TITTY!!!
Although, I must admit, I do not personally know how cold a witches titty is, therefore I can't totally know for sure if the current weather condition that I'm experiencing, is, indeed, colder than that.
What I CAN be sure of is that on Friday afternoon it was a brisk average of 40 degrees....
and then the very next day... it got to -30 degrees.
Help me out here, is there anywhere else that God forgot when he created the world where it can change 70 degrees in less than 48 hours. Especially, when it involves going negative....
It just blows
and I actually mean that literally... the wind is insanely cold. It just burns and hurts your face it's so cold.
So what do I do on such a cold effin weekend... I find stuff to do outside.
Hey, I'm trying to force my body to adapt. And by force I mean torture.
And then, I got a migraine.
So I came inside and pretended that my house was actually finished and started making plans for it.
You may ask how I did this when I'm not standing in my house, but rather lounging in the apartment, and if you are asking, you obviously haven't heard of pinterest. Which I love. I think it would love me back if it could, cause I give it a lot of attention and I "like" just about everything it does... I'm supportive that way.
So spent the afternoon looking through ways to do a DIY backyard with the following aspects:
fire pit
amphitheater seating
square foot gardening
matched with terraced gardening
LOTS of veggies
Lots of plants that keep bugs away
ways to keep water without wasting
in a word
PRETTY
or...
PRODUCTIVE....
either way... awesome
So yeah, we went through that today
yesterday was the gun show, shopping, and other randomness....
Oh yeah we grew up yesterday
we went and bought our very own washer and dryer
wahoo
and we're broke....
it was hella expensive
thank God he didn't go for the front loaders or we would REALLY be broke right now,...
We got a good deal, not what we went in for, we we're going for the old fashioned whatever for about 1200 with service warranties .. we walked out spending TWICE that. Thankfully, we had the cash to do it. Savings from his parents that are earmarked for the following: Washer, dryer, refrigerator, gun safe, bedroom set, and living room set. Well, thanks to my awesome saving of stuff over the years, we have the living room set (we can wait and save for a new couch), I already have a fridge, and the bedroom set is being gathered as we go. So yeah. we had the cash to "blow" as it were on one aspect of our purchase.
Still, I have a hard time spending so much. We did some research on the set and found that the price we got was 30% less than normal pricing elsewhere, with a quicker delivery date.
Plus if we decide we don't like it and want to go with something else we can change it back within thirty days and only pay the $79 set up and installation. so there is that going for us.
Other than that, not much else going on besides freezing...
xoxo
L
Sunday, January 20, 2013
Sunday, January 13, 2013
road kill... it's fresh
the discussion today was over roadkill and being what A called "city-fied"
If I told you, that today, we picked up a pheasant from the side of the road, brought it home, cleaned it and ate it... what would you think???
we didn't.
for the obvious reason that I gag just on touching said Pheasant... it was beautiful. I just wanted to pluck out those beautiful feathers.
Here's how it happened.
We drove out to the kennels to see our furry children. I miss them, like a lot, so I like to go visit when I can to hang out and pet them and have A play with Cookie via laser light....
Nothing on the road... that is covered in snow....
On the way back their was a pheasant on the side of the road... back tail feather straight up in the air... it was a beautiful bird when it was alive. So I say, I can do this, I want those feathers, it died without me killing it... I can get those feathers. A turned the car around and I jumped out into two feet of snow and trekked about 15 feet down a slope to the bird. The bird was shot! It was dead, obviously, and it took me about a minute to figure out that it was shot (pellet gun style) while flying past a house out onto the road... keep in mind, it's not pheasant season anymore and we were out in the boonies (which isn't hard to get to out here) so someone was going to come get it. Regardless, I went to pull the feathers out, and they were soooo soft and so warm.. which was really trippy cause it was FREEZING outside. but what was REALLY scary was that it wasn't hard yet, no rigor mortise had set it and those feathers weren't budging.... I flipped and could hear A laughing in the truck... and I ran back to the truck and squirted hand sanitizer all over my hands.
thus began the conversation, if we had done that would it be road kill or would it be freshly killed game??
I know I don't want to eat such a beautiful creature to begin with, but beyond that, I'm too "cityfied" to eat anything off the side of the road...
A is conflicted cause he would excuse it as freshly killed game....
