Something You Neer Thought You'd See

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Mood: ECSTATIC!!
Well, it's official.  I am off the market.
I've been off the market for years now, but I'm about to legally go off the market for good.

Yes that's right, folks.  The moment tht many of you thought you would never see happen has arrived:  last night Ole Snakeypoo here got herself engaged!





Isn't it gorgeous?????

Now I have to tell you how this all went down.  [sorry, sweetie!]

About a week ago, I got an email from Beau.  It was a joke email about who wears the pants in a relationship.  He also sent it to his dad.  Well, his dad replied to him and he wanted me to read what it said, so he forwarded his email to me, forgetting that his original email to his dad was still attached...in which he said, "I've bought a ring, and will be proposing in November."

[d'oh!]

My face was priceless after reading this, I'm sure. 

I decided to keep it to myself and not let him know that I'd gotten the email.  I didn't want him to feel badly about it.  Uh huh, I lasted approximately two days.  I can't keep anything hidden from him...which I guess in the long run is good.  When I fessed up about the email, we had a good laugh.  He admitted that he was actually supposed to pick up the ring the next day.   [gah!  didn't need to know THAT!!]

Then began the torture.

For a week, thoughts of that ring tortured me.  I asked to see it, nay, I BEGGED.  Then I'd change my mind.  He'd offer to take me to see it with an evil grin on his face.  He told me that he was going to have to wait until after the beginning of the year since I knew about it all.  I told him if he were to make me wait that long, he'd have to come visit me in the Psych Ward - where I'd more than likely be sitting with snot and cereal in my hair as I relentlessly banged my head against the wall while chanting, "ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, riiiiiiiiing"  over and over.

Last night, I was settled on the couch, ready to watch my beloved Red Sox beat the snot out of the Rockies when it happened.  In he walked with the Jared Jeweler's bag.

What happened then is a private thing between the two of us, a precious memory that I will always cherish.  It reminded me just how much I love him and how happy he makes me...and how unbelievably lucky I am to have him in my life.  It hasn't always been perfect, but he is the man I have always dreamed of.  He loves me for who I am and not what he'd like to see me become.  He's supportive, generous, loving, gentle, tender, affectionate and kind.  I never knew that I would be this happy with someone.  It's more than I deserve.

Welcome, everyone, to the rest of my life.  It's going to be awesome!

Big Puta Burrito Deluxe

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Mood: Annoyed
As I grow older, I find that my tolerance of people grows thinner and thinner.  Stupid people, however, I despise even more.  Case in point:

This week a co-worker and I faxed over a lunch order to Chipotle.  We both ordered a chicken and steak burrito.  A gratuitous hour later, we arrive...starved and ready to pick up our food.  I don't know if you've ever been to a Chipotle, but they're always busy.  Hence, why we ordered ahead. 

There were no less than thirty people in line when we arrived, so we scooted over to the take out area.  In the five minutes that it took for someone to actually acknowledge our presence, ten people in line were served and gone.  Cut to our fearless burrito maker Giovani, who informs us that our lunch isn't ready...because they didn't know if we wanted the steak and chicken mixed together or half and half.

*silence*
*strange look*

Correct me if I'm wrong...but it's all going in the same damn burrito, isn 't it???  What frickin difference does it make?!?!?!  Mixed...half and half...and isn't that kind of the same damn thing, anyway???

*shakes fist*

So five more minutes after waiting for our lunches to be fixed, ten more people in line are checked out and gone.
It's a thirty minute lunch break.
I'm starting to get pissed.

Giovani comes back, and gives us our total.  We [politely] inform him it's separate tickets.  He then mutters under his breath in Spanish as he returns to the kitchen to get separate tickets.  I'm no genius in Espanol, but even I know what a puta is.

Before, I was pissed...maybe even slightly amused.  I mean, it's obvious that ole Giovani didn't graduate at the top of Burrito Academy...so it was slightly amusing.
No more.

The remaining ten of the original thirty people that were in line are now checked out and gone.
Now I'm really pissed.
The kind of Pissed Snakey that's a Bad Thing...capitalized.

What the hell?  I'm not trying to sound bitchy, mean or condescending...but it's his freaking JOB to get it right.  Just like it's MY job to make sure I get someone's glasses prescription right.  You do what you do to make a buck and make a living.  We all hate our jobs, and no one has a perfect day every day [in fact 98% are downright crappy at times], but you suck it up, and act like a friggin' professional.


