Bloggin' In The Bathroom

Alright, so I know that my schedule is a little different from 'normal' people's. I work from 4 p.m. till midnight, so my sleeping pattern is slightly altered. I understand and accept that.

So, tonight, at 2 a.m., I am sitting in my friend Shannon's bathroom floor, bloggin' because I can't sleep.

It's great.

See, I'm down in Raleigh this weekend for Kat's wedding. (She's not bloggin' about it, which is strange.) But anyway, everyone is in town. Kim and Johnathan came in from 'Bama, which is cool, cause I haven't seen them in months.

The apartment is one bedroom, which means people sleep on the floor. Kim and John are on an air mattress in the living room and I'm sleeping on the couch.

But I'm not sleeping.

I'm sitting in the bathroom floor, bloggin'.

It's awesome.

Other than that, I got nothing. My life is pretty boring. I work, I go home, I sleep, I wake up, I work out, I clean up and I go back to work.

Repeat, repeat, repeat.

Last week, I work seven days in a row. Good lord it was horrible.

But for now, I'm bloggin' in the bathroom floor.

At least I'm not drunk. (Or maybe I should be?)

I'm gone.

So This Is Christmas.......

And it was great!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I had so much fun this year, aside from the fact that I had to work on Christmas Eve and didn't make it to my Granny Florence's on time and missed everyone.

Anyway, Christmas Day we went back to Granny Florence's and ate lunch. There were a lot of people there that I hadn't seen in a while, so it was nice to catch up with my family again. Granny wasn't doing so well. She was really confused about who everyone was and why they were there and she was very overwhelmed at the amount of people. She got really upset and was beginning to cry and it broke my heart.

After that, I went to Mama and Poppa's house and got my New Year's present. It was to naughty to be associated with Christmas. Anyway.....moving on.

Next was Mom and Dad's. It was great. We just open gifts, sat around and talked and played Guitar Hero III.

It rocks.

Then we went to Granny Sis's house and had dinner and dessert with Mr. and Mrs. Smith. It was really nice to just sit around and talk and be with my family without a lot of hassle.

Then I came home, played Guitar Hero till 5:30 a.m. and went to work.

Exciting I know, but hey, it was a great Christmas.

I'm gone.

Quiet Time

Well, it's quiet time here at my house.

I've gotten no phone calls, no text messages, no e-mails, not anything in the past week.

Last Saturday was a bit hairy. The stupid boy sent a text message to a wrestling friend and asked how long we had been dating.

I've only met the friend three times.

He lives 8 hours away.

How have we been dating?

The friend tried to set him straight, but he wasn't hearing it. He told the friend that he had heard all about it from another friend and knew what was going on. There was much yelling and argument and in the end, the friend told him to get over it or get lost.

Last Sunday was quiet too.

Until about 6:00 p.m.

The stupid boy called the wrestling friend and told him he was going to take a bunch of pills. The friend, being the good person that he is, called and texted me to try to help. Finally, once he had called the stupid boy, the stupid boy told him that everything was fine.

I explained to the friend that this was one of his ploys to gain sympathy. Needless to say, the friend was pissed!

When I got home from Church, I had two messages on my house phone from the stupid boy. It was something about the hospital and getting help. I wasn't really listening, I was clearing off the answering machine. I forgot about it.

I go about my day, and Monday evening, I get a call from a hospital in Hickory. They tell me that I have a phone call from the stupid boy. I ask why but the lady transfers the call anyway. I talk to him for like 5 minutes, long enough for him to lie and tell me that he checked himself in to get help and that he wants to be my friend and needs to talk to me to help him out. I told him no and told him not to call me anymore and hung up.

Later that evening, I got another call and a message giving me a number to call to get a patient code so that I could contact him. I used that number to call on Tuesday morning to tell them not to let him call me ever again.

So, that's when it got quiet.

Up until today. Apparently the stupid boy is out of the hospital.

He called me, using a restricted number, and didn't leave a message. I sent some text messages out to warn people about him calling them. I have it on good authority that he's told a couple of different stories about why he was in the hospital in the first place.

