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Yesterday after throwing my back out in the morning while feeding the puppies, I lay on the couh pretty much all day long in selt pity and exhaustion. Matt stayed home to help me out, considering I could barely stand up before 3pm. He was great, took care of the dogs, rubbed my back, and let me sleep a little even though everytime I close my eyes now all I hear are puppies crying, so it wakes me back up LOL! Price you pay I guess.

So while I was on my tired train, I turned on food network and watched the Chefography of Paula Dean. God I adore this woman. I think meeting her would just fill my soul and make my life, she's got such spirit and energy and here I was, 23 years old with a bad back looking like crap laying on the couch. What did I have to complain about? I didn't even have to work, and here was this woman who built herself her own industry, resturaunt, books, shows, and even got to act in a movie! Do you ever watch movies or shows and feel so inspired that you think, "I could do something like that!" But you don't know what to do cause the inspiration never lasts long? I sat there watching her life flash before my eyes (LOL) and thought to myself, "I need to be more than what I am." I need to make goals. When I finish college, what am I going to do? Am I just going to end up working in some massage parlor and let that be it? Or should I continue and keep going? Should I go and get my doula's certificate? Hell, should I keep going to school and become a midwife like I had thought of doing a while back?

And then after thoughts on college it came down to the things closer to my life, like my weight. I recently was given a video from a friend that is amazing. You all need to see this:



Now while I agree with her on alot of thoughts regarding my own weight, I know for a fact that I do not exercise, I do overeat and I am not healthy. So what prevents me from doing something about it? I know that the aches will eventually subside, and I'll feel good when I exercise, and not only that but I'd feel good all day long! I love health food! So what holds me back? I'll really have to dig deep and look into myself to figure this out, cause I'm tired of being so tired and heavy.

I also started thinking about my books again, all those ones that I need to sit down and finally write for crying out loud. Need to make some goals for certain, sit down and just get it out of my head. Anyways, I know I've just ranted a bit here and there's not much else to blog about. Sorry.

Even though they say it's bad to name puppies you intend to sell (cause you'll get emotionally attached) I figure might as well name them since we're already in love with all 7! So I thought I'd let you all in. First off, we named our 3 year old Pug Willow after the witch on Buffy the Vampire Slayer. We had two boy dogs before we got our Chihuahua, another Pug we named Oz (after the werewolf on Buffy the Vampire Slayer) but we had to give him back cause we were moving. Then we got Ozzy (named after the same character on Buffy) our Schnauzer/Chow mutt who grew WAY too big for a little apartment, so he was given to a good home. Then last year we got our little Chihuahua Colossus (After the X-Men character). Colossus currently will be needing a good home to go to because Willow forbids him to eat, and it's hard to constantly make sure you feed the dogs separately. He deserves a better home, and we just have such bad luck with boy dogs. So we're probaby going to keep one of Willow's little girls. Alright, so here are the puppies names:

1- Maeby, after the niece on Arrested Development
2- Zoey, after the kick ass chick on Firefly
3- Nathan Explosion, after the lead singer of the show Metalocolypse
4- Pickles, after the drummer on the show Metalocolypse
5- Veronica, after Veronica Mars of course
6- Meadow, after Meadow on The Sopranos
7- And Lucky, cause he was born two days late and still was healthy

Okay, so here I was at the computer minding my own business talking to my friend Dana on AIM, and right when Dana says she's going to sign off for the night, I'm thinking "Well now I'm bored." That's when I heard my husband say, "Hey Willow just had another puppy." I rolled my eyes and said, "That's not even funny Matt!" He said, "I'M NOT JOKING!"

I rushed over there, and sure enough, 48 hours after having six puppies, she gave birth to the 7th!!! Weird thing? He's fine! He breathes, he nurses, he moves and he's just as big as all the rest! I swear to God my dogs are miracles! He was born so quick and we were freaking out so bad that we didn't notice at first that he was only partially born. I had to put on gloves and scootch him out, and then cut the cord, and then when I could see the pup was fine, I had to lay Willow down and take out the rest. I felt like a freaking ER VET! It was insane! I've got like the biggest adrenaline rush and ego boost right now!

7 Puppies! We're naming this one Lucky! LOL!

So as has been told by my previous posts, Willow (my Pug) has been pregnant and getting fat. Like, really fat. HUGE! We guessed that her due date would be somewhere around March 27th, and then Wednesday night Matt and I were discussing what we should have for dinner. We thought about going out, but then we decided to go to Walmart too, because we still needed to buy stuff for when the puppies came. Nasal asperator, iodine, etc. And lucky we did too! Around 3am we decided to go to bed. Matt went straight there but I wanted to come online and check my email before I crashed for the night. That's when I heard a cry come from Willow's cage. She cries all the time in her cage lately though. She's spoiled. So we both ignored it until I heard small squeaky sounds and rushed my ass over to the cage as fast as I could! Now, I've assisted in delivering puppies before, since my aunt (who I was raised by) bred purebred Shi-tzus all my teenage years. She's delivered hundreds of puppies, and I've always been prepared for the day when I had to. Course, I now think that I do it better than she does (which kinda may be true since I research everything before I step into the role of it.)

Matt freaked out after the second one was born. If you're ever going to breed a dog, really be prepared for how gross watching puppies be born is. I'm used to it, but the husband? Not so much. He eventually had to go into the other room and wait while from 3:30am to 7:30am, Willow had 6 beautiful Chug puppies. 4 Girls and 2 boys, and all of them are about the same size so we won't have to be concerned with a runt just yet. So far they're doing fine, and hopefully I'll get to borrow a digital camera to get some pics up and going soon for all to see.

They'll be ready to sell in about 8 weeks or so. $800 plus shipping LOL!

Since I've been going through some movie reviews these past few entries, I thought I'd continue with that after my experience last night. Alright, I love scary movies. They're fun. I lived for the Scream movies back in my teen years, and even entered a trivia competition claiming I knew everything about the first, which I did, and won the game! But then later in my years I began to start watching things that scared me when I was little. Nightmare on Elm Street, IT, etc, etc. They don't scare me anymore. It's actually really stupid, but the things that scare me to death are any movies where there is a dead Asian, or a remake of an Asian horror film. Let me clue you in, that means The Ring, The Ring Two, The Grudge, The Grudge Two, The Pulse, and any other movie where they dress an asian up with gray skin and long black hair. Hell! Anything with gray skin, that's obviously dead scares me! I survived through both of The Rings, but it was the stupid movie, The Grudge that destroyed me. So here they are, my scary movie reviews.

