Well the last few days have been on the eventful side. Won't get into it all, but here's the recap. Yesterday Jackie, Megan, Heidi, and I went out. We partied it up like gangstas. Ok, well we might not have partied like gangstas, but we pretended to be with Bryce's pimp Explorer with leather seats, music going on full, leaning back in the seats, cup out the window, and of course the hip hop lifestyle attitude. Oh yah, you know you want us. Good times.
Today I spent my morning talking to our Washington house guests. They are pretty good house guests too. They rolled in like at 2am Friday night and made themselves at home. Then Saturday they went to Disneyland and rolled in at about 3am. They are headed to the First OV tomorrow. I have the Washington GWA, Fidelity, and the Rep to CA. Now you might think that's why I am totally alive, alert, awake, enthusiastic, but let me share why.
This afternoon I worked at the Strawberry Festival in the pizza booth for the Boys and Girls Club. Not really tiring, but when I got home I wandered around the house for a while and then layed down just for a little bit at 6:30ish pm. (Crap, just checked caller ID, SORRY Crystal! I'm sad, that's who I was waiting for tonight to play with!) Yah well, long story short, I woke up just before 3am and greeted our guests after they got a little settled. Then I layed down in the living room to talk and cuddle with Nancy and Harold. So my little nap turned into a killed Saturday night. So I am horribly awake at 3:45am without a thing to do or a friend in the world.
Ok, I feel better that I got all that out and went to work and have sat back down again. Blah.. but I wasn't really mad at you Nicole, really. I know you know how I feel... seriously, all three of us (my sisters and I) have people we met maybe once, walking up to us and trying to talk to us about stuff we barely even mentioned to my mom. Damn, I think that's why I'm good at talking to total strangers about things because I have to do it ALL THE TIME! I mean what do you say to someone that you are stuck in a room with that says to you... so you have an eating problem? I don't have one, but it's the only example I could come up with. But anyway, I'm over it, she'll never change.
I think I have figured out why the hell I don't like talking to my mom about things... she goes and tells everyone everything the first chance she gets! Just makes me mad and want to close up even more. Nikki, I know you are just trying to help... but when I don't know details, and I give you sketchy ones, and then you tell mom, you know what mom turns it into. Just makes me so frustrated... is it really necessary for her to tell her friends... "Tricia got burned before," or "Tricia is finally growing up." Yah, it might not look like I'm growing up, but maybe that's because I can't sit down and have a decent conversation without her telling everyone and their brother. And please save comments saying, well you do need to grow up blah blah blah or defending my parents. I really don't care too much to hear it at this point, and I have heard it all before. Now if you have funny, nosey, butting in parent stories, now those, I would love to hear.
Tonight was a good night. Totally worth staying up so late on a "work night." Went out to our local bar Silky's to have a celebetory drink. When ever we go there we always talk about how we should find a closer local bar, but when we get there, we remember why we love it so much... Jack and Cokes that we can practically see through. :o) Went out with Bella Noche. My favorite sidekick in the world. Some reason on any given night we can tell anyone we are sisters and we share the same blood. Now we don't think we look that much like sisters, but when you add a bunch of drunk guys into the equation, anything gets past them. I've noticed I get a bit "sassy" when I'm drinking too. Well that's what everyone tells me. You think I'm sarcastic and blunt when I'm sober... well I love it when cocky guys think they can out witt me. It's hilarious. I made yet another guy eat his words and walk away tonight. I thought Bella was going to kill me but...
her - "I haven't had an issue with you yet, but if I do, I'll kick you under the table. I haven't yet, and I don't think I ever will."
I'm just great entertainment. I miss going out all the time. Damn 7a. It's all good. I made friends with Billy for the second time since St. Paddy's Day. He's a regular... and a convicted felon... yah, I know, quality. But he's a super nice guy and emailed that picture of us over there on the left. Ok, I don't know what else to say at the moment, but sleep is overrated... well I say that now, but I'll feel it in the morning.
Ok, I know what else to say... I went into the bathroom and they still have the unsung hero ad. Just thought I would share. :o) Good night too all and blah blah blah.
Went to see Shrek 2 tonight with Scoots... mental note, "Massive Transformation," NOT "Masterbation." So hard to hear in those fancy movie theaters these days...
Well today I experienced two work firsts.
1. I wore shorts today. Yah, I know... even when it was in the 90s I hadn't whipped out the shorts. I thought about it this morning in the shower and I thought, why not. So I put them on, headed outside, opened the door, and laughed. At 7am this morning it had to have been the ugliest day all month. But oh well, they were on so I started my shorts day. Jackie gave me a little hell for it when I walked in the door. Earlier this week she yelled at me, "damn girl, just shave and break out the shorts." It's not that I haven't shaved, I've worn a skirt a few times this month. Then Heidi came in... she looked like she was going to drop over dead. Her comment, "it's Camp Tricia!" I think only one kid commented... "why are you wearing shorts? You haven't ever worn them to Kids Club have you?" Yah, yah, yah, I think I'm going to wear shorts on cold days and pants on hot days just to fuck with everyone... wait, that would require me to look out the window in the morning. Forget it.