If I told you, that today, we picked up a pheasant from the side of the road, brought it home, cleaned it and ate it... what would you think???
we didn't.
for the obvious reason that I gag just on touching said Pheasant... it was beautiful. I just wanted to pluck out those beautiful feathers.
Here's how it happened.
We drove out to the kennels to see our furry children. I miss them, like a lot, so I like to go visit when I can to hang out and pet them and have A play with Cookie via laser light....
Nothing on the road... that is covered in snow....
On the way back their was a pheasant on the side of the road... back tail feather straight up in the air... it was a beautiful bird when it was alive. So I say, I can do this, I want those feathers, it died without me killing it... I can get those feathers. A turned the car around and I jumped out into two feet of snow and trekked about 15 feet down a slope to the bird. The bird was shot! It was dead, obviously, and it took me about a minute to figure out that it was shot (pellet gun style) while flying past a house out onto the road... keep in mind, it's not pheasant season anymore and we were out in the boonies (which isn't hard to get to out here) so someone was going to come get it. Regardless, I went to pull the feathers out, and they were soooo soft and so warm.. which was really trippy cause it was FREEZING outside. but what was REALLY scary was that it wasn't hard yet, no rigor mortise had set it and those feathers weren't budging.... I flipped and could hear A laughing in the truck... and I ran back to the truck and squirted hand sanitizer all over my hands.
thus began the conversation, if we had done that would it be road kill or would it be freshly killed game??
I know I don't want to eat such a beautiful creature to begin with, but beyond that, I'm too "cityfied" to eat anything off the side of the road...
A is conflicted cause he would excuse it as freshly killed game....
windshield wipers UP, UP and awwwwaaaayyyy
Ok that's a little lame but something I just learned.
Well not -just- just learned but I learned on Friday when our "blizzard" was on it's lovely way in...
btw- nothing really happened, almost no snow actually stuck so it was whatever... but it looked pretty bad during the morning hours which is when I learned this little trick
So I'm at my desk tinkering around with normal work stuff when one of the Pam's (there are like 4 Pam's on my floor) says that she saw someone with Minnesota plates with their wipers up. small talk later she's on the phone with a friend in MN asking why they do that... and then informs the group.
APPARENTLY
If it's going to be witch titty cold outside WHILE snowing... they do that so the wipers don't freeze ONTO the windshield.
This is a problem. Because when you try to use the wipers all you get is smeared ice and it's bad... especially when visibility is already low...
SO
there's a tip when you're in COLD weather with a need to drive...
thought that was a good thing to document here.
even though it wasn't unnecessary since we were lied to about this "blizzard"... was supposed to snow between 8-10 inches but no.... we got nothing.
We went and bought a bunch of groceries and stressed out making a menu for next week on a thursday night, so we planned from Friday to next weekend... for what... for nothing.... cause we could've just gone out to do shopping on sunday like we have been... but no.... the weather LIED to us... we got nothing except ice and cold... and then we did the whole throw hot water in the air and watch it turn into instant fog... it was crazy....
more later
Well not -just- just learned but I learned on Friday when our "blizzard" was on it's lovely way in...
btw- nothing really happened, almost no snow actually stuck so it was whatever... but it looked pretty bad during the morning hours which is when I learned this little trick
So I'm at my desk tinkering around with normal work stuff when one of the Pam's (there are like 4 Pam's on my floor) says that she saw someone with Minnesota plates with their wipers up. small talk later she's on the phone with a friend in MN asking why they do that... and then informs the group.
APPARENTLY
If it's going to be witch titty cold outside WHILE snowing... they do that so the wipers don't freeze ONTO the windshield.
This is a problem. Because when you try to use the wipers all you get is smeared ice and it's bad... especially when visibility is already low...
SO
there's a tip when you're in COLD weather with a need to drive...
thought that was a good thing to document here.
even though it wasn't unnecessary since we were lied to about this "blizzard"... was supposed to snow between 8-10 inches but no.... we got nothing.
We went and bought a bunch of groceries and stressed out making a menu for next week on a thursday night, so we planned from Friday to next weekend... for what... for nothing.... cause we could've just gone out to do shopping on sunday like we have been... but no.... the weather LIED to us... we got nothing except ice and cold... and then we did the whole throw hot water in the air and watch it turn into instant fog... it was crazy....
more later
Friday, January 11, 2013
Canadians
Keep in mind this is just my basic knowledge so far and AS ALWAYS my opinion, none of this is encouragement for the use of this social program or anything that is going to make my job suck....
