Seems like the older we get, the more we expect things to fall into place. I think the older we get, the harder we need to work to make life as we wish it. It’s so easy to walk the path that someone else has already tread and placed you on. What happens if you forge your own way? Look not at the path, but at your destination and everything will make sense.
Definitely a dramatic morning. I still haven’t eaten anything all day. And I’m still pissed off. There’s no coming back from words said that I’m assuming have been pent up for awhile. So much for fairy tales. They exist but reality always finds a lovely way to crash your revelry. I will not bend and break to this. I will stand firm and let the chips fall where they may.
Ahhhhhh! Definitely forgot my password after I dropped -and broke- my laptop. Ah well. Must return to the random additions to the “blogosphere”. I’m sure I’ve heard some hipster turd using that term before. Feels right. Well, sounds dumb but right context!
I am reneging my previous rant as I found out some bad news about the main person I was whining about. Just goes to show that over-analyzing is still the death of me. Ah well, at least they are okay and much better than a few weeks ago and I can stop panicking, or rather being an emo kid.
I am sitting quite comfortably with my Hello Kitty lap desk smelling Bronx’s thick fart cloud while the sweet tea I’m brewing cools. People said puppy farts were the worst. I’m just trying to figure out when they stop since he’s already a year and five months old. He’s technically an “adult” now but in the real world, it takes much longer for us to mature to calling ourselves adults so I don’t see how that’s even a fair title for him. Rambunctious not so young puppy sounds right to me. He’ll be a puppy for a longggg time because his energy and spunk are going no where.
I have a huge secret that only a couple people know and I can’t wait for it to unfold so everyone can be surprised. I wish I could gush about it to everyone so I find myself biting my tongue when I start babbling too much and get close to spilling the beans. I must also be careful not to advertise the days following up to the unveiling because that would wreck the surprise as well. It’s like planning a secret mission; I love it!
My birthday is in a couple weeks and 26 seems like a death sentence. I’m one foot in the grave and don’t even have a career path yet. What the hell am I doing? Soon all things will align as they should. Pedro is planning something special for me that’s supposedly going to top the message in a bottle he sent me for our 7-year anniversary while in Afghanistan. He did an amazing job because I love cheesy romantic gifts, the note was super sweet, and I had no clue I would get anything. Oh, and it was yellow which is by default my favorite color but only when I’m forced to choose as I love the entire color spectrum. I wish I knew what he was planning but I suppose I’ll have to wait and be surprised.
I’ve had a great week of laziness and playing computer games. I can’t say completely lazy because I have woken up every morning to walk the dog, do some exercise, then eat breakfast like normal people do. At least I’ve been getting out of bed before 10! I’m sure one of these days I’ll be dying to clean and organize and won’t stop until after midnight. It’s feeling like spring/summer out here so it’s hard not to get the spring cleaning bug. Plus I’ve already started weeding out clothes to donate to goodwill so I must continue with that impossible task. It should be illegal to have as much clothing as I do. Although, I’ve already done a good job throwing out old shoes and putting quite a few pairs in the giveaway pile! Our closet almost looks like I don’t have as many shoes as I do but that’s because there are stacks of boxes in the far corner that my clothes cover. XD
Nothing else to report except that it doesn’t smell like puppy fart anymore! Yay!!!
It’s odd to leave a place that was once home and to be forgotten by everyone you once held dear. Why is it in our nature as humans to need people to be physically near to put any importance to them? As though because they are far away, they have ceased to be your friend and to exhibit any sort of understanding of your life. I miss New York for the people I live behind and the giant city I have not yet fully explored but maybe I am wrong to miss people who don’t seem to miss me. I cannot stop caring about my friends but it would be nice to actually keep in touch. People say that so idly and so often. You sign it in yearbooks, say it when you run into someone you haven’t seen in awhile and are in a rush, and then you say it when people move away. How often do we genuinely mean that and not say it as the “right” response?
