Friday, April 2, 2010


Why do people always disappoint? I know that we're all human and things come up but I try my hardest to do the things I say I'm gonna do. I'm feeling a bit deflated and well kinda pissed off this morning. I had made plans with one of my cousins to go shopping for some new clothes to wear to my new job. This cousin of mine is one of those people who always look great no matter what she's wearing. She has a sense of style that I just don't possess. So I asked her to go with me for some professional causual clothes I can wear to work. We first agreed to yesterday morning, then she moved it to 3pm, then to 5pm, then moved it to this morning. I woke up and low and behold a text: Sorry can we do it tomorrow morning, I promise I'll be there.

Yea I guess but I won't be holding my breath. So those of you reading this who're thinking, god give this girl some cheese with her wine, I understand. It may not seem to be a big deal to most. Most women would just go shopping by themselves and not really think twice. I am unfortunatley unlike most women; I don't like to shop. I never know what looks good on me. I'm at a stupid in-between age, too young for juniors but too old for misses. What's a girl to do?

Yes I'll get over it and I may even grow a set and go to the mall by myself today and see what i can find. I'm still hurt though.

Thursday, April 1, 2010


hello all,
if anyone is feeling like they don't do enough to help out the community here's a great chance to do something good for the world and the people that live in it. Go over to Lora's blog FEVER and click on the baby pic. Also if you're not already a follower, you should do that too while you're there cause this chick is Aces.

Wednesday, March 31, 2010


I took my Mia to the vet yesterday for her check up and shots. I asked the vet about the crying thing and he did a whole look over and said that he can't find any medical reason of why she's crying. He said that most cats that start crying are older and have lost their eyesight or have arthritis or something like that. She's only 3 so he said if I wanted to spend like $300 on blood work, he'd do it but doesn't think it necessary. I felt better about it and we both figure she's just "talking". Well I wish she shut the hell up!

He gave me some medicine for her watery eye, 2 shots, a supplement to put on her food to help control her shedding and get this, some kitty antidepresants for the crying. Their called Clomicalm. I googled the drug and it says that it used on animals for "seperation anxiety". WTF? I'm not gonna give them to her. The website also said that along with dogs and cats, people can take this drug too. Um, ok, now I'm definately not giving it to her; I'm taking that shit myself!

I'm starting to get a bit nervous about starting this new job on Monday. I'm super excited though too and I kinda wish it'd start already. I hate waiting. I am a very impatient person. Well I guess I'd better enjoy my time off while it lasts, the first 4 months are training and I'm not alllowed to use any of my vacation days. Wow that is the coolest thing I've ever written: vacation days. I never had a sick day or vacation day ever! If I didn't go to work, I didn't make any money! This is gonna be so cool.

Monday, March 29, 2010

My week of personal time has begun! Yay, there's so much for me to do I don't even know where to start. I know I'll sit down in my favorite old worn out recliner and curl up with a new book. That is what I like doing the best...chilling out, reading a good book and having my little Mia jump up on my lap and start her manic purring. Pure joy.

I had to go down to my school today to "officially sign out". What is this all about anyway? That was so stupid. I had to meet with my externship coordinator/career placement advisor. No offense or anything but I really don't care much for the woman. She is a little fake for my liking. You know the kind, talks to you like you're a 2 year old with that fake smile plastered onto her face. So we sit down and she hands me this form to fill out, kinda like a student survey thing. It asked me about a million questions about what would I do to improve the curriculum and that sort of nonsense that nobody is actually going to read let alone take into consideration. So I just checked off all the "excellent" boxes and handed it back. She pursed her little lips and sighed. Oh well. Then, and this part kinda ticked me off, she asks me to fill out info about the job I just got. I didn't really feel comfortable giving out the information but I filled it out anyways, I just wanted out of her office. The last question I came to said that I should turn the paper over and on the back write down the salary that I will be making. Whoa hold the phone, what is this all about? I left it blank and gave it back. The first thing she does is turn over the paper and sees that I left it blank. She's all like you have to put your salary on this. I said that I didn't really feel comfortable giving her that info seeing as my name is on the damn thing. She said that it's purely for statistical purposes. I didn't feel like getting into this big argument so i turned the stupid paper over and just to make my point wrote down this figure: $100,000.00

Stupid and petty I know but whatever I'm entitled to keep some stuff to myself.

Sunday, March 28, 2010

HaPpY BiRtHdAy

Today is my father's birthday. Although he doesn't read my blog I'd like to wish him a happy birthday. Maybe by posting this, I'll be able to show you how wonderful of a man he is and how much I love him. I had written an essay for my English class about my dad. The assignment was to write about someone you admire. For me that is my daddy. He means the world to me. Of course I love my mom too, but there's just something special about the relationship between dads and daughters. My dad is my rock. He's the one I go to for advise or to just vent to. Anyways here's the essay I wrote for my dad, which he had framed and has setting on his desk at work.

There is a man that wakes up everyday unaware of how remarkable he truly is. He does not know how much he is admired and looked up to, what a special role hi plays in my life or to what degree his loved. On the outside this man is just like any other. He does not stand out in a crowd or draw any attention to himself. This man is the most compassionate, understanding and patient man that I know. This man, Thomas W. Fife, my father, my hero.
In the fall of 1965, Thomas lost not only his father but also his innocence. When his father died, it left a void inside of him that could never be replaced. He became the man of the house, having to protect his two younger sisters. He was only a boy but the world around him demanded he mature and become an adult.
Therefore, he grew up to fast. At 18 he joined the United States Army and was shipped thousands of miles away to the jungles of Vietnam. In that war ravaged country, my father experienced horrors that I cannot begin to imagine.
The hardships of his life and the experiences of war molded him into the man he is today.
When I was a young girl my daddy called me his “sugar bear”. As I grew up I pushed him away. He never said how much that must have hurt him. He let me go on to make my own mistakes, silently and in the background he was always there.
My father never for one minute gave up on me. There were many years of my life that I poisoned myself with drugs. Even at my lowest point, my dad never stopped loving me. He hung on to the tiniest measure of hope that I would someday get better.
To his relief and my own, that day came about three years ago. I have been moving past those dark days of addiction and I am beginning to see a light at the end of the tunnel.
My father’s love and support has gotten me to the point I am at now. I’ve started my life over and I have begun schooling for medical coding.
It is my father whom I can always depend on. The morals and values that he instilled in me all those years ago are starting to shine through. My hope is that one day I will be as good a parent as my dad has been to me.
My father is my hero and he inspires me to do the best I can everyday to be a good person. Although I am 30 years old and all grown up, I still love it when he calls me his sugar bear.