Other than that, I haven't heard from the stupid boy. I hope to never ever hear from him again, but I couldn't get that lucky.

Does anyone have the number for the witness protection program?

That's it.

I'm gone

Just....yeah

So, since the last time we've talked, I dated someone.

His name was Joel Williams. He started out nice enough. He was sweet, charming, cute and all the things that you look for in a boyfriend.

We dated for three months. Things were good. We had our problems, yes, like most couples, but after a while, things just got to be to much. We were fighting all the time over the same problems. He never listed to me, he never always thought he knew what I was thinking, overall he just was very selfish and self centered.

Well, I told him that I couldn't be with him anymore because I just couldn't take it anymore. This was on Thursday, November 30th. He came up to the house to get the rest of his things and we ended up talking. I explained that I needed time to decide what I wanted to do. He told me that was fine and that we could do that.

This is when the fun started.

He went into the bathroom, came out, and went into the guest room to get in bed. I told him to set an alarm so he could get up for work in the morning. He told me that he only hoped that he could wake up because he had taken 4 Vicadin and was going to kill himself because he couldn't live without me.

I got a little worried because he was getting really sleepy and incoherant, so I called his parents. His Dad told me that he wouldn't worry about him because he did this sort of thing to get attention. That didn't make me feel any better, so I went back to talk to Joel about going to the hospital. He finally agreed and we got there about 5:30 a.m. on Friday morning.

After about an hour of waiting and a blood test later, the Doctor told him that he didn't have enough of the drug in his system to so anything but make him sleepy. He sent him home to sleep it off and feel better.

Needless to say, I was pissed.

We came back to the house and I went to sleep. I didn't want to talk to him, I didn't want to look at him, I didn't want to be in the same room with him. When I did wake up, I had to get ready for work because it was so late.

He tried to apologize. He played our song and wanted to dance with me. I pushed him away and finished getting ready. Then I finally did look at him and tell him that I was done and that he needed to get away from me.

So, I left the house and went to work. On the way there, I got several text messages from him, telling me that he had more pills and he was going to take them and get drunk. He asked several times if I would be mad at him if he took them. Of course I told him yes, but that I couldn't come home so that we could discuss it.

During work, he called a could of times to tell me he was going to go drink with his friends. I didn't answer him, I figured it was all an attempt to get my attention again. There were more drunken text messages from him.

Then I got home.

He called me from the bar, asking me if I will come pick him up because he doesn't want to drive drunk. I refused. I mean, I'm not going to pick him up espically after what happened earlier that morning. He drove home anyway, texting me to tell me that he had gotten pulled over and the cop had taken his keys. Anyway, I told him I wasn't going to pick him up from anywhere.

Well, he called my phone, crying, telling me that he had to walk 16 miles back to his car and that it was cold and that he was drunk and he needed me. I refused him again. Then I stopped answering my phone. He sent me a text telling me that he was coming to my house. I told him not to and he got mad, thinking that I was either going to be at someone else's house or that I was going to have someone here.

Anyway, when he gets here, I refuse to let him in. That's when he started crying on the front porch, begging me to let him in, telling me that he had nowhere else to go because his parents had kicked him out because he was drunk. I still told him that I wasn't letting him in.

Now here's where it gets good.

He starts crying about how he's going to have to sleep in his car, and it's 28 degrees and he's going to freeze to death. So, I gathered his things, put them in a bag, and put that and two blankets on the back porch. I called him and told him what I had done and to be warm.

That's when he started to kick the doors and the walls and yelling at me to let him in. The first punch that he threw against the backdoor, I called 911 and told them there was a drunken fool on my porch that needed to be removed. They promised to send someone out and to just stay inside and not let him in. (Duh. That was a no brainer.)

It takes about 20 minutes for the sheriff's deputy to get here and during this time, he hasn't stopped yelling, and kicking, so I call my cousin who lives across the highway, just incase he does break into the house. She and her husband wake up, and she talks to me until the police do show up.

