Yesterday had to have been one of the most liberating days I have had in a very long time. I went and signed the lease for my apartment. Got my very own P.O. Box and got my electicity turned on. Now all I need to do is get myself over this cold and get packed and out of the old house and into the new. Shouldn't be too hard since I never unpacked in the first place.
My friend Robin has taken up her little Salvation Army bell and bucket and is currently standing by her desk taking furniture donations for me. She has already drummed up a sleeper sofa. Now I just gotta figure out how I am gonna get it to my house. Keep ringing that bell Rob until I have a couple dressers. LOL
My friend Billie has gotten us a truck lined up for the move. And I managed to get us a stock trailer to pull behind it so we might just make this move in one day. IF we aren't hung over from Friday night. :) We also have a little help lined up so things should go pretty smoothly. I just can't wait until this is all over and I am finally settled in somewhere that I can call home.

All the bad stuff goes here so now I am gonna share the good. My morning started out really low for me. I broke something this morning and it apparently was just the last straw. I had a massive meltdown before work. It's gotten to where I jump everytime the phone rings and I dread leaving work because I don't wanna know what happens next.
My whole life these past few weeks has hinged on getting this aparment that I applied for. It would be the answer to my prayers. It gets me out of all the drama because it's far enough away from people that they won't bother to bring the drama to me. I got the call today and I was approved for my apartment. My rent is cut by a little over half. I go sign the papers in the morning and will hopefully be moved in by this weekend.
And on another good note. I haven't seen my brother in a few years. I have been trying to get him to get a load thru this area so he could come and see me at least for a few hours. My sister in law called this morning also to let me know that he will be here this weekend. He is coming because he is worried about me but I secretly think he is coming because she has work lined up for him for his long weekend. Little does he know that he is gonna work here too! I need help moving!

When exactly did I get crowned Jennifer, Queen of the SuperTards? Is it my love for idiots that got me this title? Is it that big ass tattoo on my forehead that says "I wanna be with stupid"? Actually I don't think I mind it so much cause they do so entertain me and my friends.
I think I got it...I blame Billie for this. If there is a fruit loop within 100 miles of her they do naturally gravitate towards her. I seem to be getting her spill off!

A week or two ago I came across this website. I was bored so I decided what the heck and wrote to a soldier. These men and women are over there giving their all for us to be safe back home and I figured the least I could do was write and say thanks. I don't have the money to send a package or anything like that but I figured a thank you was better then not hearing anything.
I sent my words out into the world with no expectations. I was sitting here tonight and I got an email from the other side of the world as he put it. It was nice. I enjoyed it anyway. Just thought I would share incase anyone else wanted to send their words out into the world. I know it might make someone's day to know they are being thought about.

I woke up feeling fine. The day wore on. My throat hurts bad. Now I feel like shit.
And this just in: I bet you all wish you were loved as much as me.
Conversation with the boss:
Me: If a grizzly bear was heading in to attack me, you wouldn't save me?
Boss: Let me tell you something Jennifer, If a grizzly bear was chasing us the only thing I would have to worry about was out running you.

I've said it before and I will say it again...it's always one thing after another. I got home from work yesterday and my house had been broken in to. It wasn't anything major it was just enough to piss me off.
We have figured out that it was Sharla's son that did it. Nothing of mine was messed with but he trashed all her stuff after going thru it. He didn't take anything of monitary value but did take a couple sentimental things of her's. I don't like that my house was invaded and I damn sure don't like that I had to clean up the mess he left. Although he did empty and ashtray for me.
I am also goin to assume he was gonna do me a favor and mop the floor with whatever that was he poured all over it. Guess he just could't find the mop.

