartment that I had picked out got rented to someone else.  Everything really does happen for a reason though.  A couple of weeks ago Teacher and I decided that finding a place together wasn’t such a bad idea.  We were enjoying spending more time together and combining our resources would benefit both of us.

I started searching for a place for us to rent.  I found a couple of great places, but nothing seemed to be working out.  Then we heard about an apartment for rent and set up a time to go look at it.  The property management lady (PML) was very nice and showed us a couple of places, and when we asked if she had anything else she said yes.  We followed her to the house (yes! a house!) and when she turned in the driveway, we both looked at each other and laughed.  It’s two houses down from where our friend CoolGal is moving into this weekend.  Plus the house was adorable!

It’s a little craftsman style cottage that’s the perfect size for us.  It’s also just been renovated.  We told PML that we had to think about it.  An hour later we were in her office filling out the paperwork.

il_570xN.254792568While we were there I mentioned to her that I didn’t have a job yet, and she asked what kind of work I do.  I told her and later that week I started working for her.  Yay!

Oh, wait…one more thing.  In between all of this craziness I started a new website that covers local music and art events, and I have somehow become a bit of a socialite in my new hometown, which is awesome.  I started it mainly because I was bored.  That’s just what I do.  Next thing I knew, two days later, I had over 600 likes on its Facebook page.  Weird.  A week later at a big social gathering, people were coming up to me saying, “You’re the girl from that website.”  Of course I did a double take at first.  A flash of terror crossed my mind as I thought that they were talking about this one.  Then I realized what they were actually talking about.  Whew.

Damn.  One more thing.  I made a deal with Teacher that for every chapter I finish on my book, he will write/perform/record an original song.  The plan is to keep each other motivated in pursuing our dreams.  So I may not be writing on here quite as much, but I will definitely be working toward my goal of finishing my book very soon.  And since I’ll have my very own quiet little office in our cute little house, I have no more excuses.

So, I think that gets us caught up.

Happy humping & write on!


Supermoons, bitches, and wheelchairs

montrealWow.  What a month.  First of all, Bulldog quit.  Bulldog was the guy who replaced Hamster about a month and a half ago.  I can’t say I was too surprised to find out that he had found a better job and was moving on.  I also can’t blame him.  Hopefully I’ll be following him out soon.  Secondly, Bossman hired another guy who quit the day before he was scheduled to start.  Lastly, I found out this week that yet another new hire turned in his notice.  He started on Monday.  Bossman is not having the best of luck when it comes to keeping employees.  Sadly to say, for him at least, I will be leaving soon too.

I had a second interview with that company, but still haven’t heard anything.  I’m still checking out other job leads in the mean time.  Also, I thought I had found a cheaper apartment, which would have allowed me to move sooner, but that fell through.  It’s ok though, because that first apartment is still available. 🙂  Now if I can just save enough cash for the rent & deposit I should be ready to move.

Speaking of saving cash…my sister told me Monday that she’s moving next week.  The Preacher is coming down to help her move.  All I can say is thank God!  She’s been driving me crazy.  The house is a disaster area, her dogs brought fleas into the house (and they only seem to bite me and Little Bubba, not my sister), and between paying the power and water bills by myself I haven’t had any money left over to save for my move.

I got a call yesterday about another job prospect.  I’ve got an interview on Monday.  Maybe I’ll actually get this one.  In the mean time I’m taking advantage of having a week of paid vacation.  I scheduled it over a month ago in the hopes that Teacher and I would get to go somewhere.  It turns out that he’s Continue reading

Married Manwhore: Not so different from single Manwhore

imagesLast Sunday I received an email from Manwhore.  It said, “I’m in Mississippi…You wanna see me tonight?”  Two hours later when I had not replied, he sent me another email.  It said, “You could at least email me back…my number is ***-***-**** now…new number.”   I still did not reply.

How is it that a man, barely married six months, can so easily cheat on his wife – the so-called “love of his life”?  Well, I know how.  He’s a douche-bag of epic proportions.  Actually I’m very proud of myself for even saying that.  There was a time when I was in total denial about that, but no more.  Also, I’m not trying to harp on Manwhore, or keep dredging up the past, but when he refuses to stop contacting me it becomes difficult.