Now, during all this, he's still on his rampage outside. I hear him walk around the house, and threaten to kick a dent in my truck. I still don't go outside because I'm not going to be manipulated like that. Then, like an idiot, he hits the air conditing unit that's attached to my house. He started moaning, telling me that he's broken his arm and he needs help. I just tune him out and wait for the cops.

Finally, the police show up. He drives up the road beside the house, with his searchlight on. He sees Joel outside, still rampaging, and turns around in the road to come to the house. Joel spots him and jumps in his car, trying to get away from him.

The policeman stops him, just before he gets out of the driveway. When Joel finally gets out of the car, he's yelling that the cop can't do anything to him, because he's a cop too. After a while, he calms down enough so that they can get the handcuffs on him. This is the time that he decides to rush the cop. Well, lets just say he ends up face down in the dirt.

Finally, they get him in the car and take him down to the station. I get calmed down and get comfy on the couch. About 30 minutes later, my phone rings. It's him, calling to see if I will come pick him up and bring him back to his car.

Of all the nerve! I realize right here and now that he's got balls the size of grapefruits!!!!!!!

Anyway, I refuse to pick him up anywhere. He has a friend call amd beg me to pick him up. I explain the situation to her and she agrees with me.

So, finally, I get to sleep. I wake up the next morning, planning on not thinking about him at all. I call Heather and the parents and let them know what's going on. Mom stops by to hug me and then she goes on to Granny's.

Not 20 minutes after she leaves, Joel pulls up in the driveway! He knocks on the door, but I don't answer it. He leaves a card on the back door and goes away.

For a day, I don't hear a thing from him. Then, he calls, he text, and he has a friend call to try to fix everything. I tell him, for the second time, that there is no chance that we're going to get back together.

All this week, I've gotten text, I've gotten calls, and he's gotten three of his friends to call me and try to get me to listen to reason. I finally talked to him today. He promised that things would be different this time. He said that he would know that when I said something, that's what I meant. So I told him that I didn't want to see him anymore. He told me that I didn't mean that.

So anyway, that's the story. He's already got our new relationship planned out. He has a schedule worked out for when we'll see each other. He knows how many times we'll call each other during the week. Then, he even knows when he'll be allowed to start staying at my house again.

I can't make him understand that I'm done. I was done before all the stuff with the pills and the drunken rage and after those nights, I was really done. Any ideas on how to make him understand?

Help would be appreciated.

I'm gone

The Greatest Weekend Ever!!!

Ok, I will officially say that this was the greatest weekend ever!

Let's start with Friday, shall we?

Work wasn't great. One of the color units broke on the press so we had five pages that were in color to start with, but they had to go to black and white in the final paper. That wasn't good.

Anyway, I left there and Josh called. He and Jason were at Ivan's and wanted me to come by. So, of course, I did. I mean, I can't leave Josh hanging can I? So, I stopped in to hang out. Michael, our favorite bouncer, was outside so I ran up to hug him. He picked me up so I wrapped my legs around his waist and was talking to him. So, I went inside to grab a drink.

A few minutes later, he came in and sat down. He told me that his girlfriend, Adrian, was upset. Someone had told her that he had a cute blonde straddling him outside. Well, she came in and I told her that it was just me. Funny thing, she was ok with that.

Ron was working the bar, so I went and sat with him and talked. It was nice to catch up with him and see how happy he is now that he's not working at the VP.

I ordered another drink and sat down at the table with Josh, Jason, Michael and Melanie. We're sitting around, talking trash to each other. Well, the bar turns the lights out on us. That's their way of saying get out.

So, we move on to Saturday. I had thrown the idea out to Rodney and the boys about having a cookout at my house Sunday. So I had to go into town to get some things. Captain Morgan, Margarita mix, you know the like. I came home and got a quick shower so that I could go with Mom and Dad, Heather and Bryan for Mom's birthday dinner. We went to Ruby Tuesdays in Hickory. After that, we went shopping, cause that's what they do. I did get two movies, Monty Python's Quest for the Holy Grail and The Comedy Central Roast of William Shatner.