The Ring - Other than the fact that I hate Naomi Watts, the acting in this movie wasn't half bad. Wasn't all good either though, keep that in mind. While the idea of the movie sounds so stupid, they pull it off well. Creepy little dead girl crawls through your tv? What the hell is she going to do? Well, frankly I don't want to know what she really does because it leaves the victims pale, creepy with their jaws twisted and pulled away from their faces. It scared the crap out of me! Also, I'll throw it in here, if any dead person decides to walk like a contortionist and they make the film speed up a bit, it'll make me cry. I don't know why it makes me cry, but it does! As far as I'm concerned, the only good thing that came out of this movie, was it made the Scary Movie people go towards something a little more funny and alot less disgusting.

The Ring Two - Confusing? Yes. This has just about nothing to do with the original, with the exception of same kid, same Mom, same scary dead chick. But now she just wants her Mommy. Or someone elses Mommy, who cares. It was horrible. The acting, the writing, and even the effects were cheaper than the original. Why did this one scare me? Well because my husband convinced me to watch it, and then fell asleep so I watched it in my aunt's spooky house all by myself.

The Grudge - This movie terrifies me. I wanted to see it because I love and adore Sarah Michelle Gellar with every fiber of my being. I read some great things about the movie, and also some very crappy things about the movie, but I wanted to see it. It takes place in Tokyo where a nurse (Sarah Michelle Gellar) discovers a curse in the house she works in. The curse does many different things to different people, including having them jump over balconys to their death, unhinge and tear of their jaw, or feel creepy fingers come out the back of your head. I liked the plot of this movie though. They explain it well, and you never sit and go "Oh that's stupid." The creepy effect is perfect. Whether it's the little boy meowing at the camera, the sudden dramatic music to let you know that the bad guy will appear any second and OMG THERE SHE IS!!!! But the worst part of this whole movie is the noise that said bad chick makes. This noise alone will send me into tears, and has.

The Grudge Two - The Grudge scared me so badly that I couldn't even watch the trailers for the second one. I never saw the movie, but have been told that it was crap.

The Pulse - As much as I love Kristen Bell (Veronica Mars, see icon) I couldn't bring myself to watch the Pulse once I found out it too was a remake of an old Asian horror film. I've heard great things about it, and maybe once, in broad daylight surrounded by trustworthy friends I will be able to see it, but for now, I avoid.

Alright, now while this movie wasn't so much like the ones I've previously mentioned, I did watch it last night which put me in the mood to write these reviews. The Decent. My husband has been begging me to watch this stupid movie ever since it was in theatres. So when he was able to download it yesterday, I no longer had a choice in the matter. He promised me it wasn't that scary, and it wasn't. The Decent takes place when six friends decided to go explore a cave. The main character Sarah lost her husband and child to a car accident only a year earlier, so this is a big step for her. Juno, the girl leading them through the cave forgets to mention that it's never been explored before. No one knows where they are, and once there's a small cavein, no one knows the way out. Worst part of all about being stuck inside a cave two miles below ground? You're not alone. One by one they're picked off by creatures that have adapted to the cave. It's gorey, and I'm certain that if it was filmed in daylight and not a cave, people would throw up in the theatres. I did like it. Not sure why. Probably because there are two endings. The American ending (which apparently doesn't end on such a bad note) and the European ending (which well, is more realistic considering it's a freaking horror movie) I got to see the European ending, which made me laugh. I don't understand why they have to make a happy ending for us Americans. Are we the three year olds of the world who need to know that everyone lived happily ever after? It's sad that cinema is being ruined cause people can't deal with things sucking for everyone at the end of a movie.

When I was in highschool I wrote three screenplays where it opens with a girl telling you that she is in fact the killer. You follow her life around as one by one she murders the people in her life, and guess what boys and girls? She wins. Yup, end of the play, she's the only one left standing! The sequel was about the girl moving on in a new life, and slowly her friends are being killed by someone else. Now in any other movie, this girl would fight to protect her friends lives, and herself of course. Not in my movie. She's insulted that there's someone out there who thinks she's better than her, so it becomes a competition of killing! The final chapter in the trilogy is where everybody dies, and no one is happy. I had my drama class in highschool perform the third instalment, and I did in fact get the highest grade in the class.

See, we Americans can deal with sad endings. Not everyone lives happily ever after.

Sorry it's taken me so long to update . . . again. So, yesterday was St. Patrick's Day, which is one of my favourite holidays of the year! I'm Irish, as most know, and it's the only time where really going out there being Irish seems to be acceptable to people, at least here in New Mexico. Sometimes when people find out I'm Irish their response is, "So is that why you have red hair?"

We have some really stupid friends.

Last year, the local pub had a big to-do party. Set up tents outside and had live music, a cover charge and it was so much fun! So we planned to do that this year too, but when we got to the pub yesterday, it was just a pub. Made me sad, but inside they did still have the local bagpiper group, and I got to eat cornbeef & cabbage. Yes, I'm well aware that cornbeef & cabbage are not an Irish meal, but the pub only makes it on the 17th of every month and it's soo good! So to get back into the traditional Irish mood, for supper I made colcannon (potatoes, kale and cabbage) and also Cabbage rolls. They turned out so good. One of Matt's friends that showed up to our party had a bite and wouldn't shut up about how great they were. So I think I'm gonna make Irish food more often. The only thing about Irish food is that while it tastes soooo good, one look at it and you'll say, "I think that might kill me."

I've noticed recently that to really prepare yourself for having kids, have lots of parties at your house. Ever since we moved into our own place, it seems like every weekend we have another person stay the night on the couch because they've had too much to drink. So what do we do? We take their shoes off, get them laying on the couch, cover them up with a blankey and pray to God that they don't get sick during the night. It's fun though. I like playing Mommy to drunk officers. LOL!

So, to take up a little more room in this entry, I'll add in three movies that everyone needs to watch:

Boondock Saints - This is my alltime favourite Irish movie. It's about two Irish brothers who live in Boston. They work at a meat packing plant, and after a St. Paddy's day gone wrong in a bar, their lives collide with the Russian and Itallian mob. But they're survivors. So with the belief that God has chosen them to be his Hammer, they go on a killing spree, ready to take out every murderer and rapist in the city. Watch it to see Sean Patrick Flannery shirtless.

Gangs of New York - Other than the horrible acting portrayed by Cameron Diaz (I hate her in just about everything) Leonardo DiCaprio plays an Irish orphan hell bent on avenging the death of his father. This takes place long ago when the Irish were considered a plague on America and her Native sons. Scorsese and DiCaprio are an amazing team, and you'd know that if you ever saw The Aviator, or Gangs of New York. It's beautifully written, and acted, and I love everything about it.