And I'm not talking about the people, well yes I am but I'll get to that in a minute.
North Dakota has an "incentive" if you will for Canadians to come on down out of the frozen north to shop and spend their money in the United States, specifically, North Dakota.
Here's how it works (and believe me, I'll be the first one to say "suck it, go home and spend too much money there")
A Canadian resident with a Social Insurance Number comes to North Dakota for shopping and goes home with their goods. When they get home they have up to three years to basically get back the tax they spent while in ND. This doesn't apply to everything, like food, gas, hotel. But it applies to shopping goods. If they buy groceries it's good on that too.
The rules are:
Has to be submitted within three years of purchase date
Total purchase amount has to be in excess of $25/receipt
The total tax paid to ND in the year must be greater than $15
It has to be for individual use (ie - dont buy stuff for your salon and try and get reimbursed for it)
Actually, there are a lot of rules, but for the most part it's pretty straight forward.
But, as always, there are those trying to break the rules, or worse, the ones who don't understand and get mad when they think they should get the moon. It's been my experience (elsewhere) that those with entitlement issues are usually the ones who don't work or have any goals beyond what other why they can get something for nothing. So there are going to be those that try to mess something up, change a date, use someone else receipt, etc etc etc...
they obviously don't know that I'm working there... [insert evil laugh here]
cause I LOVE to deny those people when they try to break the rules. those following the rules, I shall do my job and work quickly (as is my nature) to get your stuff processed
The information is submitted online through the ND website, then they print out the confirmation page and mail it in with their stack of receipts. I swear, it's like I'm working for the tax dept or something with all those receipts.
Anyways, what DOES get approved, get's sent a check for the tax that they spent in ND....
and all is well for the Canadians
Not only did they get to enjoy America for a holiday or whatnot, they get to go home and essentially have shopped "duty free"
Jerks.
So yeah, apparently there have been people that tried to get rid of it since ND is the only state in America that offers this to our northern neighbors.... but everyone here seems to think it will hurt the economy by losing all that purchasing... From what I've heard it's not going to hurt anything, they shop at big box stores that are ALSO in Canada, so it's not like getting rid of it would hurt the small business owners aka mom & pop shops.
anyways.... it's been interesting learning all this stuff... further proving my need to get this job,...
good night all have some things lined up to tell you about tomorrow.
xoxo
L
my new job
I'm taking this analysis of the great white north very seriously... to the point of only looking for jobs that had to do with as much public knowledge as possible... not stalker type information. But to be in a position where I could soak up as much information about this place, the people, and the culture of living in the great white north.
So of course I look for a public servant type position to take full advantage of the fact that we're living in the state capitol. Los Angeles was a pivotal place to be but I wasn't in Sacramento, and Sacramento wasn't surrounded by miles of nothing.
Out here, everyone drives from hours away to be here, even if I don't want to be here, I need to embrace it. Even when I don't want to, even when I don't agree, even when I think I might die if I have to strain to understand one more person, or have to slow down my speech so they can understand me... cause I know I can talk fast (especially when nervous) but to the people out here I sound like I'm running at a mile a minute.
Anyways... I get this job, thanks in great part to an amazing recommendation from my previous manager who is an absolutely amazing person totally cheering me on during all of this. It was made for me. At my last job I was "processing returned mail" among my many crazy clean up and status tasks... in other words this is what would happen:
The company sends out a piece of mail
You've moved, rejected it, or perhaps the mailman/woman hates you....
It goes back to the post office and gets a little yellow sticker
It comes back to the company with one form of excuse or another printed on said yellow sticker
I get it
I look at
I think
I ponder
I contemplate my belly button
I stalk you online - to see if you moved, changed address in some way, or if there was just some other sort of error. In my last job the issue was usually the third party vendors that couldn't pull and address list to save their life... I'm looking at you CIA.... dumbasses
I do one of two things, I blame the vendor or I update your account in our system.
I deal with the leftovers as I see fit, generally sending it back to the department that mailed it out telling them what happened.
My job here is done
NOW
This job is almost identical only that I'll be allowed to use my brain for the greater part of the day to actually resend the letters out myself, without having to deal with the other departments. Should be good. Finished my first week today. Going to wait until after I get through this probation period before I blurt out where I'm at, besides the fact that's it's actually pretty interesting. Since I'm still training I've only handled a few pieces of mail instead I'm doing something called "Canadians" which I will have to get into later.