I appreciate having had the opportunity to move cross country a few times at this point. I have had the experience of a tearful goodbye not knowing when I would see my loved ones again and have had the excitement of going back to them. I know that people’s lives are sometimes so full they don’t realize how long it’s been since they last spoke but it seems to me that this is an excuse. You invest your time and your friendship into someone with the hopes of having the same returned to you. When it fades, what do you have to show for it aside from bits of memories that may or may not matter? I am not trying to say that all my friends write me off whenever I’m not around because I’m sure they all have their reasons, it’s just an odd feeling to cling to an old life that moves forward without you in it as though you were never an intrinsic part of that movement.
Aside from my melodrama, I have been in California for about 3 weeks now and it’s easy to remember why I fell in love with it so hard the first time around. Even having nothing to do all day, I have no pressing feeling that I should be rushing to get things done. It’s giving me time to plan out my course of action to get the rest of my life rolling. First step, license. Second step, register for college. I shouldn’t be but I am afraid of going to school and then failing miserably. I’m sure it won’t be the case but without fear what would drive us to do anything knowing that it all lacks risk? This has always been my fear and that’s probably why I never went to class in high school and I’ve promised never to set myself up like that again. I will succeed at whatever it is I decide to do I just need to get myself in motion and start making things happen.
Marveling at my morning travels still. I was to be in San Diego by 11am PST and it’s 1:40pm in Denver where I actually am right now. Things are infinitely more complicated when you fly with a pet and I don’t know if this is something I ever want to do again. This is only Bronx’s second time flying and it’s gone wrong both times. Hopefully San Diego will be a permanent move this time around so that Bronx can stay comfortably with his paws on terra firma.
My initial flight was at 6AM in White Plains. I got there at about 4:45am to find out that the agent would not be in till 5am although the other airlines were already set to work. This mofo rolls in at almost 15 minutes after 5am. The first rule of flying with a pet is that you need at least ONE hour to check them in. Not 45 minutes. You’d think he’d at least come bearing coffee and donuts. Thank God my ride hung around with me to make sure I got well underway with my journey or I’d have been stranded there. I managed to forget the food and water bowl for Bronx’s kennel which is a major requirement so he can be fed during flight if necessary. The agent decided he had no idea where to get replacements from and didn’t have any on hand. This only gets better because he decides to give me the opportunity to catch a later flight from JFK so that I can retrieve the bowl from home on the way. Then to top of his rudeness, he throws in that normally there would be a fee for this kind of transaction so if this were to happen again in the future, I shouldn’t be surprised if I have to pay a fee. F you man. Don’t think for a second I’d ever fly through White Plains again knowing your incompetent ass still works there. You had no solution to a problem you should have been prepared for as other airlines are. So we reload the car and schlep all the way back to the Bronx then to Queens.
By now it’s at least 6:30 am and I thought I would be set up well enough that I could let my ride leave and not wait around for me. Since JFK is nuts with parking and letting your car stand for too long, I didn’t want him to drive in circles waiting. Nice me, but shitty situation ensues. The flight I got rerouted to is on a small plane whose cargo compartment is not big enough to get the kennel through the door. No one at the airport can understand why someone would route me to something that could not accommodate the most important part of my flight. Then they mentioned that there’s no way I could have fit on that express flight either as it’s a similar small plane I was booked on. So United Airlines customer service, you suck for not doing your outsourced job properly. So after about 45 minutes of trying several different solutions that all fell short, they decided to reroute me AGAIN to La Guardia as a last resort.
At this point I was so resigned to just get onto whatever I could and get the hell out of New York so I was down to pay for a taxi no matter what. Since I just waited patiently the entire time and didn’t complain, they decided to set me up with a taxi and pay for it. Nice not to have to shell out $65 (which was still a discounted price from what they actually charge). They really were apologetic for all the runaround I was given and though it was initially my fault that I wasn’t set up properly with my first flight, they took full responsibility. I even got credited with like 10,000 extra miles for my frequent flyer collection. So off I go to catch a 10AM flight when it was barely 8am. I get there and have to go through all the motions of checking the kennel, filling out the right paperwork, furnishing Bronx’s health certificate, and checking myself in. The lovely people at JFK sent me with everything I could possibly need just in case they decided not to have any supplies at LGA.