The Departed - So Scorsese didn't win an oscar with his first Irish movie starring Leonardo DiCaprio, cause you know why? Because Jack Nicholson wasn't in it! The Departed is about an Irish mobster in Boston (Nicholson) and those that surround him. Starring both Matt Damon and Leo DiCaprio as rats on either end of the police force, the movie will shock you with it's twists and turns. Jack Nicholson is amazing as always, and as much as I hate Mark Wahlberg, the movie is worth a rental (or purchase) just to see the amusing exchange between Wahlberg and Alec Baldwin.

I actually have nothing to say. I mean there aren't any real updates, other than the fact that after tomorrow I have no school for three weeks, which rocks on one part and sucks on another. The suckyness is that it'll push my graduation date back even further. Boo. Whores. Anywho, so since I promised Deanna that I would try to update more often, even if I had nothing to say, I would find something to say. So I am going to do movie reviews this morning!

The Birdcage - How can you not love this movie? This movie is my addiction. I'm not joking in the slightest. If there's nothing on tv, on goes The Birdcage. C'mon! It's Robin Williams and Nathan Lane as a married couple! And Nathan Lane pulls off gay man so well, and no I'm not making a joke. Because he hadn't come out before the making of this film. Nathan actually said the reason was, that he wanted people to appreciate him for his acting and not just say, "Oh well he's gay so right there he's not even acting anymore." I quote The Birdcage all too often as well. "You see, I do not wear shoes because, they make me fall down." Perfection. If you haven't seen it, please go and watch!

40 Year Old Virgin - This is somewhat a segway into movies I want to watch this year. 40 Year Old Virgin looked do stupid to me when I saw the previews, but because Matt wanted to see it, we went, and now we own the special edition DVD and I watch it more than he does. The lines are just classic and I loved Paul Rudd before but I've never seen him in such a role. Favourite scenes: when he's at Beth's and remembers the wax job he got ("Oh right, that was a fun day."), when Paul Rudd's character gets drunk in the store and tries to play with the video camera, and the very last scene ("Age of Aquarius!").

Knocked Up - (June 1st, 2007) From the makers of 40 Year Old Virgin comes a classic tale of boy meets girl, boy and girl gets drunk out of their mind, boy sleeps with girl, girl gets pregnant. Oops! Now Alison (Katherine Heigl from Grey's Anatomy) and Ben (Seth Rogen from 40 Year old Virgin) must figure out if there are any sparks between them in order to raise their child. Check out www.apple.com/trailers for the trailer to this flick.

I'll keep doing the movie thing when I have nothing else to say, since movies are one of my hobbies and I own too many of them. Hope you enjoyed!

Okay so we all know that I've picked up the bad habit of smoking. My first excuse was that I was living with my inlaws and going crazy, the 2nd excuse I used was that I was going through tough classes at school and I was stressed out. I've run out of excuses other than the one that says, "I ENJOY IT DAMNIT!" But I have promised Matt that I will try to quit.

I haven't really tried that hard.

So what does he do today? On his way out the door to work, he takes my cigarette box and pulls out nine cigarettes and hands them to me. I'm allowed to have one per hour. I don't know if this'll work.

Dirty, horrible, evil man.

What am I supposed to do now? Breath oxygen!?

Yes I'm being weird and silly, but I've nothing else to do cause I have another 45 minutes left till I'm allowed another smoke.

I know I haven't updated my journal in quite some time, so let me explain what has happened over the last few weeks.

We moved into our new apartment on the 2nd of February, and our new home is heavenly. It's so nice to look around and say, "This is mine." I can clean when I want to, it's all my mess so I'm never cleaning up after someone else. I can do what I want when I want and no one ever has to question me about it. We've had friends over, and it's been so much fun. Our new apartment is the hosting house for all the get togethers, and I, as a born hostess am loving it. Other than the unpacking portion of course.

Another reason I haven't posted in quite some time is because only this last week did we get our internet hooked up here. I went through withdrawls, and I've pretty much made up for it within the last few days, LOL.

Alright, now on to explain the icon I'm using for this thread:

February 12th, somewhere around 6pm a Bosnian refugee (18 years old) named Suljemon Tolevic (probably spelling this wrong by the way) walked into the Trolley Square Mall of downtown Salt Lake City, Utah, with a shotgun and a pistol in hand. He also carried a belt and a backpack full of extra ammo. This was during the big Valentines day sale, so the mall was packed full with hundreds of people. They are also doing construction outside the mall, so when the first shots were fired, no one believed it was a gun. They say the boy had no motive, other than to kill as many people as possible.

He shot two people (I think) on the way into the building, and all in all he shot and wounded four people, and shot and killed five others. One of the five that was killed was my cousin Bradley. He was my third cousin (my mothers cousins son) but don't let that lead you to believe we weren't close. Bradley and his brother Brandon grew up with me. Their mother, my cousin June owned a petstore about ten or so years ago and when I was very little I helped out on the weekends and during the summers. Bradley was adorable and annoying when we were growing up together. He was the big brother I never had. And when I moved from Utah, I missed him. Eventually when I returned when we were teenager, he had grown into a very handsome young man, and we were called by the rest of the family "kissin cousins". I will be the first to admit I had the biggest girl crush on him when I was little. He was a very sweet man.

And on February 12th, 2007 someone took that all away.

Bradley took a shotgun blast to the head and died instantly, we believe. His girlfriend Teresa died next to him from the same fatal gun. He left behind a 3 year old daughter, and when I first recieved the news I couldn't help but think of my mother. It's been 20 years since something this tragic has happened to our family. Most of those who die are older, have lived their life. But my mother was killed in a car accident when she was only 21, leaving behind a 2 year old: me. Bradley was only 24 when he was murdered inside of a mall giftshop. His daughter will never know him, she'll never remember her father or how awesome he was. And we, as her family must keep him alive with the stories. Which I'm sure we'll do. It's what got me through life without a mother, just knowing that she was a real person, who did real things and knew real people.

I'm fine, and please, I don't need anymore condolances. I've lived my whole life with the "I'm sorries" and while I do appreciate them, I'm tired of feeling sorry. If you'd like to respond to this in regards to my cousins death, just say something honest and brutal like, "Wow, that sucks!" Cause it really does.

The gunman was eventually taken down by an offduty Odgen police officer and I thank God for that brave man. If not for him, so many more lives would have been lost. I send prayers to the other families who lost loved ones, and for those who are still in critical condition. I thank those in the malls who ushered others to safety, and thank those who have sent my family prayers.

I also send prayers and love to the family of this poor boy who killed five people. What they must be going through not only losing their son, but to know that he took five people down with him. And they are Bosnian refugees as well. No one should grow up in war, escape to the US to be freed from violence, only to have it brought back home with them.