Since he decided to be a cheating whoring dick and email me last weekend, I checked out his Facebook profile.  Of course I was not surprised by what I found.  Two weeks ago he posted, “I just wanna tell my wife that I Love Her and Miss her so much…I can’t wait till June 5th when you get moved down in our New House…”  That is just a prime example of Manwhore being his true self.  Telling his wife how much he loves & misses her one day, and then trying to fuck me the next.  God only knows how many women he’ll fuck before June 5th.

rottenecard_83664540_2cg7fdfh22Should I feel sorry for her?  Nope.  Why not?  Because she knows exactly what kind of lying cheating whore he is, and yet she still married him.  Who knows?  Maybe she’s the same way and is just as much of a whore as he is.  Nah…she’s just a gold-digger.

I’m not sure what the point of this point started out being, but I started it one morning this past week and now it’s Saturday morning and I’ve lost my train of thought.  Mainly because I just got some great news this week.  I got a callback for that job that I interviewed for on Tuesday!  Yay!  They asked me to come back in this coming Tuesday to interview with the managers.  Sounds to me like I’ve actually got a chance of getting the job. 🙂

Also, after my interview last Tuesday, I went and looked at an apartment that is only one block away from that company’s office!  It would be so perfect.  I could walk to work, and it’s just my style…a little bohemian mixed with a little urban, oh, and it’s right above the bar/restaurant where Teacher performs a lot!  How perfect is that!  LOL

even-though-highly-educated-graduation-ecard-someecardsToday I’m at work counting down the hours until Teacher comes to whisk me away.  Oh, I almost forgot to tell you about Bossman.  Last weekend he had a motorcycle accident and has been in the hospital all week.  He’s home now, but he’s still recovering from a lot of broken bones.  I have no idea when he’ll be able to come back to work.  I’m glad he’s going to recover, but unfortunately his accident and recovery time is going to make my leaving even more difficult.  It’s not going to hinder my leaving;  it will just make me feel a little guilty leaving my job knowing that they are going to be short-handed.  However, I can’t pass up an opportunity this good, and I sure as hell am not going to miss out on being with Teacher and on getting that apartment.  🙂

So hopefully by next week I’ll be able to give you some great news about the job and the apartment.  So keep your fingers, toes & penises crossed for me!

Happy humping!


Memorial Day Musings

roseSo here I am at work, contemplating life’s wonderfulness and thanking the universe for sending me Teacher, and in walks Car Wash Guy.  In between contemplating and daydreaming, I was also doing some work for Bossman (who I’m not happy with right now, but I’ll explain that later).  So I was able to ignore CWG for a few minutes, but eventually he asked me a question about a camera and I had no choice but to acknowledge his presence.  After he asked me about the camera he quietly asked if I had changed my number.  I told him that I had and it was because I got a new phone from Bossman.

Then CWG said something odd.  He said, “I got my divorce.  She cleaned me out.”  Wait.  What?  I don’t remember him being married.  I’m pretty sure I would have remembered that.  When I questioned him about the married part he said, “Yeah, I told you I was in the middle of a divorce.”  Well, ok, whatever.  However, I swear I don’t remember him telling me any such thing.

He asked if I still had his number.  I lied and said I didn’t.  It’s probably still in my phone, because I’m too lazy to delete numbers.  So when he asked for my number I told him that I was seeing someone.  He quickly said, “Oh, ok, I’m sorry.”  Then he pretty much just left.  Thank God.

As I said, I had been contemplating and daydreaming before CWG came in.  So after he left I Continue reading

Locked out of heaven: How I know when I’m in love

Music-is-Love-music-1123041_768_576Teacher and I have dated for about a month and a half now, and since it’s been a crazy few weeks I thought I should do a recap of what’s been going on.

Two weeks ago I helped Teacher move into his new place and had a wonderful weekend hanging out with him.  On Sunday night we were in his room, bringing stuff in, and he stopped me and told me he loved me.  I was surprised, but it wasn’t totally unexpected.  As I was leaving one night the week before, I thought I heard him let it slip out, but I wasn’t sure so I didn’t say anything.  It was one of those quick “love you, bye” type things.  Like I said, I wasn’t sure so I acted like I didn’t hear anything.