We got home and Rodney and the guys called. They were going to JC to the Electric Cowboy, but had to go on a fire and ended up going to Ivan's. So, I rode down with them. We didn't drink all that much, we just sat around and talked and watched the UFC fight on TV. (Chuck Liddell got beat! I would have lost money on that one) There had been some minor arguments on and off all night, but most of the people that had been involved were already gone. So, the bouncer head on home like 15 minutes early.

Now, Rodney, Josh and I are talking to Mama (our waitress) and settling our bills. People are making their way outside and then all of a sudden we hear a really loud noise and people shouting. We look up and right at the door, three guys are beating the crap out of another guy. Well, my boys jump right in and start breaking it up.

Apparently, the three guys had been asking the one guy, Joey, to find a seat all night because he was blocking the television. He had been running his mouth all night to them and they were the ones that the bouncers had been watching all night.

So, he followed them outside and said something to them and they all came back in and decided to put a stop to it. And they did. What Joey didn't know was that these guys are almost the the level of UFC fighters.

I have never seen so much blood in all my life. Jason and Josh are grabbing people, trying to pull them off, Rodney is clearing the area so no one gets hurt to much and Vince comes running from the back with a rake. I was standing behind the podium where they take money and I got splattered with blood. When it finally broke up, the potted plant near the door was broken, Joey and his wife were covered in blood, along with most of those who were trying to break them up. The three guys were gone and the cops were on their way.

I went to wash the blood off of me and Josh ended up in the bathroom with me. We were cleaning up and talking about how cool a fight it was, but I mean, it was still intense. So, we go back outside and head home.

I swear, this fight was just crazy. Joey was hurt and hurt bad. His face looked like he'd been drug behind a car for a few miles. His shirt was ripped, he was bruised and cut and bleeding and still he was running his mouth about revenge on the guys that beat him up. Even the cops said that he shouldn't be saying things like that in front of them.

What a way to end a night right?

Well, it gets better.

We get back to my house and the guys leave. I get ready for bed and grab my computer cause I'm going to blog about the fight while it's still fresh in my mind. My cell phone buzzes that I have a text message. I flip up the phone and the text is nothing but someone cussing me up one side and down the other. It's some girl asking why my number is on her man's phone and that it will not be on there again. I sent her a text saying that we were just friends and that he had been texting me and not the other way around. She sent me another message telling me that I wasn't nothing to him anymore. I sent one back saying that was fine and asking who she was.

She calls me.

Yeah, calls me and says that I'm nothing to him anymore and the next time she sees me at Ivan's she's going to kick my butt. I tell her to back up because I'm not doing anything with her man and she doesn't even know me. But she continues to tell me that I'm going to carry a whuppin'. I just brushed her off and told her she was crazy. I hang up and call Rodney to tell him about it, then I call Michael and let him know what happened. While I'm talking to him and Adrian, the boy calls and apologizes for his baby mama.

Eh. I think it's all stupid girl drama anyway.

Alright, let's move on to Sunday.

I wake up early and go down to Hick's Chapel Church for decoration. I stopped and got Mom's flowers for Grandaddy and the little baby's grave. Heather, Bryan and I were there for a little while before we left to go to our separate churches.

After church, me, Mom, Dad and Jeff went to get something to eat. We went to the new Greek/Italian/American resturant in town. It was really good. (I'm actually hungry now.)

We came back to Mom and Dad's and I read and watched TV for a while before church. I went back to church and then drove to Rodney's to give him back his car. (I've been driving it while Dad got my truck fixed.)

We went to Wal-Mart and got stuff for the cook-out. My phone had buzzed with another text message so I answered it. My 'parents' Cindy & Curt asked if we wanted to move the party to their house.

Well, of course we did.

We got there and cooked some hamburgers and hot dogs. Now, you must remember, I've already had a few. (You've got to love Captain Morgan and Sprite.) Jason and Josh had brought three 12 packs and I brought tequilla and margarita mix.

We sat on the back deck and drank and drank and drank and drank.

The 12 packs didn't last that long.

Neither did the margaritas we mixed up.

And did I mention the Hot Tub on the back deck?

