I'm really bad at blogging.

Or blogging on this platform. My tumblr is a party house.

I don't know what it is. I'll think of good ideas, stories, things that I think are funny, and tell myself that I'll blog it on here when I get a chance. And every time I actually have a chance, I avoid it. Or forget. Sometimes I'll even get on here, start typing it up and hate how it sounds or only get a paragraph out and decide that I hate it and scrap it.

I think it's time that I admit that I'm horrible at blogging here.

And I am, I'm admitting it.

I'm thinking about doing an online talk/radio show. I've always wanted my own radio show so this is my attempt it.

Let's hope that it goes better than this blogging thing. I think it will. It'll be more of a scheduled thing than something that I tell myself to get to when I have a chance.

I'll be back here. I'm not totally giving up.

I'm five at heart.

This past week was my best friend's birthday. She's finally not a teenager anymore! Realizing how old she is makes me feel super old even though we're only ten months apart. Oddly enough, she has two half sisters who also have the same birthday. I remember when they were born and I used to play with them when they were babies. I feel fossil like when I realize how old they are. But that's besides the point. I went with them to the Adventuredome for their birthday, which is a giant indoor theme park that has silly clown shows that I avoid like the plague. The clown shows, not the theme park.

The whole time we were there, on every ride, my best friend and I would scream at the top of our lungs for the entire length of the ride. You know, like you used to when you were little and just getting used to the adrenaline rush. Her little sisters each shared a look of embarrassment at our crazy screaming and I sort of had an epiphany. 

When I was thirteen I would get embarrassed over the smallest things. And my parents would always tell me not to worry about it because when I was older it wouldn't have mattered and I wouldn't even care.

I didn't believe them but I when I hit sixteen-seventeen I stopped caring about what other people thought of me. And in the Adventuredome, my best friend and I acted like we were five and we didn't care what anybody thought. Even her sisters.

On quick, update like notes, I'm finally a licensed driver! Sidewalks beware! I also saw the Hunger Games premier last night! I'll do a review sometime this weekend. I also have a list of books you might want to check out if you're in need of a book to read. For tonight, I'm reading comic books. :)

Adios!

Boyfriend jeans make the world a better place

For the first time since, probably since I got married but I'm not exactly sure, I actually took a day off. Usually on my days off I fill up with errands and other things I need to get done and I run myself crazy and then it's right back to work.

I'm not really sure why but I didn't today. I didn't have anything planned except to sleep and learn how to parallel park. 

After I mastered the super complexity of the art of parallel parking my husband and I went to a park, just to get out. So I took him to the park that was built behind the house I grew up in. For some reason I've been feeling real nostalgic lately. When I was fourteen-fifteen I would go to that park every Saturday morning, I would even wake up early for it, to play football with a couple guys for most of the day. At one point one of the guys I played with broke his ankle an then the next week I fractured my growth plate in my ankle. It didn't stop us from playing and the week after that you could find both of us gimps running in the field hoping we didn't get tackled too hard. I actually miss them and I really miss playing football. It's weird to think that all that happened just five years ago. I feel almost like it was a different lifetime. 

I still remember when that park was built and when the mayor came to "officially" open it. Then I watched as it slowly turned into Fight Club central and needed a marshal to drive past it every few hours to make sure things were on the up and up.

I really need to start taking more days off. I feel so relaxed, more relaxed than I've felt in days. 

It's going to go back to craziness tomorrow but on my days off, it's going to be my boyfriend jeans and relaxing. 

Books, trucks, moves and other adult like things

Hello everybody! I'm back! :) Not that many of you missed me but I like to pretend. It's been almost a month since I last posted and so much has happened since then I'm surprised it's only March 13th. I feel like I should be in April already.

Russell and I decided to forget about his conditional release to go active duty. We sent the release in, in December and we still haven't heard anything. I know, I know, "hurry up and wait," but I can only put my entire life on hold for so long. So we decided to just stay and finish his contract in the Guard. Once that is up though we're definitely considering resigning active. And on an Army note, one of my best friends since middle school had decided he was going to join the Army. Hooah! I'm super excited for him. Now I just need to start working on finding friends who are SO's to these Army friends of mine or else I'm going to be home alone all the time with nothing to do!