Poor Bronx got so antsy from all the back and forth that he nervously broke the damn bowl that made us get turned away from the first flight. Luckily, this airline had two smaller ones available to give me or I would have been screwed again. He was so good the whole time that I am scared he’s freaking out now since I have a 3 hour gap until my connecting flight takes off. I’m hoping they’ll let me see him or walk him or something because he’s probably scared shitless if they didn’t put him in a dark, quiet room to sleep. He really did mommy and daddy proud. Everyone was so impressed with how calm and well behaved he was in the airport and how easily he was willing to go back into his kennel after they scanned it. I’ve never heard so many pro-Pitbull people in New York and it made me sublimely happy that people actually recognized his awesomeness. Of course he’s handsome and well behaved, he’s MY dog!
Gotta love the TSA’s “random screening” of me when going through security. This is the second time it’s been “random”. “It’s not an alarm, just a random screening.” I mean I’d been through 3 airports in 3 hours. I wouldn’t trust me either. Not that they knew about my tour but I assume I have international germs on me flagging me for espionage. I really wish I was smuggling something so that this whole spiel made more sense. Imagine me, an international spy. My business cards would read “Jax Slax - Professional dog transporter” just as a front for my true mission. I’d even get Bronx fitted into a little suit so he can fit the part too, maybe help smuggle some dog treats. I’m sure the airport people would go nuts. I mean, I was told like 7 times today that my kennel was unacceptable. None of these effers bothered to open up the latches that house the required screws until I repeatedly said so and had to open them myself. Come on guys, I did this with you 6 months ago. I’m not retarded and nothing about his kennel has changed.
All in all, this has been the worst flying experience I’ve ever had, aside from the decent flight. I’m set to be a frequent flyer for life but maybe I should plan a few cross country road trips in between just to give Bronx a break. Now when Pedro comes home I can tell him about my sacrifice to make my United States Marine happy and get my ass back home. I’m sure I’ll get a medal. Or at least a pin. Alright, maybe a thank you and a kiss. That’s more than I can ask for anyway so I’ll accept. I can’t wait till this week is over! Pedro will be home and I’ll be able to let him handle all the dog stuff for awhile. Especially since Bronx is due for shots next week. Welcome home, Pedro, haha ha ha!
Sandy, Chinese New Year pics will be up soon!!! <3
That if I didn’t blog she’d never talk to me again. Then she said goodbye forever. So now that I’m spooked into the idea of losing my bird I’m forced to write about…What the hell do I write about?
I hate when people make comments that you respond to and then don’t recognize that you said or asked something. It’s super rude and really grinds my gears. Why bother communicating with me if you just want to talk to a brick wall and not pay attention to my responses? I’m sure bricks care more about what you have to say than I do anyway.
I woke up this morning singing “A Whole New World” from Aladdin for no particular reason and then ended my day at work singing “Never Gonna Give You Up” by Rick Astley. Why I started thinking about Rick-rolling? No idea. My brain is so not under my control right now. Maybe the aliens finally got to me? Maybe this is the preface to the zombie apocalypse. I would hate for Rick Astley to be the theme song to that though. Not that I don’t like the song because I loved it prior to the jackassery they use it for, but this is not the last thing I want to hear before I become zombified. I would think of the video and laugh the entire time. Who am I kidding? I’ve got my zombie killing kit ready to go. I’ll be damned if I don’t kill a few hundred zombies before they force me to join their cult. Someone remind me to save my baker though. Can’t have a zombie apocalypse killing spree without freshly baked goods! Mmmm brains. ^.^
Sometimes you hit that crossroads in life where you wonder if the right thing is what will make you happy in life. Where you wonder if all the happiness you’ve had up to now was a fluke. The place where suddenly the road ahead is covered in a fog so thick, you can’t be sure there is a road in front of you. So standing at this crossroads, what do you do? Stand stagnant and over analyze where each path will take you? Follow the course you are already on and just let the tide take you where it will? Or man your vessel gallantly and plunge into the unknown horizon ahead? What comes next after you decide? How do you put your foot forward and start on your path with no shoes on and only the clothes on your back? When does the universe realign itself and make everything you’ve done till now make sense again? So many questions and so few answers. This is the bane of our existence. To believe ourselves so knowledgeable but in reality, have no idea what it all means. Happiness is key to long life. Are we able to create more than one happiness for ourselves so as not to rely on one aspect of our lives to ground us? Love is the driving force that steers me, but I have yet to see where it will lead. I don’t understand how much more I have to give to receive unconditionally. My feelings are too heavy now to unleash them all here. I need a break from this life, if only for a day, to reevaluate what it is I’m trying to accomplish. I have no fruits to show for my labor when I feel as though I should be buried in them. All your efforts mean nothing if when the time came you made that one wrong decision that threw everything away. Somehow, people are always quicker to dispose of the best things in their lives than to make the effort to keep them. What is worth enough to fight for and never, ever give up on?