I'll try to stick to updating more often now that I have my computer back.

We finally got a hold of Christina and Antonio who are currently moving out of the apartment we're moving into. They've told us that they're going to be completely moved out tomorrow! I'm so excited I've been packing constantly when I'm not at school or, big surprise, on the computer. Moving really gets you thinking though. I can't believe how much crap we have and how much we've been able to fit into one tiny room for the past year while living here with Matt's parents.

Speaking of Matt's parents . . . they recently bought one of those timeshare thingys and today they booked a vacation for the two of them to Hawaii! 6 days, 7 nights in Maui and they leave next week. I've got to give it to the old folks, they've finally taken a risk in something. I don't think Matt's mom has been out of the states (or I should say over the ocean I guess) other than to Canada, and there's nothing really up there (just kidding to all my Canuck friends.) She's really excited, and I'm excited to be able to raid their house while they're gone Muahaha!

What else has happened since I last wrote? Oh, I spoke to my Grandmother and apparently my step-mother has finally (hopefully) become wise and is thinking about divorcing my Dad. They both have a protective order (which she's already violating . . . dumbass) and he's not allowed on the property. I've been having weird dreams lately about my younger brothers, where because my Dad and his wife are drug addicts, the courts say that I have to raise the boys. Freaks me out. I love the kids to death, but their parents have already screwed them up so much I don't think I could deal with it. That, and going from no kids to a 3 and a 5 year old . . . whew. Lot to deal with. Almost glad it's just a dream. Of course if given the chance I would happily take the boys and raise them . . . but then I'd actually have to deal with my Father. Nope. I'm much happier 800 miles away from him, knowing full well that his affection for me ends with a picture of my Mother staring back at him. I hope when we all die and we're in heaven all together my Mother smacks him for being such a punk ass. That would be funny. Would completely make my eternity.

Oh! Speaking of going from no kids to having kids . . . my friend Ali found out she's pregnant. Another one bites the dust. It's just me and a scarce few left in this babyless pool. Congrats to her and her husband though, she'll make a cool Mom. I worry though about what my kids will turn out like, especially lately while I watch my dogs play with eachother and other dogs. This morning while I had Colossus (my one year old Chihuahua) on my lap playing, Leia (MIL's Pug) kept trying to bite at him, so he turns and snaps her on the mouth. Instantly the two start snapping back and forth playfully and then coming from a running distance, Willow (my 3 year old Pug) rushes up, puts her paws on Leia's side and shoves her. It wasn't like watching two dogs fight or shove on eachother, it was like watching a three year old walk up to another kid and pushing her over and laughing while she cried. My puppies are bullies. They don't bite other dogs, and are never mean to people, but Willow shoves dogs. I've even see her punch Leia in the face with her paw. It's crazy! Are my kids going to be bullies? Maybe this is a sign of things to come. Or maybe I'll have kids and then my bitchy dog will run up, push them over and laugh while they cry.

I don't know why but the past two days I've been in such a pissy mood. I could be like all other chicks and add it all up and blame PMS or some other hormonal inbalance and then cry, but I'm not like that so I'll just stick to the idea that I'm just being a bitch lately. Matt's so far the only one that hasn't completely pissed me off lately, thank God.

Occassionally my aunt goes out of town (like once a month or so) and while she's away I stay at her house and watch her dogs (of which there are usually 8, and at least one is pregnant, and there's almost always at least one or two puppies under 3 months old). She's a dog breeder, and this job is pretty hectic sometimes. You have to know where all 8 dogs are at almost all times. All the girl dogs stay inside the house cause some are pregnant, but you have to separate them in different rooms cause they fight. They have to be let out once an hour or so to use the bathroom. There's a giant dog house (that's heated and has air conditioning, oh, and a second story - I don't kid when I say this thing is giant.) and that's where the boys dogs stay all day long. It also has a door that let's them onto the side of the house. And then there are the puppies which need to be cleaned after all the time. It's a pain, which is why I always get paid for the labor. Even though I don't like dealing with her stupid dogs, I like the time to myself that I get. I like not having to be near other people, and I can sit and spend the weekend completely alone (until Matt gets off work of course).

So last night, I go and pick Matt up from work, and since my aunt Paula paid me in advance I suggest we go grab a bite at IHOP with some of his co-workers. So we get there, and we're having so much fun despite a weirdo guy and his daughter staring at us. I mean really staring. Constantly. It was so annoying I wanted to lean over and say, "Can I fucking help you?" But that wasn't even the most bothersome thing of the night. Each of us ordered, and ten minutes later were informed that something on each of our plates they were out of. Whether it was roast beef, hamburger patties or whatever, they didn't have it. So we changed our order to have it happen AGAIN! When our food finally comes, there's something wrong with each plate. It's either missing something, or somethings, or it's just plain wrong. Or in my case, just plain gross. If it hadn't been for a kind and apologetic waiter, I would have thrown the plate across the room. Eventually they brought over the check, and not a single discount. It took us over an hour to get our food, and then it was so messed up that most of us didn't even eat. We lost it.

So then early this morning Matt's mom calls me at like 8 in the morning, and after staying up dealing with barking dogs all night, that's a bitch. I ignore the call and figure I'll give her a call later on to find out what she wanted. Eventually I do this and I'm told this, "Oh, are you going to be home tomorrow? Because we're having the birthday party." Huh? Birthday party? What birthday party? "Mine and Matt's birthday party." Oh! The birthday party that was cancelled a week ago when they actually had their birthdays. Cancelled because Matt's brother and his wife just couldn't break their schedule (see other posts to understand that story). "You going to be able to make it?" Hmm, am I, and my husband going to be able to make it to his own birthday party, that we didn't even know about, weren't asked about, at last minute. I guess so. Of course, if Paula comes home early and we can get over there in time. "Oh, okay good. So then you need to come home and mop the floor."

WHAT THE FUCK!?! I'm busy working at my aunts house, taking care of 8 dogs while trying to keep her house clean, I have to make sure Matt's uniform gets cleaned and he gets off to work on time, and then I also have to study for an Anatomy and Physiology exam that takes place on Monday! Come home and mop the floor?! What the fuck!? Of course I don't say any of this cause as history has proved, my mother in law would either hang up on me, or cry. And then I'd have to deal with that shit. I say, "I can't come home, Matt has the car today and I'm busy." I'm replied to by an annoying whining sound followed by a scoff. "You can't even come over just real quick to mop the floor?" Ignore the question mark right there, because it wasn't a question, it was an accusation and what it translated into was, "I'm really lazy, but instead of accepting that, I'm just going to insist that you're lazy, and if you question me, I'll probably cry."

