Sadness And Confusion And Weirdness. Oh My!

So, ok. I've been kinda feeling off. Josh's brother died on the 16th, and since then we've both been a little off. He was coming out of it a little, but then the funeral was the 23rd. So, we're both back to feeling off. I'm so glad Christmas is over, though. Maybe we can both come out of by New Year's Eve. 

I really wish I could have spent today with him. And I really wish I could spend next weekend wih him. -sigh-  This relationship keeps getting more and more complicated.  Maybe he will call me around midnight on NYE and we can "spend" midnight together. Of course, that's assuming he's off of work. I hate his schedule. The end. 

I'm going to pick up my second to last check tomorrow. Hopefully, I won't have to give the whole thing to my mom. She paid for the last of santa's gifts. I still have to get hair dye, an lbd, and my gifts to the girls. I'm going to get them each a stuffed toy, panda for Cam and giraffe for Jayde. Or maybe Camy would like an elephant instead. Idunno. I think I'll ask. Lol. 

The girls each got $30 Toys 'R' Us cards from the Eskews. That was extremely nice of them, since they aren't doing all that much better than we are. I haven't decided if I'm just gonna pick up their gifts or let them. Either way, it's gonna take forever. Har. I also have like $13 from last christmas for Camy. I'm thinking I'll do that and get something for the dollhouse. Yep. Yep. 

I've decided that I'm gonna write a script and send it to Kevin Smith.  Yep.  Lol. He hasn't written his new movie, yet. I know shit about hockey, but I can research.  Haha. Someone should probably let Mr. Smith know that a crazy girl from Lousiana will be penning HIT SOMEBODY for him. 

Yes, I am in a weird ass mood. So, there.  

Boy Crazy

And now there is Marty aka Mr. Tiger Woods. Not because he's a cheater, but because of his looks. His smile mostly. He isn't half Asian though. And guess who he was for Halloween ( I didn't know this before I gave him that nickname)? Tiger freaking Woods! And I just got the strangest feeling of Deja vu.

Vulnerability and Boys

I hate that overwhelmed feeling I sometimes get while working. The last two days I almost started crying at work. Thank goddess for Shaun. He got me through it quite nicely. But did I tell Josh about Shaun? Sorta kinda. I told him I made a fwiend at work, and when he asked for details, I changed the subject. Is that wrong? I'm thinking it's not. But I'm also wondering why I don't want him to know. Interesting. To be continued...

Beep! Beep! Beep!

ATTENTION EVERYONE! I have an IMPORTANT announcement to make.

Happy Birthday to me! That is all

Everything Is NOT What It Seems

I don't know how many of you don't know, yet, but I got a job. I will start on Black Friday. Yes, this is crazy, but it's when they need me. Whenever I go on Monday, that is when training will begin. Where? Oh right. At Macy's. Yes, I will working for the big red star. I am in recovery. Well, until the 6th. On the 6th, I will become a Men's Department Associate. At least that's how I understood it. Now, I may have heard it wrong. It may just be Friday and Saturday that I'm working recovery. Either way, it's a paycheck. But I have a month to prove myself so that I can stay on and become a regular employee. It shouldn't be too too hard because they all liked me a lot it seemed. I had ALL the right answers the other day. For once, I was cool and confident instead of cockyish. I had to sell myself, and I finally figured out how. At any rate, I have something more for my resume. Oh. Hours. 6-close, which will be 6-midnight soon enough. I am working a day shift Friday and Saturday, however. THAT could be interesting.

Surprise, Surprise

Got a job today. That is all. Details tomorrow. Headache right now.

Well, Isn't THIS Interesting?

What is it about him calling me "suze" that instantly melts me? Anytime he says it I'm just left in a puddle going, "whatever you want, dear." And I'm pretty sure he knows this because he does it quite often. We were fake fighting about snuggies the other day and he says something that ended with "suze" and I was like "ok, you win". It's that simple. But it's only him. Anybody else calls me that and they get "the look". Lol. Nobody had called me that in years until he did. They all knew better. It's the same with "Susie", which, thankfully he hasn't done yet. Not sure how I'll react. Oh, who am I kidding? I'll probably melt then, too. I ain't wrapped around his pinky or anything...

525,600 Minutes

Reason# 375825 Why Josh Rocks:

Josh: Whatcha doing?
Me: Enjoying a pain free minute.
Josh: Good good
Me: nvm. That just ended
Josh: Poopy
Me: -whimpers- make it stop!
Aleve hasn't kicked in yet.
Josh: Wish I could :/
Me: I can't even sleep
I am not amused
Josh: I'm sorry suze
Me: Who would have thought that the console from a 2008 dodge avenger could be so dangerous?
Josh: Be careful
Me: Yeah ish too late for that advice

Dancing in the Moonlight

"I could really grow to like you. It's a shame you're way over there, since I sure as hell am not moving anywhere, and you're in the situation you're in". -swoon- That is all.

We're Just a Couple of Misfits

Enamored. Twitterpated. Lovestruck. Infatuated. Smitten. No matter how you spin it, I am becoming more and more head over heels everyday. The more we talk to more I want to talk. My head spins after every phonecall. I smile during every texting session. I grin like a schoolgirl at the thought of him. And I'd like to keep him forever because it's not often you find somebody willing to do anything for you. Somebody who calls you "doll". Somebody who wants to rescue you just as much as you want rescuing. He can't give me the world. And I wouldn't want him to. I want to be his world. And have him be mine and just be happy being "poor". This is what "ever after" is made of. I haven't ever felt like this before. And it is ah-maazing!