It’s July 11th and as of this morning, it will be just about 9 days until my love leaves me for unfriendly deserts halfway across the world. While I feel sad overall, I know that his leaving means I will have time to spend in New York with friends and family and that when he gets back life will be better than ever. I’ll have an engagement ring and an engagement and then I can work on planning a wedding. I just hope the next 7 months pass quickly and happily. I don’t like being depressed or the general doubts that negative energy brings so I’m trying to look ahead as positively as possible.
The hardest part now is trying to figure out what to put in storage, what to take to NY, and what to throw away. I need to send some boxes with my winter stuff ahead of time so I don’t get stuck buying cold weather gear I’ll only use for a couple months. I know I’m going back to all the clothes I left behind in NY, but I still have boots and jackets here that I’ll need. Thinking about moving cross country again makes me want to stay put here in Cali. That is probably a terrible idea considering I’m still on foot patrol and one of my only friends out here has already moved back to Texas until her hubby comes back from this deployment too. Sometimes I wonder if I should have stayed in NY until after he came back from his first deployment but that past 6 months have definitely been worth everything I left behind.
Seeing as I have neglected to write anything since I’ve been enjoying the little time I have to spend with Pedro, I should probably do a general rundown. We went to the fair at Del Mar the week before Fourth of July and it was awesome. We saw some MMA fights, rode a couple crazy rides, and ate a ton of fun food that I did take pics of so I’ll post those later. It was a really good time and I haven’t been to a fair in years so I was ecstatic to know that they have one out here that’s so close to where we live. We hosted a barbecue/pool party on Fourth of July weekend. I did all of the grilling and baked brownies and cookies which was a great idea because Pedro supposedly drank 10 beers and everyone enjoyed the food. Its success has given Pedro the grand idea of grilling again this weekend but we’ll see if that happens. Oh and I forgot that on Saturday we had gone to Sea World with the Rosas which was fun since it was free! We saw the fireworks from Fiesta Island and I’m sure it was a better view than the people who were still in the park had. Plus it was right on the water front with no one in front of us blocking the view. I’ve never seen fireworks from a beach so that was wonderful. The following Tuesday we took Bronx to dog beach and he had the revelation that he can swim although he doesn’t like to. We took him again yesterday and he knew what to expect so he wasn’t letting us con him into the water again. Pedro decided to pick him up and drop him into deeper water but he escaped to the shore every single time. I think the water was just too cold for him yesterday because he was fine being in the shallow water. I do have pics of him swimming from last week so I will post that up later as well. I am the queen of procrastination!
My lovely friend said she’s going to start making a bucket list of things I need to do and places we need to go while I’m in NY. I should start making a list of my own as well so that I get everything that can only be done in the summertime out of the way first. I am going to miss California weather for sure. One more winter can’t kill me but I would prefer to be in the San Diego sunshine! I feel like 7 months isn’t enough to be in NY. Funny that I wouldn’t think that until I’m actually going back. Here I was saying to myself that I would be bored out of my mind being back in NY, but I think I’ll be keeping pretty busy. I’ll just have to wait and see!