At work I've been moved over to the night shift. Which is a big part in why I'm not really blogging anymore. (For anybody on Tumblr, my Tumblr has suffered greatly.) I'm still adjusting to the night shift. Back in high school I used to be able to stay up until 6AM after school and everything on Friday and be able to sleep until 5PM on Saturday easily. Now that I'm required to do it for my job I can't sleep to save my life. I'll get off and sleep for five hours and be up for the rest of the day. I can't help it. My body won't go back to sleep.  Then about an hour before I'm supposed to leave for work I'll start to get tired again and then, for whatever reason, I end up going to work with a headache. I've been getting sick lately and I think it's from all the sleep I'm not getting.

On the plus side though, at work I started a book club! Well, kinda. It's not like my co-workers and I meet once a month and talk about the same book. And it's really only with me and another co-worker. (even though I did successfully get most of my co-workers to read the Hunger Games trilogy.) But I read books and then I'll tell her to read them and we'll talk about it as she's reading them. Plus we have a notebook for comments on nights we don't work together. Even though it's only the two of us it's a lot of fun. And thanks to my little book club I've been able to read a lot lately. In fact, if anybody asked me for a good book I could give them a list. And that's exactly how I like things to be. :)

Oh! And I'm moving up in the adult world. I finally have my own truck! It's blue, doesn't have an annoying extended bed, has a kick ass stereo system, and it's just lovely. I'm going to get a three inch lift on it. I'm really excited.

I wasn't blogging when I had to find and move into the apartment I'm in now. But if I was, there probably would have been a lot of angry, rant like, stressed out posts about how moving out and finding a place to live in the biggest pain in the butt you'll ever go through. Assuming that you haven't been married already.

When we moved into this apartment last year we never intended it to be for longer than a year. I had no idea where any of us would be right now last year but we all knew that it wouldn't be signing a new lease here.

And I was right. I'm not a huge fan of this apartment to begin with. Mainly because it's an apartment. I want a house where I can have a puppy and a yard that I can take my laptop out and sit on a nice outdoor lounge chair instead of a little table set I have on my balcony. I want bigger rooms so I don't feel like everything is crowded and so I don't have a dinning room/office. Plus I could pay the same amount rent on a house out here that I'm paying in rent for my apartment. Give or take a hundred dollars. So I'm back on the hunt for a house, or a townhouse, maybe even a nice condo. Unfortunately, everything done these days is done at the last minute. So when you're talking to somebody about moving in they're like "Oh, so you want to move in next weekend?" and you're sorta like "Uhm, no, in about a month and a half. I gotta finish out my lease at the other place." So they're like "Oh, well I can't guarantee the rent price for then. It might change. I can only guarantee it for three days." Or at least, that was the problem I had with moving into an apartment. Which would probably explain why I was so stressed out and ready to rip my hair out. I already talked to a townhouse complex and the lady I spoke with was already a thousand times nicer to work with when it came to moving dates than the apartment complexes were. So I'm optimistic about this. Keep your fingers crossed!

Later gators!

Oh! And I'm thinking about trying to do an open mic comedy night at a local bar. Let's hope I'm as funny as I think I am!

Roadtrip adventure!

Can you spot Elvis?!  On Wendesday night one best friend Patrick asked me to go to California with him because he was buying a jeep from a guy out there. They were leaving almost right after I got off work on Thursday morning so I was in. We stopped at Peggy Sue's 50's dinner (where we're at in the picture) that is in Yermo, California to eat. I've always wanted to stop there every time I've made the drive to California. The food is amazing. The waitresses are even dressed in old-fashioned fifties wear. They have a pizza parlor and an ice cream parlor in the same building as the restaurant, which is all decked out in fifties memorabilia. Do you know those little booths that has a fortune teller inside them? You stick a dollar out, the fortune tellers waves his hands over a crystal ball and your fortune is put on a piece of paper and comes out? They have an Elvis one there. So cute! They also had this little diner-saur park out in the back which was like a little park which statues of dinosaurs and King Kong and there was even a zombie and a poor guy trying to swing across one of the ponds there. They also had real ducks which you could buy food for inside their little dino shop. I went a little crazy in the shop and bought a bunch of cute little souvenirs.