After that night I started thinking about it and couldn’t stop.  I kept wondering if I just really liked him and was mistaking it for something more, or if I was just getting ahead of myself, of if I just really wanted it to be love.  Self-doubt is a bitch.  All week I wondered if I should say it first or wait for him to say it, because what if he didn’t feel the same way…what if he’d think I was rushing things…what if…oh damn…too many “what ifs” to worry about.  I decided to just wait and see what happened.  Then he went and said it first, and he didn’t say it in bed!  Brownie points for Teacher! 😉

pkdividerA little over a week ago I was headed out of town to see Teacher perform at a local pub.  I was running late because my sister didn’t approve of my first three outfits, but I had to stop and get gas before leaving town.  When I was about ten miles out of town, I heard an awful clicking noise.  I let down my window and then I heard a really loud pop.  My car then lost all power and I had to drift off to the side of the highway.  Fortunately it was not quite dark yet, but it was getting dark fast and about to storm, and I couldn’t even turn my flashers on.

Besides being late, stuck on the side of the road, and about to be caught in a storm, my window wouldn’t roll back up.  I called AAA, but unfortunately I forgot to renew my membership, so I was screwed.  Then I remembered that my sister had AAA, so I called her.  She was not amused by my plea for help, but she did offer to let me call AAA myself and pretend to be her so that they could come and tow me back to town.  She’s so thoughtful.

So I called them and they said that they would send a tow truck “as soon as possible.”  I hate that phrase.  When AAA says that, it usually means you’ll be sitting there sweating your ass off for a few hours.  So I called my sister back and told her that it might be a while, and could she come and meet me there since I was in the dark and about to be in the rain on the side of the road.  She agreed, and off sis and Little Bubba went to rescue me.

While I was waiting on my rescuers to arrive, I sent Teacher a text telling him that I wasn’t going to make it and he immediately called me to see if I was alright.  I explained the situation and said I’d talk to him the next day.  After we hung up he sent me a text saying that he missed me.  I replied, “I miss you too.  Sing one for me. ;)”  His reply was pretty awesome.  He said, “I’ll sing all of them for you!”

They arrived about a half hour later while I was sitting in my car playing Candy Crush on my new iPhone (courtesy of Bossman).  After sitting in the truck with them for another half hour, AAA finally called me back and said that they couldn’t find a tow truck for me, and they asked if I could wait until the morning.  I didn’t really have much choice, so I agreed.  I got everything I could out of the car, locked it up (yes, even though the window was half way down I still locked it), and we went back home.

pkdividerOver the last few weeks I’ve received messages from Manwhore, Golfer, EB and others trying to talk me into meeting them for a little “fun.”  Flattery is often my weakness, as you’ve probably noticed.  This time it was just nice to hear, but didn’t make me want to see any of them.  I even received a very nice message on Facebook from Thord on Sunday.  Last week I changed my Facebook status from “single” to “in a relationship with [Teacher]” and I guess Thord noticed.

His message said, “You could have just said you were dating someone.  😉  I wouldn’t have kept bugging you so much!”  I told him that he wasn’t bugging me at all.  In fact I hadn’t heard from him in two weeks.  Then he said, “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t jealous. lol”  Now this is the kicker…he said, “Like… I feel like I had a delicious bite of ice cream, the best there is, then the place went out of business and discontinued the ice cream.  So sad!  Well, you have my number and my Facebook, and I hope that if you ever want to talk you will.  You’re an amazing woman and I hope that we can at least be friends.  I’ll do my best not to try and steal you away.  Oh, and just so you know. You really were absolutely amazing.”

How freaking sweet is he?!  Out of all the men I’ve dated in the past, he’s the one who deserves to find a great woman to be with.  I hope he finds her sooner than later, and that he doesn’t turn into a womanizing jackass like so many of the others I’ve dated.  Maybe it’s just his youth, or his shy nature, but I like to think that he’s just really a nice guy.

pkdividerSo how do I know when I’m in love?  Well, I usually don’t know until I’ve had my heart broken.  This time is different though.  When he looks at me, when he sneaks my name into a song, when he sings “I want to rock your gypsy soul”, when he holds me tight, when I can’t stop thinking about him, when I find myself worrying about him, but mostly, it’s when I have no desire to be with any other man…when their flattering words just make me smile and nothing more, then my thoughts wander back to him…that’s how I know.

Happy humping!