Not to say that I believe in slavery or indentured servitude, but the Marine Corps pretty much keeps my boyfriend working for insane hours. He went to work at about 6am and at some point in the afternoon said he’d be working late. That usually means 6pm or a bit later. Then at 7pm he tells me he’ll be at work for another hour. I started cooking dinner at about 6 so it’d be nice and hot when he gets home and now it’s just sitting getting cold. =( It seems like to justify all the benefits they receive by enlisting, they take full advantage of their time and effort. A normal job that should be 40 hours a week will at least pay you extra or overtime for working beyond those hours. The Marine Corps doesn’t give back any of their time or let them come in any later the following day. Maybe it’s just to my civilian mind that it isn’t fair. It just seems like slavery since Pedro has no choice but to stay and haul ass till they let him leave. They don’t give you any extra break time either. I suppose my unemployed-ness for the past few months has me spoiled, but I still don’t see the justification in wearing a Marine out just so that they’re more miserable the next day. This is why so many people do not reenlist after their 4 or 5 year contracts. They just want some kind of job consistency that they’re not getting in the services.
Enough of that. I spent the last week of waiting for Pedro to come home from training just running errands with friends, going to the pool to tan and swim, and cleaning the house maniacally. It worked because the days whooshed by and I almost wasn’t ready for Pedro to come home when he did. I’m glad to have him here and whipping Bronx back into shape! We spent the weekend gorging ourselves on yummie food, taking Bronx to the dog park, playing laser tag with friends and having a semi-drunk game night. It was nice to just go on dates with him after three weeks apart. It’ll be another month or so till he’s gone again so we need to start getting the apartment packed up for storage/garbage/shipping. I need to figure out how we’re going to sell the couch since Pedro wants to save the storage space and buy a new sofa when he gets back from deployment. It was in great condition until Mr. Bronx decided to munch on the lining he could reach underneath and basically eat a huge hole out of it. Gotta love the never-ending puppy tantrums.
I’ve been watching the show “Oddities” on a marathon for at least the past 3 hours. I think it’s starting to seep into my brain because some of the things they buy and sell are starting to seem pretty cool. Earlier I was addicted to Taboo, but I pretty much watch it anytime it’s on. It’s an interesting show because it puts a different, unbiased angle on some things that are negatively viewed here in the West. Granted, some things are really creepy on there, but I like learning about other cultures views on taboos. All this means is that I’ve spent the entire day in front of the television in case you didn’t catch on yet. Haha. I’m going to get back to my temporary addictions and hopefully it’ll make the time pass so I can finally eat dinner. The entire apartment smells like Parmesan Crusted Chicken so imagine how my tummy feels right now. =\
My Marine comes home either tomorrow or Friday but I’m praying hard for tomorrow. These have been the most insane three weeks since I’ve been in California, but it’s so worth being here to welcome him home. He ships out in just a little over a month, but these next weeks will be the sweetest. I’m so excited for tomorrow!!!!! I’m still cleaning like a mad woman but at least I have my music to pump and my rebellious teenage puppy to take care of. After the house is done, I have to clean myself up and straighten my hair because Pedro asked me to. It’s going to take me at least 3 hours but hopefully my neighbor can come help me with the parts I can’t see and give my puny arms a rest. Okay, enough blathering, I have to get cracking on the cleaning!!
Who knew that a three week DET would feel so much longer? It’s only been about a week and a half since Pedro’s been away and it’s as if he’s been gone for a month. Maybe I’m just starting to go stir crazy but I feel like I’ve left the house so much more since he’s been away. Bottom line is I miss him. I haven’t even had the will to clean house and that’s something I need to do before he gets home and thinks I let our home go to ruin! I’ve just been preoccupied thinking about all the things we need to take care of here before he deploys and I leave to NY. There’s so many loose ends to tie before we make these moves and I want to make sure we get everything done while we still can and don’t have to rush.