So yeah, that's my new job. Just started. It was pretty cool, I put in application (even took a tour while I was there), a week later I got a call, went in for an interview, thanks to awesome friend/supporter putting up a great call for me when they checked references, I got a call almost exactly 24 hours later to offer me the position. Granted it doesn't pay well, but it doesn't pay bad. Really liking the benefits, medical is FREE to me and A as well so wahoo there.... dental isnt bad, vision is always cheap, so yea... yay for that.
I think I'll tell you about Canadian's next.
xoxo
L
So of course I look for a public servant type position to take full advantage of the fact that we're living in the state capitol. Los Angeles was a pivotal place to be but I wasn't in Sacramento, and Sacramento wasn't surrounded by miles of nothing.
Out here, everyone drives from hours away to be here, even if I don't want to be here, I need to embrace it. Even when I don't want to, even when I don't agree, even when I think I might die if I have to strain to understand one more person, or have to slow down my speech so they can understand me... cause I know I can talk fast (especially when nervous) but to the people out here I sound like I'm running at a mile a minute.
Anyways... I get this job, thanks in great part to an amazing recommendation from my previous manager who is an absolutely amazing person totally cheering me on during all of this. It was made for me. At my last job I was "processing returned mail" among my many crazy clean up and status tasks... in other words this is what would happen:
The company sends out a piece of mail
You've moved, rejected it, or perhaps the mailman/woman hates you....
It goes back to the post office and gets a little yellow sticker
It comes back to the company with one form of excuse or another printed on said yellow sticker
I get it
I look at
I think
I ponder
I contemplate my belly button
I stalk you online - to see if you moved, changed address in some way, or if there was just some other sort of error. In my last job the issue was usually the third party vendors that couldn't pull and address list to save their life... I'm looking at you CIA.... dumbasses
I do one of two things, I blame the vendor or I update your account in our system.
I deal with the leftovers as I see fit, generally sending it back to the department that mailed it out telling them what happened.
My job here is done
NOW
This job is almost identical only that I'll be allowed to use my brain for the greater part of the day to actually resend the letters out myself, without having to deal with the other departments. Should be good. Finished my first week today. Going to wait until after I get through this probation period before I blurt out where I'm at, besides the fact that's it's actually pretty interesting. Since I'm still training I've only handled a few pieces of mail instead I'm doing something called "Canadians" which I will have to get into later.
So yeah, that's my new job. Just started. It was pretty cool, I put in application (even took a tour while I was there), a week later I got a call, went in for an interview, thanks to awesome friend/supporter putting up a great call for me when they checked references, I got a call almost exactly 24 hours later to offer me the position. Granted it doesn't pay well, but it doesn't pay bad. Really liking the benefits, medical is FREE to me and A as well so wahoo there.... dental isnt bad, vision is always cheap, so yea... yay for that.
I think I'll tell you about Canadian's next.
xoxo
L
Thursday, January 10, 2013
coming home and getting sick
aka my rant on health care and lack thereof
so as I mentioned earlier I came back to Bismarck SICK. thanks to Mares recent diagnosis of walking pneumonia I can't blame her lol
It really did feel like knives in my ears with the pressure from the flight, that didn't stop until Saturday morning. I was on some of A's kick ass painkillers.