Rule:  if you eat at Chipotle, DO NOT order ahead.  The line is the way to go.  Those chicks haul ass and do a damn good job at it.

As for me, I'm squeamish after eating that Burrito.  It wasn't made where I could see it...and not made by a happy camper.  Doesn't sound good.  After all, I saw "Waiting."  Blech.

The Hand of God

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Mood: Mightily Pissed

"There are two hands of God.  The right one is for comforting you saying, 'No, no...it's okay...someone else is being smited right now,' and then there's the left hand.  The left hand is for smiting."  -- Jason, my roommate.

God has been left-handing me all weekend.  I, like 98% of the population, deserve a good left-handed bitch-slap from God every now and then to remind me who is in charge...but geez. 

My laptop is just a bit over two years old.  It's a D*ll Insp*r*on 600* [so that D*ll can't say I'm slandering them on Myspace.com].  I've always been pleased with D*ll machines.  This one has a new name...PIECE OF SHIT.  The screen died approximately 12.1 months into use [read: warranty officially expired]...so I plugged in my external monitor.  Six months later, it magically came back to life.  Six months later - also known as Saturday morning - it was dead again.  Fucking D*lls.  Don't buy one.  They're shit.

Cut to this morning.

It was just like any other Monday morning.  Get up, shower, get ready for work, grab the keys, get in the...wait...where's my car?  *clicks alarm button on remote fob-like thingy*  No, seriously...Dude, where's my car?

Where I live, they are notorious for stealing your car in the dead of night if they can't find a valid parking pass. They're like Jack the Ripper of automobiles, and annoyingly efficient.  So I've always been careful to make sure my parking pass is valid.  [apparently they only allow two stickers per condo, but that's another story...]  My current pass is valid until the 20th of this month, but apparently not where they could see it.  Needless to say, I'm shocked.  Terrified.  Freaked out.  I'm ready to call a freaking Amber Alert, telling them someone has a child and they're in my car just so I know where it is.

After tearfully calling both my boss and my boyfriend, I start trying to locate my car.  Six - count them, S-I-X - phone numbers later, I finally locate it...only to be told that it's not even in the same CITY where I currently reside ANNNNNNNND...it's a whopping $175 to get it back!  When the guy told me how much it'd be on the phone, I immediately burst into tears.  All of the stress was just too much.

To maked a long story short, Jason ended up driving me to Fairfax to get my car back.  Upon getting there...the place was one of the scariest things I've ever seen.  It looked like the only thing missing from the vine-covered, run down trailer of an office was two flea-bitten Coon dogs napping out on the rickety, poorly built deck.  Inside I can only imagine their names were Cletus and Bocephus...and one of them offered me Kleenex while the other joked it'd be $800 to get my car back.

"You can have 'er back for $800!"
"Tell you what...I have the leys.  I'll drive her off the lot and you can chase me for it."
"Be hard to drive on four flat tires."
"What...you let the air out of the tires after stealing it?"

Just for the record...when you're already upset, Tow-Jockey humor is not appreciated.

And now...if you'll excuse me, I need to be getting to work...at 11 am.
*grumbles, curses, snarls, spits and gnashes teeth*

I get by with a little help from my friends...

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Mood: Tired, Music: the fan on the floor
So here I am...four hours away from Home.
So far, so good.

Leaving was NOT fun.  My best friend cried, my mother cried, I cried, my nephew cried, my eleven year old niece cried, my dad cried.  Did anyone check to see if stock on Kleenex went up over the past week?  It should have.  I've been using a lot of it.
I'd be lying if I said I was not homesick to a degree.  While on the way home from Indianapolis last night, I called to check in with my parents.  They have this annoying clock in the foyer that chimes every 15 minutes and when I heard that thing go off in the background coupled with my father's laughter, I felt so acutely homesick that my eyes immediately welled up with huge tears.  I started crying in the car, and I think I scared my boyfriend to death.  LOL  They're filling up again just writing about it.  I miss my family...I DO...but part of me feels so independent and glad that I'm on my own.  Well...as on my own as I can feel living with my boyfriend and his roommate...LOL

First day on the new job today.  I HATE first days.  I always feel like I'm walking around looking like a nerd, and I can't stand it because you're just watching everyone else work...and it bothers the crap out of me not to be busy.  By the end of the afternoon, I took the initiative to start working up some patients without being told.  I mean, it's all the same work that I've been doing for the past five years...it's just a different process.  It actually felt good to get back into the groove of working...and that's something I never thought I'd say.  I rather enjoyed my extended vacation, and was going to enjoy a few extra days, but I didn't even get home from my interview last week before they called me and offered me the job, and with an even better benefit package and salary than I'd hoped for.  I'm making excellent bucks.  I couldn't say no to THAT.