I tell her that besides, even if I could leave for a little bit, again, Matt has the car. "I can come and pick you up." I'm now a maid. I'm a maid that gets picked up and brought over to the mansion to clean the house, and then taken back to another job. I feel so insulted. Eventually, I get over it and tell Matt to take me to the house on his way to work, and then his parents can bring me back to Paula's when I'm done. I figure that by the time I get there anyways, they'll have most of the house cleaned, and mopping the floor really isn't that bad, so I should just shut my mouth.

Of course, until I walked through the door and saw that not only was nothing cleaned, but my in laws weren't even HOME! So I took Matt to work cause I didn't know when they'd be back and I had to get back to Paula's immediately. I'm pissed off, and I'm counting the days till we move out of this shit hole. God, I just wanted to have a weekend by myself, in silence, where I could study and read and just take a moment for myself cause I never get one of those. And now I get a chore list that's only purpose is to make sure my sister in law is comfortable, but who gives a shit about the other daughter in law right? Fuck her! That's what they think, that's what they imply when they pull this crap.

Course maybe I am just PMSing and in two days I'll read this and go, "God I'm such a biatch."

So Matt and I got the call this morning, everything (including his criminal record) went through approved and the apartment is ours! I have been doing a happy dance all morning. Of course I had to switch on and off with a worried dance (which kinda looks like I have to pee). I've been trying to figure out bills all morning, and how exactly we're going to be able to pull this off. As much as I'm worried though, a part of me doesn't care just as long as I get the hell out of my inlaws house! I love my husband's parents, and I'd like to keep it that way, so if we live here anylonger it's not going to be candycanes and kittens for much longer.

I got home from school last night, and sitting in the middle of the living room was one of those funky new bikes that looks like a mountain bike had sex with a skateboard. It's like this weird inbred scooter that has to skateboard like things where your feet go, and then they hook up into a bike. No where to sit though, apparently you just stand there and wiggle around and it supposedly moves. As interesting as this contraption looked, I was annoyed because not only did it take up room in the house that they don't have, but it would just end up in the other room with the exercise bike, the mini trampoline, and the treadmill. I think what annoyed me the most though, is that this new little bike cost them $200 bucks and yet they threw a hissy fit over buying their son a video game on his birthday.

I'll never understand my inlaws.

But that's okay cause I won't have to live with them anymore!

So Matt's pug Willow is in heat again, which I find to be hilarious. I have my reasons. A few of them actually. Matt treats this dog like it's his daughter, his precious baby. When I had my Chow mix dog Ozzy, Willow and Ozzy got together and we all (Josh, Megan and I) thought it was hilarious. Matt threw a giant hissy fit and said that my mut took advantage of his innocent baby. I of course made it a point to try and get Willow pregnant and make furry little mutant puppies. It didn't work. We got rid of Ozzy and then got Colossus, my applehead Chihuahua baby. I'll admit, he's my little angel. I love that dog like cake, and I spoil the crap out of him. Anyways, the last time Willow was in heat, Colossus was only about 6 months old, but God bless the little tyke for trying LOL! He'd go at her, and she'd look at him and go, "Are you fucking kidding me?" And then she'd bite him and walk away all snotty like she was too good for my boy! Whore. Anyways, now she's in heat again, and her attitude has changed from "Are you fucking kidding me?" to "I'll take whatever I can get!" But the poor boy is still too tiny. He's a chihuahua for crying out loud, and Willow spends her time laying down, sitting down, and doing any and everything to help him out. He's like a thirteen year old trying to get the courage to get boob action off of his math tutor! It's hilarious. My poor sexually frustrated puppies. Oh, and if you're wondering why I'm trying to breed these two dogs that aren't even of the same breed, it's because Pugs and Chihuahua's make a dog called a Chug. They're adorable, and can actually sell as though they're purebred. It's like mixing blue and yellow and getting green. Everyone likes green . . . or is it purple?

So I've added another issue to my many lists of weird quirks. I dislike dry erase markers. Today in class my professor kept trying to use the black markers on the board. She constantly draws over stuff she's already written and it builds up gunk on the marker cause it just erases what she just wrote. It's annoying, it dries out the markers and then they can't be used. Which, however, does not stop her from using them. We once spent ten minutes wide eyed trying to figure out how to take notes, cause nothing was coming out of the marker but she just kept going as though there were ink there. OMG! So today I finally gave up, walked to the front of the board and started writing for her. Eventually even my magic could not save the markers and I told her that they were dead and she needed new ones. When she let me throw them away it was like Christmas all over again. I have issues. I'm well aware, thank you.

Thankfully Matt's birthday celebration went off well! During the day we had our doubts of course. We finally were able to drop off the application for the apartment, and while we were shopping at the mall, they called and said our credit check was just fine, now all we wait for is the background stuff which should take three to four days to come back. I'm psyched for this! Anyways, Matt and I went to EB where I bought him Rainbow Six Vegas (a videogame for the Xbox 360 which he was promised by his parents) In Matt's family, surprises when it comes to presents are rare. That's because if you tell someone what you want for your birthday, that's what your getting. And even if they've already purchased something for you for said birthday, they'll randomly (and obviously) ask you whether or not you like the item in question, and instantly you know what you've gotten. So all week Matt's mom has gone around saying how she WILL buy this game that he's been dying for. Of course Friday night she comes home and knocks on my door saying, "Did you know that the game he wants is $70!?" I say, "Of course. Most 360 games are around that price." So instead of getting him the game he wanted for the system he plays the most often, she bought a Mario game for the DS Lite, a game he already bought, played, and sold back to the store. So he was a little disappointed. Not much, but after being promised a 24 oz steak he was given a burger.

Speaking of steak . . . . .

For weeks we've been planning a big ol' family outing to a local steak resturaunt called Texas Roadhouse. This place serves the best food I've ever tasted, and I often feel like crying sadly whenever I take the last bite. It's Matt's favourite resturaunt, and on our birthdays, we get a big family dinner at our favourite resturaunt. That's how it's always worked. So Matt and his Mother plan to go there for both of their birthdays on one night since her birthday was a few days earlier (the 16th). Anyways, we tell his mother that we want Joe, our best friend to come along and since Joe gets off at 7pm, that's when we want the reservation to be made for. She says no problem. Then we say that since it's a packed resturaunt, and it's going to be on a Saturday night, she needs to call in WAY ahead. So we get a phone call on Saturday night, at 5pm (When we plan to eat there in two hours) from Matt's mother who says that the soonest we can get to a table would be at 8:30pm. Dur. That's why we said call WAY ahead. We of course have no problem with this since we'll be up until 4 or 5am, but no one else wants to eat that late. So we go through a huge issue about where to eat now. Matt's disappointed of course, so he just nods his head along with whatever his mother says. We recomend three other resturaunts Matt loves, but the first was turned down since it would be too far away for his brother and sister-in-law to drive (course if they ever left on time, they might make it just fine!) the second one is turned down because it's too expensive (of course we agree) and the third is turned down because Matt's mom doesn't like Japanese food. This however is where I give my opinion, "Well it's Matt's birthday." I'm responded to with, "It's my birthday too!" Like an 8 year old being told she can't ride the pony. Gah . . I don't back down though. "No. You're birthday was four days ago when you and Dad actually already went out to dinner, probably to a resturaunt you picked. So I think, for Matt's birthday, he can have what he wants."