I posted that last entry and thought about something funny that happened when we first bought our house four years ago. The two youngest kids were at my dad's for the summer and Travis (ex husband) worked nights. So, it was usually just me and Smurf at the house.
One morning I got up to get ready for work and found Smurf laying with his body in his room and his head on his pillow out in the kitchen floor. I figured it must have gotten hot in his room and he laid there because there was an air vent in his room in that area and one right above his head in the kitchen. I didn't really say anything to him about it cause well we all know teenagers are weird anyway.
The next day I woke up and he was laying that way again. I just shook my head and went on about getting ready for work. After a few days of this I finally got curious enough to ask him about it. He told me "Jennifer, I swear my room is haunted!" I just kind of chuckled and asked him what he was talking about. He told me that several times in the middle of the night his closet door would open and close all on it's own. I was a little skeptical of this and went to play with his closet door. I found that for some reason it wouldn't tightly close. You could just pull it open without turning the knob.
I talked to Travis about Smurf's problem that evening and he just busted out laughing. Come to find out: The central air unit was housed in his closet when it would kick on and off it would push open the door and then suck it back in. We held an exorcism that night so he could feel comfortable enough to sleep in his room. Well, Travis fixed the door anyway.

I have been so restless lately it's about to drive me crazy. I have gotten hardly any sleep in the past few days. I did catch a couple hours on a couple different couches yesterday but that is about all. Last night I was woke up to a couple of cats fighting it up in my yard. Scared the hell out of me. I also kept getting woke up by noises inside my house.
My daughter told me that several people have told her our house is haunted. I really don't mind that, as long as they leave me alone I will leave them alone. But, if they keep messing with my sleep I swear I will salt my house and send them on to the other side. My friends and I have a deal that we are there for each other no matter what as long as we aren't sleeping. So why in the hell do my ghosts think I want to wake up just for them?
O well...it's neither here nor there as I hope to be moving soon. I really should call and check to see if I got my apartment but I'm scared they are gonna say no. I can't handle rejection.

My friends are the best ever! They share with me on a regular basis. If they know I am in need they jump right in and take care of me. They know that in turn when I can I will jump right in to share with them.
One friend knew I had a need for tequila, he brought me some back from a trip he took. He also knows I am about to move and might need somewhere to store a few things, he offered one of his storage units for a short time. Robin has been sharing her home with me on and off for the past couple weeks. Last night Billie knew I had a need for food, she offered up her tacos for my enjoyment.
I said all that just to say this, thanks Robin, today I woke up feeling like shit.

My little girl is growing up. She just turned 15 and I absolutely hate it. I really admire the young woman she is becoming and all in all I couldn't ask for a better kid. What I hate the most...boys! She has recently aquired a boyfriend. I always knew this day was coming but not sure I am ready for it entirely.
I have to say though I am pleased with her choice so far. This guy is 14 and has really impressed me. First, he actually took her LITTLE brother's feelings into consideration before he let my daughter know how he felt about her. How many 14 year old boys do you know that even give a second thought to a little brother much less think about their feelings?
Second, he has made my daughter feel so good about herself. He tells her how pretty she is and is constantly touching her hair and letting her know that he is happy to see her. I love to watch her smile when she talks about him.
Robin, be proud of your son. Sure, he is all boy but he is turning into a good man. Dillon, I am trusting you with my daughter...always be aware that she has FIVE brothers and one huge Daddy and I am so no afraid to use them!

It's a really good thing I have a good sense of humor and don't take a lot of things to heart. I am beginning to think my life is just destined to be a soap opera.
Most of the time my life consists of going to work and then going home. I spend most of my time off work talking to my kids and my friends. On Friday and Saturday night I go out and sometimes I get drunk. I go home with the same 1 or 2 people I go out there with. Sounds like a real fun life don't it?
These past couple weeks I have heard more rumors then I care to know about. Most involve me. I am sick of rumors. If people want to know something about me...just ask me. I do my best to never do anything I might regret later. I don't sleep around and I don't talk behind people's backs. If it's said behind you I can guarentee I will say it in front of you.
So for anyone out there wondering what I am up to or what I said...just ask. I'll tell you exactly what you may or may not want to know.