Now if I could just snap my fingers and have all my shit packed and moved...*sigh*

*gulp*

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Mood: Nervous, Music: My Pounding Heartbeat


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Well...here goes nothing.

Friday was my last day of work.  I've packed most of my crap.  The goodbyes are just about complete.
I'm moving.

I've said that I was going to move for a while now...but here it is...D-Day...and I'm about to piss my freaking pants. 

I never thought that I would quit my job, leave my home, move four hours away, leave my friends, leave my family, leave everything I have known since 1979...and just pick up and move.  I'm happy...I'm nervous...I'm sad...I'm anxious...but most of all, I'm so scared I could just about die of heart failure.  I don't know that I am ready to say goodbye to my parents and the rest of my family.  I don't know if I can do it.

Doesn't matter now...it's coming, and there's no turning back.

I love him.  I want to be with him.  I adore every minute we have together.  I hate being without him.  But I gotta tell ya...I'm as nervous as a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs.

T-minus two hours and counting.  Someone come hold my hand.

Closure

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Mood: numb
I got my third tattoo on Saturday.  I don't really think that anyone understands why I got it, or even understands the timing.  The symbol means nothing to anyone but myself.

The significance?
Closure.

Last Thursday marked the five year anniversary of her death.  Five years without my best friend, and it feels like it's been 50 years and like it was yesterday at the same time.  I've had the same recurring dream off and on [mostly off, happily] for the past four years, and I can't take it anymore.

Five years, and there's still no headstone on her grave.  No footstone.  No marker, nothing that bears her name or honors her passing except an angel statue and a solar lantern, along with a scrollwork pattern of her name in metal that I put there.  She died thinking that her parents didn't love her.  The lack of personification of marking her final resting place makes me wonder if she were a little bit right.

Five years have passed...and...no...headstone.
I wish I knew why. 

Look, I don't have children.  I don't know what it feels like to bury the child you birthed.  I cannot imagine the pain that must rip through a mother's heart knowing her child is in the ground.  Perhaps they're not ready to accept it.  Perhaps they're not ready to see her name etched in stone.  I don't know.  It could be anything.  I just think that after five years, it's time to start dealing with the loss and going on with life.

Hence, my tattoo.  You see, it's the kanji for Joy - her name - and it's my way of putting her death at a closure.  For five years it has been eating at me to go to an empty grave.  It doesn't feel real.  It feels like...grass.  I'm surrounded by pillars of marble bearing names of people that I have never met nor seen, but feel closer to because of seeing their names than I do going to a vacant patch of grass beneath a maple tree that holds a 24 inch statue and a [newly added] solar lantern. 

Perhaps when April 5th comes around next year, although I will still be sad, I will be more at peace.  I have done all that is within my power to make the transition easier.

Welcome to the Freak Show Otherwise Known as Earth

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Mood: worried
LONDON - Keith Richards has acknowledged consuming a raft of illegal substances in his time, but this may top them all. In comments published Tuesday, the 63-year-old Rolling Stones guitarist said he had snorted his father's ashes mixed with cocaine.

Mr. Richards, sir...you are a freaking 394 year-old nutjob.
What's that??  63 years-old? 
Oh.  Hmmm...

BERLIN (Reuters) - A German woman's plan to turn her dead father's ashes into a diamond was thwarted Tuesday by her grandmother. A district court in Wiesbaden ruled the 19-year-old could not take the cremated remains to Switzerland where a company creates synthetic diamonds from ashes.

So apparently, we know where Mr. Richards has an illegitimate child.  She just prefers to wear her deceased loved one rather than ingesting them.
Straaa-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ange people.
*cues loopy Carnival music*

It's nice to know that every freak in the world doesn't come into my place of employment and stare me in the face.  Well, come to think of it...I don't exactly know how encouraging it is to know that there are people this nutty so widespread.

That does it...I want to be a cat. Humans suck.

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Mood: annoyed!!

You know what?  I'm sick to death over people acting like complete morons and then suing people who correct them over it.  Some doofuswad spills coffee on themselves and then sues the fast food chain because it was hot.  Insert another moron who gorges themselves on fast food and then sues because they're morbidly obese.  Or better yet, people that rob others and get hurt in the process suing the people/places they're trying to rip off.  The saddest thing is not only that these cases even GO to court...but that they frequently win.