She offers a suggestion to another steak resturaunt, and a resturaunt she enjoys, but we don't. We say to call and find out who has the shortest wait time and we'll try and find out if Joe can still come. I of course am pissed at this point, so I call up Texas Roadhouse and ask to reserve a table for 3 (Me, Matt and Joe) for 7ish. Just in case.

Good thing I did too cause Matt's mom called us two minutes later (from the bedroom. Yes, Matt's parents pick up their cellphone, call our cellphone cause the twenty foot walk to the room is just too damn much. I hate cellphones for this reason. I also am bothered that she got an Envy phone, with a keyboard on it, and she doesn't even know how to text... anyways) she calls and says that the resturaunt she wants to go to can get us a table in an hour! Yay! Matt says that he didn't want to go there, and she says, "Well then the steak place can get us in a half hour." !!!!!! I blew a fuse. She actually tried tricking Matt into thinking that we couldn't get in to the steak place. So we settle on the steak place finally, and I go off to take a shower. I am then interupted by Matt who says that five minutes after we settled on a plan, his Dad came to the room and said that everything was canceled cause his brother and sister-in-law can't stay out that late. They. Can't. Stay. Out. After. Eight. Why do you ask? Well they have a two year old who is on a schedule. Don't get me wrong, I get the point of having a schedule for kids, but for God's sake you can unbunch your panties a few times a year to spend some moments with your family! Hell, if the kid gets tired around eight, he'll just fall asleep in a pile of mashed potatoes! So, we're actually happy at this point cause we get to go to the resturaunt I made the reservation at for the 3 of us. That, and now that his parents and self righteous siblings aren't going, Matt can have a beer with his dinner.

We get to the resturaunt and I swear, you get those boys together with a few beers and the night comes alive. We tease, joke and have fun trying to out-eat eachother in steak (they won) and it turned out the table next to us was celebrating their birthday as well. They of course were more annoying about it, so when the waiter came over and shouted, "ATTENTION TEXAS ROADHOUSE CUSTOMERS! IT'S HALEY/CANDY/ASHLEE/BRITNEY'S BIRTHDAY!" To which Joe leans over the booth and shouts, "I don't care!" It was amusing, and embarassing all at once. Good times.

When we finally got to the bar, I got to meet more of Matt's co-workers who are all really good people. We joke, and mess with eachother, and flirt like crazy LOL. Eventually after enough to drink, Joe gets affectionate and starts kissing and hugging on people, and sharing smokes with me which makes me feel better cause I'm the only one at our table smoking and I feel like an asshole. Matt is of course, completely trashed because he's not buying his drinks. Car bombs, beer, ground bombs, jeger bombs, something called a redhot, and a shot of liquid black tar heroine and he was good for the night. One of our friends and Matt's co-worker Lyndsay is a fun drunk too, and gorgeous to boot. She and her fiance' Rory, and best friend MaryAnne came along (Lyndsay and MaryAnne both work with Matt) and we're all having a blast. Lyndsay starts dancing, and laughing saying that she could show us how to properly dance (she actually used to be a cage dancer I think) and starts dancing on her husbands lap, he laughs, pushes her off and Matt says, "Hey, if he doesn't want one, I'll take it." We all laugh. At this point, MaryAnne stands up and yells at Matt saying, "I can't believe you just said that with your wife right there!" She then looks at me and says, "I'll kick his ass for you!" I'm blown away by this cause I could give a crap if Matt flirts with his friends. I flirt with his friends for crying out loud. We always joke with Lyndsay and say that one day she shall be our third. We joke. She knows it. I know it. Matt knows it. Hell! Her husband knows it. It almost killed the buzz in the room.

Karaoke was fun too, especially since I didn't have to move from my seat once. I had Lyndsay run up and grab my mic when my name was called and I stood on my chair and belted out "Bring Me to Life" by Evanescence. Even though it's a duet and I'm by myself, I sing Amy Lee's part and I hope I don't suck. For the rest of the night Matt's friends come over and beg me to sing more, and one even goes so far to say that when I was singing, he thought they had just turned the radio on until he saw the mic in my hand. My ego was filled for the night.

I think the best part of it all though was when Joe snuck off to buy Matt a surprise drink for his birthday. The goob comes back and Matt starts laughing. Yup, the JD and Turk of my life sat there on Matt's 23rd birthday and sipped Appletinis, light on the tini. LOL! They were so cute I had to take pictures with my cellphone, which I still need to figure out how to upload to the internet. By the way, Matt picked the icon I'm using cause I couldn't find a decent appletini icon. Oh, and for once, he didn't vomit after drinking. I'm proud.

(Firstly, the icon I'm using for this post has nothing to do with the entry in general, other than to say how awesome the musical episode of Scrubs was last night. I'm certain one day Matt and Joe will karaoke the song "Guy Love" to eachother. I'll be there laughing when it happens.)

Okay so I've been sick the last few days, which means I stayed home from college and instead of getting anything done like I wanted to, I've pretty much been wallowing in my sickness, laying around and such, which actually makes me annoyed at myself.

Yesterday was a really cool morning. Matt was finally sworn in as an official Peace Officer. He looked so handsome in his uniform. We went to the court where the other officers were waiting to be sworn in as well. Matt invited his parents, who came with camera in tow. I wouldn't have minded so much had I not heard, "Steven!" In a very loud whisper. "Everyone sat down so you can go and take pictures now." Everyone had sat down. They in fact sat down because court had begun. But sure enough my mother in law insisted that we get pictures, so for about ten minutes Matt's Dad looked like a reporter for the Rio Rancho Observer.

They swore the guys in all at once and then called them by name to come and get a certificate thing. We all appropriately clapped when the names were called, and then in that same hushed but loud whisper, you heard "YEAHHH!!!" coming from Matt's Mom when his name was called. I had forgotten for a moment that we were in a court of law. *sigh* Anyways...