Really...I did. Ask her. I tried to get a picture of it. Besides the fact that I was too damn lazy to go to the car and get the camera she threatened my life. But all the threats in the world can't stop me from blogging about it.
Robin has a second job. She does medical transcription. One of the tools of the trade are these nifty little headphones. Well apprently any kind of background noise is heard thru these headphones and it makes it very difficult to hear what your supposed to be transcribing. We discussed her getting some ear muffs to wear over them to help filter out the sounds of the house. She didn't have any.
Her answer to it: a red bandana and a blue bandana. She tied them together and then tied them around her head in Aunt Jemima fashion. The ends hung from her forehead all floppy and long. (The ends...not her forehead) After awhile she tied the ends over her nose which had the floppy things covering her face.
Robin keeps it dark in her house. After it started to get late and she had been working for hours the glare from the moniter apparently started getting to her. I looked over and saw bandana still tied at her nose and sunglasses over her eyes! If it happens again...I SWEAR I will snap that picture!

Let me tell you about my three kids. They are three of the coolest kids you could ever want to be around. On a daily basis they make me smile. Somedays it's more like they are my parents then my kids. They are mature beyond their years and show it all the time.
My daughter, DJ, is a true smart ass and can pounce on you as quick as you let something fly out of your mouth. (Not entirely sure where she got that from) Here is a conversation I had with her the other day:
I was watching a movie and a guy ran off the road because there was a seal in the middle of it.
Me: "Damn I hate it when that happens!"
Her: "Me too!"
Me: "Yeah because that happens so often around Valliant."
Her: "It does! Especially right over there by the park!"
I love the fact that I can just have a non sense conversation with her as well as a completely serious one. She talks to me about everything. I can say that with confidence because she has brought things to me that I would have NEVER took to my mom. I have no doubt that she does hide things from me but I do know if I ask her about it she will answer me open and honestly.
My son, Dylan, isn't as quick on the draw with the sharp tongue but he is one that continually makes me and others laugh. He has a whole trunk full of jokes stored in his brain and he is never afraid to whip one out and lay it on you. He has never met a stranger and is always making friends. I've always said that he is gonna be the death of me because he isn't afraid of anything.
Dylan has a real clear sense of right and wrong. With him things are pretty much black and white with no room for a little grey until someone sits down and talks to him and colors in the grey areas for him. He will listen to explainations of things and if wrong he will apologize. (That being said he doesn't always do the right thing but he KNOWS he is doing wrong everytime he let's himself do it.) He is a lot like me in the fact that he has little self control and gives in easily to himself.
When Dylan sees that someone is upset or not in a chipper mood he is always trying to figure out a way to make them feel better. He has cooked for me and surprised me with little pictures he has drawn or he is always quick to offer a hug and a kiss because he knows that sometimes that is all it takes. He takes everyone's feelings to heart and genuinely hurts when you hurt. He is my onriest kid but also my most soft hearted.
Last but by no means least, there is my son Smurf. By birth he is not mine but everything in my heart says he is. I married his Daddy when he was five. Him and I hit it off pretty quick but we had a lot of rocky times before we found our groove. He turned 21 a couple months ago and I can't see me being any more proud of ANYONE then I am of him. He had a rocky start and got into a lot of trouble during his teen years.
He got hooked on drugs and pretty much rebelled against anything and everything. He had a couple run ins with the law because just like all teenagers he was invincible and immortal. A few years ago he met his wife, Becky. I hope with all my heart he realizes what a gift she has been for him. She did for him what his dad, mom or I couldn't do for him. She helped him turn his life around. He became drug free and started holding down a full time job. She came to him with two children (yes I am a granny ) These two kids have taught him to be responsible, and to be a good roll model. He realizes now that you can never be an island unto yourself there is always someone there depending on you.
Here lately I have been having to make my kids go to their dad's house. They love their dad with all their heart but they say they get bored at his house. We had a talk a couple days ago and my kids put me on top of the world. I asked them why boredom was so much of a problem at their dad's and not at my house. They have a lot more to do there because I don't even have t.v. My daughter just looked at me and said "It's simple. Your there" And to that all I have to say is: I will always be there because these kids are the world to me and I hope that someday I can be the mom that they deserve.