Apparently some idiot from Connecticut is suing IBM because he visited an adult chat site while at work.  That's not the ridiculous part; I know a lot of people sneak peeks on the internet at work of things they're not supposed to.  However, IBM apparently has a policy on internet surfing that strictly emphasizes that adult sites are a no-no.  This guy had even been warned before about adult chat sites by his job. 

What's the problem?  Everyone knows that if you break the rules at work and get busted...you have to take your lumps like a man.  Everyone, that is, except for this idiot - and his seemingly stupid, money-grubbing, looking-to-come-out-from-under-a-rock lawyer.

What makes me want to scream bloody murder is that he's suing IBM because he's a self-proclaimed sex/internet addict who thinks he should get treatment rather than the axe.  In fact, he blames his sex/internet addiction on post-traumatic stress stemming from Vietnam.

Excuse me???  Did I miss something here???

While I believe that PTSD exists and can certainly be caused by a terrible thing like war, I also believe this jerk is using it as a crutch.  Furthermore, it's a slap in the face of those people truly suffering from said disorder.  Do I think he has it?  No.  What I DO believe we have is some dimwit that likes to be a pervo at work, got caught, and isn't man enough to take responsibility for his actions.

I didn't sleep well last night.  I'm sleep deprived.  It's quite possible that I may fall asleep while working with a patient, therefore I could have narcolepsy and be a danger to both myself and someone else.  I wasn't allowed to take a 45 minute break instead of 10 to recuperate and rest. 

I think I'll sue.

Snakey...one year later

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Mood: Sick & Snotty, Music: Enter the Haggis
Things have changed in the year since my last post.  One of which would be the joining of the same place a lot of others have gone to...
http://www.myspace.com/snakey1219

I have missed blogging.  SO many times I have logged in, typed half an entry only to delete it.

I have lost a lot of my zeal for writing...or maybe just for sharing my personal life, as a lot of it came under scrutiny by things I've said in my blogging career. 
That said, I will say that it's been a bittersweet year for me.  I've attended both weddings and funerals.  I no longer have my best friend, but I've gained an even closer relationship with my boyfriend that it completely transcends any sadness that lingers.  Without him, I don't know if I could have made it through.  He made me feel so, so special on the days I needed it the most.    I honestly believe I've met my true soul mate...and I want to spend the rest of my life with him.

Anyway...come on over and say hi on myspace if you get a chance.  I love you all for letting me share a part of myself with you.  I hope you are all well.

Anyone got a rich [half dead] uncle?

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Well if I just don't feel like the biggest old fogey in the world.

Take off from SWYDM for a few months and come back to not knowing what the hell buttons you're supposed to press. 

I liked the old format better, but I suppose that's neither here nor there.

My new job rocks in so many ways that I can't even begin to name them all.  I work for an office of about 5 different doctors instead of one, and 13 techs instead of four.  It's such a huge change, yet it's one of the best things that has happened to me in a long time.  My only lament is that I sincerely miss working half days on Fridays...but it balances out.

Merry Belated Christmas to everyone out there, and my apologies for being late.  I've been online, but I've not really been any one place in particular.  That really doesn't make a lot of sense, but I swear it's true.  I'm online every single day, but it's mostly been checking email.  Don't take this the wrong way, but I have not really thought about logging on to SWYDM very much.  I've just been insanely busy, and thinking a lot about taking a second job.

Things could always be better financially, but I have huge goals set for the coming year.  There is someone special in my life that does not live very close to me.  Several years of driving four and a half hours one way to see one another gets difficult, even though I don't regret one single mile I've driven.  There are several things that I need to take care of on my end before I can begin closing up what's been my life here in Danville in order to move closer to him.  It's a huge step for me, but all I can say is that I feel empty when he's not close to me.

On top of all of that, there are two weddings - both out of state - that I am going to be in this year, and one of them is apparently going to set me back a bit of money by the time it's all said and done.  I could make it work...but only if I use my tax refund...and that's something I don't want to do because I feel like I won't ever get ahead if I keep having to use up what I should be saving.  Sooooooo...the only thing that I can think of is getting another job.  Work full time, school full time and working another part time job while juggling something that may or may not resemble a normal life doesn't sound like a lot of fun...but it's getting apparent that it's something that I will have to do.

So...that's my news...such as it is.
How's everyone else?