So speaking of court, something from the past is wanting to bite us in the ass, so I thought I'd clarify. So we're trying to get this new apartment which we're both in love with, and we're going to go drop the application of tomorrow. But as I'm filling it out I'm reading the fine print and realise we might be screwed. It says: If anyone meets the following criteria, the application will be automatically declined. And then it gives you a list of things like: Crime involving gang related arrests, violent offenders, or theft. Here's where it gets all sticky. When Matt and I first got married, we frequently visited a local comic book shop in the mall a short walk from our apartment. We had only been married like 2 months when this happened. The lady who owned the shop liked to talk to her customers like they were retarded, which pissed Matt off cause he's been collecting comics for the better part of his life. And here's a big old fat chick telling him how to hold it, or properly board and bag the damn thing. Hell, she was so condesending that it pissed me off! So Matt and I have had words with her before. She didn't like us, we didn't like her, but frankly when it came to comics, we had few other options.

So we go to the mall one night, Matt was looking for a really cool book that had come out the week previous, and I was in no mood to deal with the comic book lady, so I went walking through a pet store only like 50 feet away. The layout of the comic shop was stupid. The register was at the very front of the store, right up against the gate that you pull down when you close. So if people wanted to stand in line, they nearly had to walk outside of the store to do so. But of course they couldn't, because the alarms would go off. Dur. So Matt's standing in line, just inside the store, and there's about five people in front of him. (It was a Wednesday when brand new comics come out. Busy, busy days.) So he's got the book in his hand and notices that this woman isn't even ringing people up, she's bullshitting around with the guy at the register. So, pissed off, Matt turns to go put the book away so he can leave. But, the position of the line, and the racks and shelves and crap in the store, made Matt have to go around the guy in front of him, which made him walk outside the store about a foot. Alarms went off and this lady starts screaming, "Security! Security!" Matt tells her he was trying to put the book back, but then suddenly she points to two of her employees and says, "You saw him steal that right!?" They all nod their drone little heads and Matt rolls his eyes, drops the book on the counter, and walks off.

This is about where I came back into the picture. I started walking out of the petstore when I see this scrawney little comic shop worker girl rush up and grab my husband by the arm and give a good tug. No way could she have hurt him, and it was kind of funny to watch her try, but the fact that some strange girl was trying to violently put her hands on my husband? I don't fucking think so. I walked over, gave her a good shove, and that was about when the police showed up. No one pressed charges against me thank God, cause I might have made them worth it in the end. But the lady who owned the shop wouldn't drop it. The cops took us each aside, getting our story, and then sighed walking back to get hers. Finally, the Sherrif showed up and said, "Look, she's not dropping charges. She does this alot to people and she will take you to court. I don't know if she'd be able to prove anything cause there's no cameras in the shop, but she won't drop this and you will end up in court and you'll need an attorney."

An attorney!? We were 19 and 20 years old and had just gotten married. I had quit my job only two weeks prior to this to be a housewife, and Matt didn't get paid much as it was. We freaked. The Sheriff then had a solution, "Look, if you admitt to taking it, whether you did or not, she won't be able to take you to court because you'll plead guilty and I'll just have to give you a ticket right now. It's just a ticket, like a parking ticket or speeding ticket. And you'll spend ALOT less on that than you would on court fees."

So Matt did it. Took the ticket, flipped the chick off and we went home. A few weeks later we called the place to pay the stupid ticket and suddenly they said that we didn't have a ticket, we had a court summons. We were tricked. Matt had to go to court, still plead guilty cause he already had on paper in front of the Sheriff, and now we had to pay hundreds of dollars in fines, Matt had to take a Criminal Thinking class, and he now has a Class B Misdemeanor "Retail Theft" on his record. It was why it took him so long to get a job when we moved back to New Mexico. And now, I'm reading on the application for a beautiful apartment and we're going to be automatically declined.

So Matt calls the apartment, explains what happened and they said that if it even shows up on the background check, all they need is something from the court saying he served his sentence. Thank God!

On other bad news, I find out last night that one of my good friends lost her Mother to breast cancer. She had been undergoing treatment for a year and almost came away from it fully recovereds, but then they found it in her spine and gave her a few months to live. We were told this about a week before Christmas when they came over to exchange gifts with us. Turns out though, since we haven't talked to them in about a month, that her Mother passed on Christmas Eve. I can't imagine what her family is going through. Breaks my heart.

Despite bad news, we're going to try and have a good time tomorrow when we celebrate Matt's 23rd birthday. The family is going out to Texas Roadhouse, the best steak place in the world! And afterwards, all of our friends are going to Sneakers where we had Joe's birthday not a week ago LOL! It was fun, and hopefully will be this time around as well.

Might not seem like that big of a deal to anyone else, but to myself who cannot live without background music of something or another, driving a car 30 minnutes back and forth from school everyday (and 25 minutes back and forth twice to pick up and drop of DH at work) all without a stereo in the car? It's pure hell. Makes me give in to road rage, notice more things that annoy me on the road, and frankly, I just get so bored. Bored enough that I even made my own ballad versions of Metallica that one day I'm sure I'll end up singing on American Idol.

But it finally happened! We finally got our stereo installed today!

Last night I thought it would never happen though. When the inlaws bought us the stereo for Christmas, said they got it at Best Buy and the installation would be free, I was excited. I then spent the next two/three weeks on the phone with Best Buy trying to get an appointment to get the stupid thing done. First they told me that they were booked up all week, and they only booked out one week in advance, so to call back next Sunday to make an appointment for Monday. It sounded stupid, but I did it anyways and the reply I got was, "Umm, we're booked up throughout the week." Yeah, that's what I thought. *sigh* So I eventually booked the appointment for last night at 7:00pm cause I knew DH and I would both be able to go.

So we're heading out the door, and realise that the free installation receipt isn't in the box like inlaws said, and so we stop by their room to snag it. But there's something funny on the reciept. A little logo that reads "CIRCUIT CITY!" across it.

"You got this at Circuit City?"

"Huh? I guess we did. Oops."

I stormed out of the room amidst the appologies and "That's my fault"s going around the room. So I had to call and cancel the appointment with Best Buy that took me three weeks to get in the first place, call Circuit City to book an appointment, which they never answered the phone, so that was fun. Eventually we just drove down to Circuit City, and I walked up to the counter:

Me: "I got a stereo for Christmas that I need installed."
Sales Guy: "When do you want it installed?" As though I actually had options this time.
Me: "When're you available?"
Sales Guy: "We're booked up," Here it comes . . . "This evening, but we're open every day, all day for the rest of the week."

:22:

Are you !@#$ing kidding me?