We’ve made arrangements for me to stay at his sister’s house while I’m in NY so that’s one less thing to worry about. Plus, he’ll still be contributing to their rent so they’ll have a bit of a break and be able to save up a nice little nest egg if they’re smart about it. I’ll have to sleep with Bronx in my room, but he’s been doing that pretty much every night since Pedro’s been away. I’ve tried twice to lock him up in his crate overnight and he wakes me up early in the morning to let him out so he can sleep in my bed with me. Now I know he can sleep in till 12 PM and not piss himself or all over the apartment. He’s so spoiled! I don’t know how Pedro’s going to like competing for space with this silly dog lying all over the bed. He doesn’t stay in one place overnight so this’ll be a rude awakening for him when Pedro crushes him in his sleep. Hahaha. I can hear his little squeak already.
Now all I’m worrying about is finding an airline that will accept Bronx and not charge an arm and a leg. One airline that catered only to pets wanted to charge over $1000 and the flight was out of Los Angeles to somewhere in Long Island. It would have taken a day to transport him so I’m not getting where the price kicks in. I know they were stressing that the pets were the passengers so they were not in cargo or anything but that’s like two roundtrip tickets for me! We still have to pay for my ticket, storage fees for the car and furniture and possibly some shipping costs for some of my clothing to take back so I don’t want to spend a ridiculous amount on his ticket. I plan on cutting back on the bags, shoes, and most of the clothing so it shouldn’t be as expensive as it was to ship it here, but it’d be nice to keep everything as cheap as possible.
I have to start getting back into the habit of sleeping earlier since I’ll have to get used to Pedro’s sleep schedule again and then have to deal with the time change back on the East coast. I’ve been sleeping no earlier than 2am and I wake up after 11am. The Nyquil has been helping keep me knocked out since I started getting sick last week. If I had started taking it when I first felt the itchings of a cold, I’m sure it’d be completely gone by now but what can you do? I’ll just have to deal for now. At least I don’t have a fever anymore and most of the sore throat is gone! I hate being sick and it always seems that the warm weather brings me colds faster than the cold does. Another New York winter will probably ruin me but I’ll start taking vitamins more often to avoid that.
I can’t think of anything else I did that even rates to be written about on here so for now I’ll call it quits. It’s sad that I haven’t even cooked anything to brag about! I can’t be blamed for not cooking since my number one fan is away. =(
It’s pretty tough trying to keep myself busy these past four days. The apartment doesn’t get too messy so there’s not much to clean and I have to wait till pay day to get the laundry done. Bronx has been pretty lethargic so he spends most of his day napping. It helps since when he’s awake he jumps at the sound of any car parking or people passing by our patio. I’m sure he thinks it’s Pedro coming home but that won’t be for another few weeks.
I have been spending most of my time running errands with my neighbor and hanging out watching movies with her. Yesterday we actually went to the gym for an hour then came home and jumped in the pool. It felt really good even though my legs still feel a little jelly today. It’s gotten increasingly harder to sleep at night though. Little noises keep me up. Usually we sleep with the fan on because Pedro’s body temperature is so hot he’ll start sweating without it so since I’m habitually cold and alone in the bed, there’s no fan and no background noise. I’m also keeping extra alert in case someone tries to break in or something. We live in a nice neighborhood so I don’t believe anyone would do that especially since it’s so well lit and we’re close to the even more well lit parking lot. I didn’t realize how much security there was having a Marine in your bed. It’s like having a personal bodyguard and a better guard dog than Bronx. Honestly, he can’t help it. Pit bulls are not meant to be guard dogs and are too excited to be friendly to new people to bother being wary and sizing them up first. Whatever the case, I haven’t been getting much more than six or seven hours of sleep since he’s been gone. Granted, we’ve been staying up till 1 or 2 am, but Mr. Bronx wakes me up no later than 9 everyday.
As soon as Pedro gets back we have to start packing up our stuff to put in storage. We’ve decided that I’ll be moving back to New York to be close to my friends and family for support while he’s deployed. This means I get my own apartment, but I am a little worried that I won’t find anything soon enough. Luckily, I have some amazing women in my life who are willing to put me and my dog up for awhile until I get settled. I’m trying to be cost effective with this living situation because Pedro is going to be paying my rent and I’ll definitely only want a part time job since I need to take care of my pup and to spend quality time with everyone. I moved out of New York so fast, I didn’t properly say goodbye to quite a few people. I already appreciate the fact that I get to visit everyone so I’m sure those six months will be amazing.