You know, enough is enough!
I am sick to death of people trying to make me feel guilty because they suck and lack the ambition to do something with themselves.
I am sick to death of me people whining their asses off to me about what is so horribly wrong with their lives and then not be willing to try and fix it.
I am sick to death of people playing on the fact that I am willing to help anyone out.
I am sick to death of others thinking fuck it...Jennifer can handle it...I have to think about me.
Well guess what ...from now on it's a ME thing. If you do not benefit me in any way you are off my island. Fuck it I don't need you. If you are sitting there thinking is she talking about me then chances are I probably am. The ones that really mean something to me don't have to ask that question of themselves or me.

Didn't want anyone fretting or worrying. I made it thru my bad decision weekend. Actually, Saturday night I made the right choices and went home and went to sleep. I couldn't take the heat of all the lectures I got for doing what I did Friday night. The Wrangler Daily Gazette came out early Saturday morning apparently and I forgot to subscribe to it.

Last night I did something that I have never done in my whole entire life. It felt good to do it, but in hindsight it was a bad decision. I don't really regret doing it because now I can say...yeah I've done that. Actually I made two bad decisions last night but enjoyed every minute of it. I'm tired of doing the right thing all the time. I have declared this my bad decision weekend. I'm gonna make all the wrong choices just because I can.
Now that being said, if I really feel in my gut that it is going to be a really bad decision I won't do it. But, if just in my brain I say "Nope, don't do that" then piss on it....I'M GOING FOR IT!!!
I'll let you know later if I make it thru my bad weekend. If not please, someone, take care of my kids and make sure they end up as sufficiently frigged up as I would have made them if I had made it thru this weekend.

More to the point I hate idiots! Here is the scenerio:
I have two drivers going to the same location within 15 minutes of each other. The first one gets to the location and there is a problem. He needs the confirmation paperwork sent in with his name and truck number on it. All normal procedure. I tell them the paperwork is there already. Driver #1 calls back; "They do NOT have the paperwork you need to get it here." I say, "Find Carrie, she has it."
Driver #2 calls, "I need my paperwork faxed over, Driver #1's paperwork was found but not mine." (Keep in mind Driver #2 was here when they found Driver #1's paperwork. This is handy information in a minute.) I tell this driver the same thing I told the other, the paperwork is there already. All the time I am talking to these two they keep talking to me like I'm the idiot. I get on the phone and talk to the broker that set these loads up.
About 15 minutes later I get a call back explaining what happened. Driver #1 goes in and says my name is Joe I'm with X company. They don't have paperwork for Joe with X company. After almost an hour of furious phone calls and investigation someone else comes in and says "We have paperwork for Joseph from X company." Ummm Duh!!! We have two trucks from X company; one named Russell one named Joseph. Driver # 1 perks up "Well, my name is Joseph." Okay your paperwork is clear go ahead on with loading.
Now remember what I said earlier. Driver# 2 is standing there. But damn they can't find his paperwork anywhere. There is absolutely nothing in there for Russ from X company! More furious phone calls because I'm the idiot. Only to find out that Russ = Russell. Holy Shit!! Who would have thought that!

I got my problem fixed. I'll try not to get too technical with ya but in essence what happened is this:
The speaker thingie came undone from the whatchamacallit. Once reinsertion commenced the malfunctioning communication device straightened right up.

I don't know how or why but for some damn reason my speakers have quit working on this damn thing. It's really ticking me off. I hate it when this thing will not bend to my will. Okay...I hate it when anything won't bend to my will. I think I will just eat some chocolate doughnuts. I was thinking about hitting the tequila in the freezer but decided this is probably a job for chocolate. And I am supposed to be doing payroll so the guys might prefer me to stay off the shots until after it's done.
I really wish I had something intellectually stimulating to say today. But, I don't. If something hits me tomorrow I won't say it because well it's Friday and no one should be stimulated that way on a Friday.

This is a simple question that requires an honest answer.
Do guys talk to other guys about getting the girl or plot out the course that needs to be taken to get the girl?