Sales Guy: "If you don't mind me asking, why'd you take so long to get this installed? Normally people are in here the day after Christmas."
Me: "We thought they bought it at Best Buy."
Sales Guy: "Well that was your first mistake." Followed by a wink, I believe.

So, yay stereo but I was still pissed off about the whole night, and the three weeks I spent on the phone to the apparent potsmokers at Best Buy, so I downed my sorrows and stresses in a glass of Olive Garden Sangria, which is heaven to me.

Matt and I were stopped at a red light on our way to our best friends birthday party at a karaoke bar downtown. The light turned green and our car stalled (for literally about 3 seconds, no more) and just as we're trying to restart the car, a teenager rammed into the back of us. The impack knocked the breath out of me and both of us feel bruised, but other than that nothing broken or anything. Matt called 911 and while he's doing this, the girl comes up to the car, and I quote:

"So umm, there's like no damage or anything, so can I like go or something?"

My mouth hit the floor. Matt told her that he was on the phone reporting the accident whether there was damage or not. And luckilly, there wasn't. Cops get there and while we're in the ambulence getting checked out just in case, we overhear her tell the cops outside, "Well it turned green and I thought they were gonna go, so like, I just went."

I doubt she got a ticket cause Matt overheard her flirting with the officer and he flirted back. Anyways, I had taken the insurance card out of the glovebox to get the number so I could call and make a payment. So we got a ticket for not having insurance but the officer said she'd rip it up if we just called dispatch that night with our policy number, which we did once we drove away from the accident.

Eventually we did get to the bar and had the best time ever. Matt's been friends with Joe since they were like ten years old. The boys sang "Wonderboy" by Tenacious D which was memorable to all three of us. (We're big fans of the D) and then a drunken Joe sang "Redneck Woman" with me.

I almost wanted to drink more than I did but I was the driver and four hours at the bar and after only a few sips here and there of my own drink, and then food I was sober as could be. The boys on the other hand were amusing as heck! We went to IHOP and watched Joe attempt to eat chocolate chip pancakes without making a mess. It didn't happen. But he did make himself a fort with the syrup bottles and a menu.

I love those boys so much. They're too cute together. Eventually we went back to Joe's to crash, and I watched the boys play Guitar Hero II for an hour or so. Joe and I kept going outside to have a smoke here and there and got to talking. I told him that he's not just Matt's best friend, he's also mine. We actually got into deep conversations, the three of us (Matt eventually joined in) and it was almost like seeing the future happen right in front of us. We're always going to be best friends. When Matt and I have kids, they're going to have Uncle Joe, and I hope we're similar to his eventual kids.

One thing is obvious, 22 is a hard age. It's an age where you don't really know what you're doing and you have troubles deciding whether to take a risk and live out your dreams, or sell out because you need the money. We talked alot about what we want to do in life, and moreso about what we don't want to do. About how much we treasure our friendships and connections with people, and how we're all family. I also lectured Joe about the type of woman he's allowed to eventually marry. She needs to be just like me. She can't be too conservative or I'll go crazy. Especially this last year, it feels like it's really been the three of us. We all joke, and have fun, and sometimes, after enough beer and chocolate chip pancakes we get emotional and deep with eachother.

So yeah, bad night turned into a really good night. So I'm happy.

We've been wanting to move out lately, and the other day we found out that a friend of a friend needs to leave her apartment before the lease runs up and needs someone to take over it. It's the cutest apartment I've ever seen, and I want it so bad. It's not that my inlaws are bad people, quite the contrary, they've helped us this past year more than I can repeat, but slowly, I'm just dying here. I need my own home (or apartment) and I need my space. I'm stuck in a tiny bedroom that serves both as a living room, office, bedroom and library on occassion. Not to mention it's also a gym since my workout stuff has no where else to go.

But then Matt came home from work last night afraid that he's about to lose his job. He got into an argument with one of his superiors and it didn't end well. The sup kept bringing up personal things and then would repeat, "it's not personal, it's business." Matt said he really thought they were going to fire him. I'm stressed because with everything we have going right now, I don't know if I'd be able to pick up a job. That, and Matt has such a hard time finding a job, and with us wanting to get into this apartment neither of us can afford to make any mistakes. I know he hates this job, and I wish he could just quit. It's sad. He hates hi job and I hate my living situation. One of my friends at school has been able to calm me down a small bit. She says that things will slowly fall into place. I still can't help being stressed.

So yesterday Matt kept telling me how he really felt like calling in sick, since it would be his first day back to work after his regular days off, I said he shouldn't cause they've been cracking down on people who call off in conjunction with days off. So he went. I get a phone call from his work (Not his cell phone which usually means he left it at home) He tells me that when all the officers got into the facility, the administrators and such made them dump out their backpacks and pockets and they took EVERYTHING that wasn't facility given. Cellphones, DS games, PSPs, books, magazines, . . . just everything. I wouldn't be so bothered by this if they had said, "And you'll get it back afterwork." I get why sometimes the boys can't play with their stuff on duty . . . they're working afterall. But the backpack can infact just be to store things. Instead, the admins said, "You can come pick the stuff up tomorrow." Tomorrow!!!!??? How am I supposed to get a hold of my husband after work when he doesn't have his cell on him? What if there was an emergecy? Apparently we should call the facility to talk to our boys, but the last time I tried calling the front desk, I was misdirected twice, disconnected three times and was given attitude by every single person that picked up the phone. It took about fifteen minutes total to talk to my husband.

I was furious. So furious I even left home early and got to school and hour before class was supposed to start. So I hung outside and made a point to call a friend of mine who's husband also works there and told her the story. She freaked out more than I did, which I'll admit was kinda funny. She's not one to ever really curse or yell and hearing her scream "Those Motherfuckers!" into the phone made me a little happy inside. LOL!

On a better note, I passed my CPR final and just about died trying to do it. I had to perform CPR on an adult dummy, a child and a baby. It's hard because as lifelike as the manikins look, it's not a human and sometimes you must treat it as a human and other times you must treat it like a manikin. For instance, I apparently wasn't giving enough breathes during the rescue breathing, which meant I wasn't tilting the head back far enough. To properly tilt the head back on the dummy, you actually lift back so far that it's shoulders come up off the ground. DO NOT DO THIS TO A HUMAN! Cause sure enough when I tilted the thing back enough to get the air in there, it looked like a guy with a broken neck, begging me to stop breathing down his lungs. CPR is exhausting, and other than the good feeling I'd get by saying "I saved someone's life!" I hope I never ever have to perform it. It's hard.

Course it might have been easier had I not gone out and smoked two cigarettes on break. Whatever.