Saturday morning was full of pain. Since we got married we figured we'll bill the dr visit retroactively. with that in mind we went to the urgent care here in town and of course, I have "flu like symptoms" combined with upper respiratory infection... I call it... the L-infection... it's a mix of crap. So I get an antibiotic. We go to the pharmacy linked to hospital and since I'm not on A's insurance yet (we'd only been married a week at that point) I figure cash and start making estimations on price based on how long the pill name is... A, having never gone without insurance is mad when I laugh/hack up lung at him when he says, "probably like 40 bucks at most".... I was close, I said 73, it was $70.50, don't ask me where they got the fifty fricking cents... that one still boggles my mind. And then we began our lovely conversation on WHY I haven't had health insurance for like the last three years. Mostly, since I've been taking care of my grandma, her house, and all that was involved in that and then doing a temp job where I could get a "discount" on healthcare but it would've cost more than my arm and leg were worth. Thus, the conversation was A going off about how I needed to care more about myself blah blah blah (can you tell I stopped listening at some point)...but when I put it out there he finally figured out why... I can pay upwards of $300/MO with huge co-pays and no dental or vision... OORRR
I can SAVE that money... use groupon for my once yearly eye exam, use zunnivision for my glasses (one for the computer, one for day to day, one set of sunglasses, AND one designer pair for LESS than $80 I LOVE that site), take care of my teeth, pay cash for dental exam and cleaning (get this, if you KNOW the dentist, having been there before, and you pay cash, they cut you a deal), and planned parenthood for my girly exams to make sure all is on the up and up. sooo yeah... I DID take care of myself. In fact I took such good care of myself that I didn't spend upwards of $3600 on healthcare... I spent less than $300... the year before I had two trips to Urgent Care (thanks to A being overly cautious) and with everything I spent it was less than $300 for those... oh and since I've been up here it's been two trips to UC's, thanks to the AWESOME weather * blatant sarcasm*
It was then that he realized why I'm so against Universal Healthcare. Not sure if YOU'RE aware of this, but they have that in other countries and there are a great number of people saying "oh it works there it can work here", to those people I think they need to look up the word WORK... because most of those people DON'T work, and for their information, it doesn't work in those other countries. Canada treats America the way some southern american's treat Mexico, in that's where you go for cheap medical care. Since they are on "lists" for months to years at a time to get the basic care they need. And they do pay for it, in their taxes and higher costs of living. Thus they make trips to America to go shopping. so yeah, that was our waiting for prescription conversation.
But yeah, we went to wally world and stopped by to see my furry children at the kennel. I miss them. I miss Pebbles a LOT too... finally broke down and texted the couple watching her, she's doing well so that gave me a little comfort.
we come home and A makes me soup... he actually does make a decent chicken noddle, wait, that was me... he was trying to make ramen.... whatever. I had soup and pills and I was happy.
then comes Sunday... where I make him a glorious breakfast, made for champions, just one day on meds and trying to take care of him... cause now....
A is sick... so I have to force him to go to urgent care (he has no excuse he has healthcare) and guess what, he has something similar
and
I got to learn something new about this man I married....
he, can not, for the life of him... hock a loogie
I told him to watch Titanic for the brief tutorial in that cinematic adventure. Since just talking about it makes me sick to my stomach... but when I'm sick, you can bet your sweet ass I can get some reach on mine....
We go to fill the prescription, same place, and guess what, they don't take his insurance... and this is where I learn that he has never made his own phone calls ... ever... when he was a child his parents had Kaiser... so when he got older he just went wherever he was told to go by his insurance... which was... get this... Kaiser
The weekend sucked...
and then I went to work at my new job....
at the State Capitol building....
more to come on that....
so as I mentioned earlier I came back to Bismarck SICK. thanks to Mares recent diagnosis of walking pneumonia I can't blame her lol
It really did feel like knives in my ears with the pressure from the flight, that didn't stop until Saturday morning. I was on some of A's kick ass painkillers.
Saturday morning was full of pain. Since we got married we figured we'll bill the dr visit retroactively. with that in mind we went to the urgent care here in town and of course, I have "flu like symptoms" combined with upper respiratory infection... I call it... the L-infection... it's a mix of crap. So I get an antibiotic. We go to the pharmacy linked to hospital and since I'm not on A's insurance yet (we'd only been married a week at that point) I figure cash and start making estimations on price based on how long the pill name is... A, having never gone without insurance is mad when I laugh/hack up lung at him when he says, "probably like 40 bucks at most".... I was close, I said 73, it was $70.50, don't ask me where they got the fifty fricking cents... that one still boggles my mind. And then we began our lovely conversation on WHY I haven't had health insurance for like the last three years. Mostly, since I've been taking care of my grandma, her house, and all that was involved in that and then doing a temp job where I could get a "discount" on healthcare but it would've cost more than my arm and leg were worth. Thus, the conversation was A going off about how I needed to care more about myself blah blah blah (can you tell I stopped listening at some point)...but when I put it out there he finally figured out why... I can pay upwards of $300/MO with huge co-pays and no dental or vision... OORRR
I can SAVE that money... use groupon for my once yearly eye exam, use zunnivision for my glasses (one for the computer, one for day to day, one set of sunglasses, AND one designer pair for LESS than $80 I LOVE that site), take care of my teeth, pay cash for dental exam and cleaning (get this, if you KNOW the dentist, having been there before, and you pay cash, they cut you a deal), and planned parenthood for my girly exams to make sure all is on the up and up. sooo yeah... I DID take care of myself. In fact I took such good care of myself that I didn't spend upwards of $3600 on healthcare... I spent less than $300... the year before I had two trips to Urgent Care (thanks to A being overly cautious) and with everything I spent it was less than $300 for those... oh and since I've been up here it's been two trips to UC's, thanks to the AWESOME weather * blatant sarcasm*
It was then that he realized why I'm so against Universal Healthcare. Not sure if YOU'RE aware of this, but they have that in other countries and there are a great number of people saying "oh it works there it can work here", to those people I think they need to look up the word WORK... because most of those people DON'T work, and for their information, it doesn't work in those other countries. Canada treats America the way some southern american's treat Mexico, in that's where you go for cheap medical care. Since they are on "lists" for months to years at a time to get the basic care they need. And they do pay for it, in their taxes and higher costs of living. Thus they make trips to America to go shopping. so yeah, that was our waiting for prescription conversation.