I don’t think I have bothered to really cook anything for dinner since Pedro left so tonight I’m thinking of cooking something to keep my busy for a couple hours. Maybe I can break out the Crockpot and just let that do all the work for me. Things come out surprisingly good in a slow cooker. I’m a huge advocate for slow cooking everything though so I would probably think it’s amazing no matter what. I can’t wait for Pedro to come home so I have someone to cook for again. Hopefully when he gets back I can make something special for him as a surprise. Two and a half more weeks but it’s so far away!! It’s cold today because of the rain so I won’t be at the pool or taking Bronx to the park. For now I’m going to go back to watching the Avengers cartoon and just generally vegging out. Without the fatty snacks and constant eating at least. Ooh, I can steal the dog’s body warmth instead of getting a blanket. Sounds like a good plan! A nap is in order after this. XD
So I’m not upset about everything but I’m livid that yesterday Pedro came home about an hour and a half late and today he has already been stuck at work for an extra two hours. On Thursday he goes to Twenty Nine Palms which is a different base that they’ll be training at for three weeks. So I’ll be here. Alone. Fun. We almost missed the Padres-Cardinals game last night because he was so late. Good thing the tickets were freebies or else I’d have been pissed. Plus, I never would have paid for anything short of Yankees tickets. And here I sit ranting about today’s miserableness [which is most certainly not a word]. Bronx has been whining for the past hour or so because P’s not home yet. I walked him and let him handle all his business so it can’t be that anymore. What’s he gonna do when he’s gone for almost a month?
I haven’t posted in awhile because we’ve been busy. I know we saw Thor sometime last week and that was actually a good movie. Then we had a Costco run so we could stock up for our little barbecue on Saturday evening/End of the World Party. No wonder no one showed up, they were all scared off and getting the humps outta there system to ready themselves to be raptured. Pity nothing happened! But our first get together went well. I made baked mac and cheese and Pedro did the not so perfect grilling but at least everything was edible. We ended up playing Dance Central on the Kinect for a few hours and everyone slowly started clearing out. I haven’t been up till 2am in FOREVER so that was a fun miracle. Sunday we saw the Pirates movie and as much as everyone complained that it was played out, there were quite a few people at that matinée and when we left they had a set up with people cosplaying as pirates. I liked the movie so I don’t care if it’s not cool anymore! That was the past 5 days in a nutshell.
I’ve made no effort to clean this week except for the laundry I did yesterday morning but I spent over 2 hours straightening my hair with my new flat iron and today I gave myself an all day mani-pedi. Nothing amazing it just took forever to get it right and I had to experiment with layers of colors to get the effect I wanted. Who knew gold and silver glitter layered so well? Now I do. Haha. Since it’s late now I can’t ask Pedro to cut the ends of my hair so hopefully he gets a chance tomorrow. I can only cut my hair when it’s straight and I don’t want to overkill with the flat iron although it seems to have done minimal damage thus far. I would hate to be one of those girls who always tell me “OMG I love your hair. I/someone I know used to have hair just like that till I/they straightened it to death!”
The hardest part about this is that I’m hungry and haven’t cooked dinner or prepared anything to cook when he gets home. We’re trying our hardest to pinch all the pennies to help with our move next month so eating out is a no-no. I just hope that everything works out and that we find a nice place because I’m tired of spending so much time apartment hunting. Being in downtown San Diego last night and seeing the skyline from our seats in Petco Park really made us miss home. Nothing compares to the New York City skyline but I definitely took it for granted while it was at my disposal to see it. I would love to get my hands on a painting of the skyline or an artsy blown up photo to hang in our living room. That would help fill the void missing the city left.
Being that we’re moving, we might not be able to take that trip back to New York we were talking about taking before he deploys. There’s no point in me going back without him since I don’t have any time constraints to visit. Plus I wanted to enjoy it together since it’s usually just one of us going home after being away. That’s something we’ve never done together and I think it’d make a great memory. I know I just wrote twenty different things in no particular order but frustration does terrible things to your concentration and thought process. I might just down a beer to calm myself and help me keep from yelling at the dog like he has any answers. Speaking of which, it smells like puppy farts, time to light a candle!