We played this car game where you have to go through the alphabet and name things that you see that begin with the letter you're on. Unless you see your letter on a license plate, if your letter is anywhere on a license plate you get it. It's harder than you think. At one point all four of us were stuck on Q. X, Y, and Z were a pain in the butt too.

When we got there we had some time to kill so we went down to Santa Monica Beach. The weather was beautiful. A nice change from the freezewave Vegas was experiencing. We rode the Ferris Wheel on the  pier, mostly because the roller coaster was closed. But whatever, it was still awesome.

We didn't get back until a little after one in the morning. And after going for thirty-one hours straight I was ready for bed. I used to think traffic in Vegas was bad. After dealing with the craziness on the 405 I was ready to stab my eyeballs out.

I had a blast though. I never really get to get away from my little work routine in Vegas so it was really nice to get away.

Next time, it's Universal Studios!

Bookworm alert!

I'm really excited about this book. It's been a really long time since I've been able to talk about a book that was so amazing that I've barely had words to describe it. I used to be able to give a list of books to anybody who asked for a good book to read. Lately though, I haven't been reading much. I'm not really sure why. Maybe it's because every time I go into the book store I feel like the book section got overrun by Vampires. Not gonna lie, I'm kinda over it.

But I saw the preview for the Hunger Games when I went to go see Sherlock Holmes, (or One for the Money, or some other movie I saw recently) and I was like "oh! what is that all about?!" I already knew it was a book so I added to my my mental list of books I want to read but will probably forget about the second I step into a book store. Except my husband has already read the whole series so he started pushing it. He said he knew I would love it.

He was right. I finished the book yesterday and OH MY LORD. I can't even begin to describe how amazing it is.

So there are twelve districts and each district must give a girl and boy tribute to play the Hunger Games each year. So these kids are thrown into an arena where they have to figure out how to survive and how to not end up getting killed by another tribute. Only one can be the victor.

It's an amazing book. I'm really excited to start reading the next one. I'm also really looking forward to seeing the movie when it comes out!

So, have you read any good books lately?

Update! Update!

Anybody remember the Little Caesar's commercials?  Probably not, I haven't seen one in years. But when I was trying to think of a name for this blog post, (something I'm always terrible at and constantly battle with every time I want to post) I decided to keep it simple. The Little Caesar's pizza commercial popped into my head. I couldn't tell you how or why but it was only the ending I remembered and it was their little mascot who runs onto the screen at the end and says "Pizza! Pizza!" so you get "Update! Update!"

So that's how you get today's blog post's title. Not that you really cared but I thought I'd give you a little glimpse into how weird my mind works.

My husband and I decided to not move. When we first talked to the apartment complex about moving and they told us the ridiculous transfer fee but said we could work out payments for it since it is ridiculously high. I mean ridiculous. I was moving two buildings over. I didn't even pay that much to move into the apartment I'm in now to begin with. So I put some down to hold the apartment for us and we had to work out the other fees, and we'd be moving on the first.

Then it kinda hit me that I really didn't want to move. I didn't want to deal with packing up everything and moving, even if it was two buildings over. Then my husband's brother started talking to us about possibly moving in and I just threw the whole idea how the window. He hasn't made a final decision yet but we're staying here for another month to sort of give him the time to think and get his stuff situated.

We're still waiting for my husband's release and it's making me nervous. We were told it would be here by next drill when we sent it out last month. That was around the time of our wedding. It should have been here when we got back from our honeymoon. It wasn't. And it still isn't three weeks later.

Hurry up and wait, right?

Kenzie has officially left for basic. Her room is now an office which is also holds the cage of our new bunny! We got him on Wednesday. He's a little baby with black and white fur. I want to name him Hopper because he's so cute when he hops. My husband swears up and down that he will never call our bunny Hopper and will just refer to him as "bunny." I've been trying to figure out a name that my husband like so I don't have to hear "hey bunny!" all the time. But Hopper is sort of sticking to me. My husband may just have to deal with it.

I've gotten a couple of phone calls from Kenzie since she left. She's doing good. She got all her shots and she says her arms hurt like hell. She sounds good though. She likes it out there. I couldn't be happier for her but I miss her like crazy. I'm not used to not having her right down the hall from me yet. Even if I did turn her room into an office two days after she left.

I hope everybody else has been having a good week! Adios.