But yeah, we went to wally world and stopped by to see my furry children at the kennel. I miss them. I miss Pebbles a LOT too... finally broke down and texted the couple watching her, she's doing well so that gave me a little comfort.
we come home and A makes me soup... he actually does make a decent chicken noddle, wait, that was me... he was trying to make ramen.... whatever. I had soup and pills and I was happy.
then comes Sunday... where I make him a glorious breakfast, made for champions, just one day on meds and trying to take care of him... cause now....
A is sick... so I have to force him to go to urgent care (he has no excuse he has healthcare) and guess what, he has something similar
and
I got to learn something new about this man I married....
he, can not, for the life of him... hock a loogie
I told him to watch Titanic for the brief tutorial in that cinematic adventure. Since just talking about it makes me sick to my stomach... but when I'm sick, you can bet your sweet ass I can get some reach on mine....
We go to fill the prescription, same place, and guess what, they don't take his insurance... and this is where I learn that he has never made his own phone calls ... ever... when he was a child his parents had Kaiser... so when he got older he just went wherever he was told to go by his insurance... which was... get this... Kaiser
The weekend sucked...
and then I went to work at my new job....
at the State Capitol building....
more to come on that....
Viva Las Vegas Bitches aka OUR wedding
This is going to be a fun one. I think... cause if I don't laugh about some of the shit my family and "new" family does I think I might murder someone. Lord knows (and most of you) that I do have the tools necessary to kill someone.
SO where oh where to begin... well, we didn't really celebrate Christmas cause, well, we just didn't ... no one persons fault. Just A's.... or rather his mother and her veiled threats....
....
we'll save that one for when I get a little more pissed at her
...
anyways
we got packed and ready to go to Las Vegas. Called the Taxi place, the ONLY taxi place in Bismarck, which happens to be a pretty decent one... anyways... it got us to the airport on time. Ahh yes the airport. Where the taxi and the people are on time... but the planes aren't. Neither one of us have flown out of Bismarck airport in an ON TIME flight. but I digress...
We get to Las Vegas only to rent a car and drive to Los Angeles. Oh LA how I miss thee...
we got in late so we weren't able to do Korean BBQ with friends but we made up for it later. Stayed with A's brother and fiance for the night. I got up early to go see a friend at my old J-O-B.... it was good to catch up and have coffee thrust at me (that was actually funny and a lesson in being too excited when talking using hands). Ran a million errands and surprised the kids for being in town. and then, with the help of some of A's friends we got out by 4pm... back to Las Vegas.
Honestly, from there its just a blur. I remember bits and pieces, and a lot of things that pissed me off... but for the most part I remember these highlights:
my best friend hanging out and helping out
getting my hair done with the kids
telling mares & laura to order WHATEVER they wanted....
taking some of the best pictures I've ever had the pleasure to be a part of
trying to track Mara and her insane flight pattern out
zits
counselling sessions
a scarf (and no barf) session on wedding day
Anh & Mares saving the day
getting to see my friends look FAN-FUCKING-TASTIC and having fun
making people cry without trying
trying to spend time with everyone as much as possible
getting to hang out with my aunt, cousin and my dad.... who outlasted my friends that night
staying at the Rio
the AMAZING room at MGM (seriously check out their "wellness rooms" those are awesome)
getting to know A's friends a little better, a lot better....