2. For the first time, I rode my bike to work. I made it up the hill and everything. When I got into work my legs were a little wobbley. It was SUPER scarey though riding home. 5:30pm isn't really the best time to be out there riding. I swore I was going to get hit like 3 different times. Maybe I'll make it a once a week type thing. Who knows. Anyone have a bike out there and want to do a little mountain biking? I don't have health insurance at the moment, so we can't go TOO crazy. Just a thought.
What are you all doing tomorrow? Anyone up for going here? My brother-in-law, Michael posted that he saw it on Blind Date, I'm totally intrigued. Takers?
Ok, I'm making myself say it and be accountable for it, and yes, this will make a few people VERY happy. And of course it will make a few people a little sad, but I'm there with you in spirit and in heart. IF I get offered the new job, I'm going to take it. I've known this for a while now, I just don't want to say it out loud. Kinda like how I don't like talking to my parents about life. It's either I don't want to let them down if I fail or I want them to take me seriously and I can't do that if I'm changing my mind all the time. So that's that. Don't let the word out to the big boss if you know what I mean. I still want SOME leverage. (Maybe a week or two up at camp to try to get it out of my system? Damn, then I can get all wild... watch out, Frisbee will be in full force!)
So that's that. I said it. Maybe now I can believe it.
One more small shout out. (Look you even get your own subject title!) Thanks Amanda for inviting me today. :o) You're just all grown-up now, well, sorta. Tear, tear.
Hopefully I will have some pictures to post up soon. Went to a luncheon to honor all the graduating seniors in the Greater Long Beach Council. Saw Flipper there too. Good times.
Well I think I'm nuts, but then again, I don't think that would have been a suprise to anyone. Yesterday Bella and I went on a little road trip out to the high desert. Oh yah. We went and saw Miss Jabberwocky's musical "Pippin." Too cute. She was a player in this musical comedy. Hee hee... pictures soon to come, and I'm hoping that they are great. She wore such pretty custumes and had such pretty make up. I don't know why, but I am so fascinated by people's talents and such. The production went very well and I finally got to meet this mysterious Stonewall friend. All and all a good time. Over yet? Well, we figured while we were out there Miss Whitney needed a visit too. After talking at Apple Valley High School and taking pictures and playing with stage make-up and stalling like I do best, we went and met Whit at like 11:30 pm at Denny's in Hesperia.
I forgot how much I missed that girl. SO glad she's happy and healthy! :o) We ate a little and chatted until it closed at 1am, and then we went to our cars and chatted some more. I seriously have a stalling problem. I think we would have been there all night if not for the scary car of a bunch of scary guys pulling up next to us at like 2am. Swear there was some fishy*drugdeal*cough*business going on. So we went our separate ways. Over yet?
Of course not. It was only like 2 something. The night was still early. Ha. Well, instead of heading west to go home, we went out to Barstow. It was only like 30 more miles east from there and we already came so far. Our lucky visitee was Jeannine, and guess where she was? If you said Denny's of Barstow, you were right! Dang, I wished we lived closer together, but then again we would be some major trouble. I finally got to meet the infamous Steve. She offered a bed to us, but nah, we drove home and I rolled into bed a little after 5am. I'm glad that I got to go out there.
People are always telling me that I have a ton of friends and I try to keep good relationships with people. It's true in a matter of speaking. I think I try to develop relationships with people that I can just turn on and turn off no matter how long it's been. I just think I try to pick up where I left off. Why beat around the bush for the hard hitting questions when they are on your mind? But then again I think to myself, damn, I got a lot of people, but somehow I'm still so alone.
So last night I headed out to Chino to visit Scoots' to meet up with her, Bose, and Adidas (sorry Tarah, I had to go with all camp names on that one!). We played on the slackline and I was also SUPER close in bringing home Gorp, a little, loveable, black kitten. If you run over him Scooter, there will be hell to pay! Anyway, while we were there we watched the season finale of ER in the motor home. (It was closer to the slackline than running in the house all the time). The point to my story is that in the first 10 minutes of the show some women basically got her legs chopped off between two cars. It was way graphic. I could have gone without seeing that.
So when I leave and get back in my car, I start having little visions of me getting chopped up in my car. Bad enough I already think I'm going to die in my car one day. I swear when I'm alone driving, I'm like Alley McBeal and I visualize doing crazy stuff. Mainly its if I just turned the wheel really hard to the left. I can see my car flying through the air. There's also this one section of I-5 that I picture myself driving off cliffs. The moral of my story is... I might be safer with you in the car, but you just never know about your safety. Don't worry, when I picture myself dying in the car, I'm always alone.