I didn't? Wow. Must have slipped my mind. Ok, so Michael, Jason and I were the only ones to get in. There is a rule in the tub. No swim suits. It changes the pH in the water and clogs up the filters. Yes, yes, I was naked in the hot tub with two men.

It was awesome.

So, I decide to get out of the tub. I put my suit back on and jump out. With a gleam in my eye, I run over and sit on Dad's lap and get him soaking wet.

He's laughing, but all the time, he's telling me that I need to get wet again and sit in Mom's lap. Well, I'm not one to disobey my parents. Dad, Mom and Rodney were soaking wet by the time I go finished with them.

After that, we just talked and drank. Finally, around 3ish the folks told us they were going to bed so we needed to leave. We got our stuff together and left.

Rodney brought me home and we cleaned up the kitchen a little and then watched a little TV. He left after about 20 minutes.

So, this has been the best weekend ever. We are going to try to party with my 'parents' at least once a month. We're even talking about taking them with us on trips and to other bars that we go to.

It's great to be able to party with your Mom and Dad isn't it?

I'm gone.

FINALLY!

It finally happened folks!

My sister is remarried!

May 19th was the big day. She married Bryan Greene at 5:30 in the afternoon. We were standing on a mountain in Little Switzerland, overlooking the McDowell county valley and the Blue Ridge Mountains. It was amazing and stunning.

She looked so beautiful it was sickening. I mean, the first wedding was pretty, but this was beautiful. The sky was an amazing shade of blue, the grass was green, the birds were signing and everything was just perfect. God couldn't have made a better day for the wedding!

There was only family there and close friends. Overall, there couldn't have been 45 people. The service was about 10 minutes long. We walked away from the altar and had a line to talk to everyone. They took a few pictures and then they were gone. We cleaned up and that was it.

Jerm and Shan were up here so, they, Rodney, Jason and I went to Ivan's to drink and celebrate. My adopted parents were there and we had a great time! I mean it, things were freakin' awesome. I did drop a Josh tab on Ivan's but, that just made it that much better!

Well, that's about all the news that fit to print. I'll post pics of the wedding soon.

I'm so glad that she's happy and out of my house.

I'm gone.

Hanging Out

Well, last Wednesday I started coughing. It was just a nagging, back of the throat cough, so I didn't think all that much about it.

Saturday, I wasn't feeling good, which really sucked because it was Rodney's birthday. I headed over to his house to pick him up. We went up to Josh's and from there we went to eat at Boyd's. It was really fun, because when Josh, Rodney and I get together, it's a party!

We went back to Josh's and sat around. I swear, for the people that think I'm a bad influence on small children, they should have been at that house Saturday night. I drank one beer, and everyone played Dance Dance Revolution. That was the funniest thing in the whole world. Rodney just sat and laughed at us. There were only 4 beers drank that night. We are such drunks! After that, we watched Child's Play and the first four episodes of The OC.

When Rodney and I left that morning, it was snowing. I mean, a lot. Bandana was solid white when we got there. I came home and went directly to bed because I felt so horrible.

We didn't have church Sunday, which was a bummer, but it did give me a chance to rest. I slept in and then went to Granny Florence's to hang with Mom, Jeff, Brian, Selena and Whitney. Granny was in the bed because she wasn't feeling good.

After that, I went up to Mom and Dad's to watch the ACC Women's Championship game. Come to find out, Mom and Dad's cable service didn't carry the game, so Mom and I came back to the house to watch it. Carolina won! 3 years in a row! Then we went back up to her house so we could all watch the Carolina/Duke game. Carolina won! Yay!

Monday, I woke up and I was sick. I mean, the cough was worse and my nose was so stuffy. I went to work anyway, even though I didn't feel like even being out of bed. I worked all night and came home and basically collapsed in bed I was so worn out.

Tuesday, I got up and went to the Doctor's. I have some sort of virus cause by a strand of bacteria. (That's according to the Doctor.) He gave me three types of medicine and told me to stay at home.

And that's where I am right now. I'm out of work until tomorrow. It's nice to have a few days just to rest. My cough medicine makes me all dizzy and sleepy. I swear, it's just like being drunk.

I'm going to go lay down now.

I'm gone.