Seriously. It's mostly a blur. There are parts that I can close my eyes and relive (and from the looks of Bismarck, I'm going to have to for the next six months or so) and it's totally clear to me. But to put it all on paper (or in this case pixels) it's hard to put it out there.
Thankfully I don't remember too much of A's parents. His Dad was very gracious and made it clear how great he thought the wedding looked/went. In fact, he didn't talk to me about anything other than how well the wedding went. That was better than his mother. Who gave A a pretty nice cashiers check and when he thanked them in front of me her response was "well I guess you told her about it"... nah, he got a check that said wedding gift and made sure to keep it a secret from me....
twat
or when she said that the wedding was beautiful, and what a hard time she was having trying to figure out where I cut costs to keep it so cheap, oh wait I know, it must have been... and she kept talking.... she had a list of ten aspect she thought I must've cheaped out on when I finally just got up and went for a desert tray at the buffet.... I can't believe that woman sometimes.
It would take a separate blog to express what she did before Christmas and I'm not up for sharing that just yet... she was awful though... absolutely awful....
My parents on the other hand
were fucking AWESOME
Kath stepped up and helped at whatever spot she could think of (ie- money bag bought and brought to me, and then forcing me to participate in said money dance - thank you to the extra cash!!!) they handed us spending money, they worked around OUR schedule to spend time and get together with us. Especially around A's stomach issues from drinking too much. The best one was getting together with a couple of my friends and all of his friends to try a Korean BBQ in Las Vegas' Chinatown ... which they had never done before (so we may have ruined them for KBBQ).... My Dad held it together whenever he was in my eye line so I didn't totally lose it during the wedding.
And, they are holding our extra stuff that we couldn't take back. Not to mention our wedding topper.
So yeah, we celebrated New Years in Las Vegas
A & I ate at Serendipity with my friends, then hung out inside Cesaers until 11 before heading outside and trying to get on TV.
New Years in Las Vegas... if you're staying on the strip, is awesome
if you're not...
not so much
It was beautiful to see and watch all the crazies but the escape route was insane... at least for me.
Our escape route involved getting squashed in a sea full of people, jumping a k-rail, helping others over the k-rail, walking close to a mile to the Rio (where my parents were and where we parked the car). I drove a group of us back to the timeshare and then came back for A, his bro, and Anh to drive them back.
It was a good thing that I stopped drinking early... otherwise we would've been screwed
SO ... it went well.
Small hiccups here and there and I would've loved to have spent more time with my friends
but it all worked out.
I'm so glad everyone came!
It was amazing...
and then we woke up early on a friday morning... and flew back to Bismarck... where as A coined it
We literally went from one place with everything to do to a place with NOTHING to do.....
Friday was incredibly depressing.
and I was getting sick
so sick that when I cried on the plane it wasn't because we were going back to Bismarck, but because it felt like someone was shoving knives into my ears... but more on that in another entry...
have a good night all
xoxo
SO where oh where to begin... well, we didn't really celebrate Christmas cause, well, we just didn't ... no one persons fault. Just A's.... or rather his mother and her veiled threats....
....
we'll save that one for when I get a little more pissed at her
...
anyways
we got packed and ready to go to Las Vegas. Called the Taxi place, the ONLY taxi place in Bismarck, which happens to be a pretty decent one... anyways... it got us to the airport on time. Ahh yes the airport. Where the taxi and the people are on time... but the planes aren't. Neither one of us have flown out of Bismarck airport in an ON TIME flight. but I digress...
We get to Las Vegas only to rent a car and drive to Los Angeles. Oh LA how I miss thee...
we got in late so we weren't able to do Korean BBQ with friends but we made up for it later. Stayed with A's brother and fiance for the night. I got up early to go see a friend at my old J-O-B.... it was good to catch up and have coffee thrust at me (that was actually funny and a lesson in being too excited when talking using hands). Ran a million errands and surprised the kids for being in town. and then, with the help of some of A's friends we got out by 4pm... back to Las Vegas.