Well no, I don’t. I know I’m addicted. Horribly addicted. Addicted to nail polish. I think I’ve bought about 8 different color polishes in the past week. It sucks not to have everything you own in one place! Ah well, here’s to rainbowed nails for the next few weeks! Also, this not having to climb walls and carry boxes is doing wonders for my nails. They’re much stronger and growing healthier. Now if I can just learn to leave my cuticles alone we’ll be in business. ^-^
Keeping up with my every two days trend, I’m posting something that I’ve recently talked about with someone and seen all over my Facebook feed and news articles. The apocalypse, end of the world, coming of God or whatever other names they’re calling it is what I want to rant about. There was actually a news report interviewing people on how they felt about this hype. It seems like society’s need for massive change is just going too far. I’m a firm believer in the human habit of making life more complicated for oneself in order to make it “interesting”. Stemming from that is this Apocalypse mumbo jumbo. What signs do we really have that the world is coming to an end?
Some would say that the Mayan prophecy is foreshadowing of the event, but as we are today, could you imagine looking towards 7011? Five thousand years from now doesn’t sound probable to me so how would an ancient people imagine past our current modern times? The prophecy basically says that at the end of 2012, there were will be some sort of shift in consciousness that can either have a cataclysmic result or just be some kind of instant enlightenment. I doubt that we as the human race are currently on any path to be mystically enlightened into a shared consciousness. I’m not a scholar on this and I don’t put much into it so I could be wrong with my interpretation based on what little I know, but this does come up quite frequently and is part of the hype. The more a body of people believe in something, the more likely they are to make it happen themselves as opposed to waiting for divine intervention. In other words, if we as an entire planet were to put faith into this, we would end up creating a movement similar to a fulfillment of the Mayan prophecy.
Then we have these religious zealots that believe the Rapture will come in 2012. The Rapture is pretty much when those destined for heaven will rise into the sky to meet the Lord. No where in the Bible is there a finite date for this to happen but based on the Mayan prophecy, they’re assuming the Rapture will occur at the same time. You can’t incorporate one belief system with another. That’s cheating! Plus, although the Bible is the word of God, it was still transcribed by men and we all know how fallible human error can be. Hopefully their rise doesn’t bring them too high seeing as without proper protection the ozone layer will burn them up. Sounds like a cult following when you don’t think it through fully. Technically I am Catholic so I’m not saying something like this isn’t possible, just that it seems highly unlikely that every mystical, religious, destructive, and planet shaking event will converge and happen next year.
The point is: Devastation happens. There will be no end to meteorological phenomena as long as Earth exists. People will do drastic things for one reason or another. That’s the whole thing with living, life goes wherever and however you live it. There is no point of living in fear of the end of the world just because some ancient people foretold it would happen. If human beings were given the power to predict the future, why haven’t we began working on our own prophecies for the year 4000? When people have time to think, they will imagine and create things beyond the average person’s range of thoughts. That’s probably why we keep ourselves busy with school, work, and various pastimes to keep our minds from roaming. Our generation is a distinct one because we’ve run out of simple things to create and have to delve deeper into our minds to leave our stamp on the world. Let’s not mark our time on the planet with fear of antiquated ideas and create movements of our own.
As an afterthought, I came across this website while searching for some explanations of this whole Apocalypse movement and this pretty much summed up all the “evidence” people have been basing their theories on. Doesn’t seem like the author believes any of it so I appreciate the skepticism. Plus it further’s my point. =]
Normally I’m an early bird and fall asleep when Pedro does so that I can wake up early enough to take care of Bronx and take advantage of the day. For some reason, and honestly I blame the Pepsi Max, I can’t sleep. I haven’t had hard caffeine like that in awhile and my body reacts so much to caffeine that I’m sure it’s wired right now. I think I’m gonna go help my neighbor with her hair dying. Hopefully that’ll wear me out. Caffeine high. Go figure.