Sometimes I have that feeling that I will break, the really intense one where you just want to give up and get out all together. Now I know that I usually don't get to that point where it really happens, but I just hold it all in until it just passes away. I get distracted with life or find worth back into the thing I was breaking over.
The more I think about it though, the more I really should just break. Then I can move on to the next bigger and better thing. But things always hold us down; our loves, our commitments, our attachments, and our feelings of duty. These previous feelings I think are really good things to have. You rarely meet people that can stick it out and have that loyalty. I guess I don't see it in myself until I see it in another person. I pass it off as nothing. "Tricia, you're fine," Lori's famous words that I take to heart. But her other words, "emotions are real," ring true as well.
My point? Yah, I'm still working on telling it to myself. Basically it's this, find true worth and contentment in what you are doing. If we continue to just cover it up with loyalty and security we will continue to address the same feelings of frustration, burn-out, boredom, and feeling like our time is just passing us by.
Ok this is my new friend Tator tot! :o) He's great. You can even feed him a puppy treat! Stupid egg. YAY TATOR TOT!
BOOOOOOOOOOOO! Damn egg... all I wanted was a little happiness and something to hatch from that thing... my new mission will be to find some sort of other virtual pet! Gar!
For those of you that missed it, my egg turned into some dumb graphic from the Angelfire site that was unable to load! Again, I say BOOOOOOOOOO!
Well hot damn, I think this has been one of my more exciting weeks in a while. On Wednesday I went out with Megan and Heidi from work to Taco Surf in Long Beach for Cinco de Mayo. It was good times. :o) From dumb beads to an old lady with glowing things on her boobs to me now knowing I turned into a total light weight to getting to see pictures of Heidi when she was a kid, the night was pretty cool. Yay!
Then on Thursday I reproved that I am a lightweight once again. It was Crystal's birthday! I, along with Crystal and Steph (her roomie) had three margaritas each and we were done for. It was hilarious though. The group was the three girls and then Trent (her bf), Joe (his birthday too), and Wes (her brother). Crystal and I ended up walking home from the resturant because we wandered off from the group and they all left! Good thing we were close. I think I got an A+ at the gas station for the best pick up line ever... ok, I was a little *ahem* in another state. But this guy was wearing Paul Frank boardshorts and and I looked at crystal and said very loudly... while sorta looking at him while he was on his cell phone... hey that guy has a smilely face on his crotch.. and he looked down and said, hey I do. Oh yah... SOOOO cool. Haha. The guy gave me his "card," but I haven't decided if I'm going to call him or not yet. He was cute. :o)
Wow, I haven't really done a personal entry in a while. Then on Friday the family went out to the Cheesecake Factory for my sister Nicole's 30th birthday! Damn, the family is getting old! :o) That was nice, even though I hate traffic. I think it comes from me driving stick and having to inch forward and all that. Dude, but I can be a mean mean bad bad person when my blood sugar is low. I didn't eat much during the day because I knew I was going to have a big dinner. Man, I was yelling at this one stupid truck like no other. Good thing I was in Irvine. They aren't too scarey down there!
Today I just hung out with Crystal a lot and watched boxing with my dad. Then I got a call from Mary. I swore she was on drugs... she was being so vague on the phone. It was either that or someone was in the car with her and had a gun to her head telling her weird things. But my left butt isn't crazy OR on drugs! She just wasn't feeling well. That's pretty much why I'm sitting here on a Saturday night. We were going to go play, but she decided to go back to Temecula instead. Oh well.
Tomorrow is mother's day tea. Yay family time. Cross your fingers, I hope we can talk about my career and my future plans. *gag* I'm sure my mom will try to talk to someone about finding me another job I would hate. It shoud be fun though. I can wear my new skirt and my sister is going all out with funky little sandwiches and she even said she might make me a PB and Jelly one, but then Michael said I would have to drink Kool-Aid instead of tea. Oh well. I'm done rambling tonight.
Yay! I got more love in the mail today. Congrats to Lindsey Marie Haussamen for graduating from Trinity University at San Antonio, Texas with a BA in Speech Communications and Sociology. Oh and I forgot to add that Elizabeth will be getting her BA in Spanish and in English. Good job ladies, now go get a job! *HUGS!*
Awwwww yay! I love when I get mail! And good mail too. Just got Rocket Ruth Frederick's graduation announcement from Ripon College, Wisconson. Tear, tear... Rocket with the pocket is growing up! :o) Congrats chica. Yay for college degrees without a clue what to do next!
If anyone else wants to send me mail... *hint*hint* I'll be happy to give out my address. Well happy to give it out to those people I KNOW! Sorry random reader, no watching me from the park across the street.
NEWS FLASH! NEWS FLASH! Tricia actually bought a skirt!