Honestly, from there its just a blur. I remember bits and pieces, and a lot of things that pissed me off... but for the most part I remember these highlights:
my best friend hanging out and helping out
getting my hair done with the kids
telling mares & laura to order WHATEVER they wanted....
taking some of the best pictures I've ever had the pleasure to be a part of
trying to track Mara and her insane flight pattern out
zits
counselling sessions
a scarf (and no barf) session on wedding day
Anh & Mares saving the day
getting to see my friends look FAN-FUCKING-TASTIC and having fun
making people cry without trying
trying to spend time with everyone as much as possible
getting to hang out with my aunt, cousin and my dad.... who outlasted my friends that night
staying at the Rio
the AMAZING room at MGM (seriously check out their "wellness rooms" those are awesome)
getting to know A's friends a little better, a lot better....
Seriously. It's mostly a blur. There are parts that I can close my eyes and relive (and from the looks of Bismarck, I'm going to have to for the next six months or so) and it's totally clear to me. But to put it all on paper (or in this case pixels) it's hard to put it out there.
Thankfully I don't remember too much of A's parents. His Dad was very gracious and made it clear how great he thought the wedding looked/went. In fact, he didn't talk to me about anything other than how well the wedding went. That was better than his mother. Who gave A a pretty nice cashiers check and when he thanked them in front of me her response was "well I guess you told her about it"... nah, he got a check that said wedding gift and made sure to keep it a secret from me....
twat
or when she said that the wedding was beautiful, and what a hard time she was having trying to figure out where I cut costs to keep it so cheap, oh wait I know, it must have been... and she kept talking.... she had a list of ten aspect she thought I must've cheaped out on when I finally just got up and went for a desert tray at the buffet.... I can't believe that woman sometimes.
It would take a separate blog to express what she did before Christmas and I'm not up for sharing that just yet... she was awful though... absolutely awful....
My parents on the other hand
were fucking AWESOME
Kath stepped up and helped at whatever spot she could think of (ie- money bag bought and brought to me, and then forcing me to participate in said money dance - thank you to the extra cash!!!) they handed us spending money, they worked around OUR schedule to spend time and get together with us. Especially around A's stomach issues from drinking too much. The best one was getting together with a couple of my friends and all of his friends to try a Korean BBQ in Las Vegas' Chinatown ... which they had never done before (so we may have ruined them for KBBQ).... My Dad held it together whenever he was in my eye line so I didn't totally lose it during the wedding.
And, they are holding our extra stuff that we couldn't take back. Not to mention our wedding topper.
So yeah, we celebrated New Years in Las Vegas
A & I ate at Serendipity with my friends, then hung out inside Cesaers until 11 before heading outside and trying to get on TV.
New Years in Las Vegas... if you're staying on the strip, is awesome
if you're not...
not so much
It was beautiful to see and watch all the crazies but the escape route was insane... at least for me.
Our escape route involved getting squashed in a sea full of people, jumping a k-rail, helping others over the k-rail, walking close to a mile to the Rio (where my parents were and where we parked the car). I drove a group of us back to the timeshare and then came back for A, his bro, and Anh to drive them back.
It was a good thing that I stopped drinking early... otherwise we would've been screwed
SO ... it went well.
Small hiccups here and there and I would've loved to have spent more time with my friends
but it all worked out.
I'm so glad everyone came!
It was amazing...
and then we woke up early on a friday morning... and flew back to Bismarck... where as A coined it
We literally went from one place with everything to do to a place with NOTHING to do.....
Friday was incredibly depressing.
and I was getting sick
so sick that when I cried on the plane it wasn't because we were going back to Bismarck, but because it felt like someone was shoving knives into my ears... but more on that in another entry...
have a good night all
xoxo
oh me oh my ... I love apple pie
It was brought to my attention today that I haven't posted for anyone's amusement in "over a month" and "like a month"... I would like to correct these lovely ladies... it's been three weeks....
get a calendar
ha
Ok, I've got to break some of this up in order of occurrence otherwise you'll be reading for an hour and I have to give you a potty break....
so here it goes.
they shall be
Viva Las Vegas Bitches aka OUR wedding
coming home and getting sick aka my rant on health care and lack thereof
and lastly
looky looky mommy makes cookies... i'm just on a rhyming rampage... it's about my new job... so yeah... enjoy bitches
get a calendar
ha
Ok, I've got to break some of this up in order of occurrence otherwise you'll be reading for an hour and I have to give you a potty break....
so here it goes.
they shall be
Viva Las Vegas Bitches aka OUR wedding
coming home and getting sick aka my rant on health care and lack thereof
and lastly
looky looky mommy makes cookies... i'm just on a rhyming rampage... it's about my new job... so yeah... enjoy bitches
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