So, I'm trying SO hard to plan this wedding....

So, we all knew it was coming, but on July 6th David proposed to me while we were on our MI trip this past week.

It was so sweet.

He took me for a tour of the southern area of Beaver Island. We were at the bluffs, looking out over the serene view of the water, and all of natures bounty... it was just about to start drizzling. He wrapped his arms around me from behind so we could share our warmth, and look out at the view. I felt him mess with one of his coat pockets, and he told me how much he loved me, and "Guess what?... will you marry me?"

*grin*

Of course I said yes.

My ring is so super and made of awesome



I'll post proper pictures later when I'm not falling down exhausted from flying home today... 3 flights & a 4 hour time difference can wipe a girl out.

G'night folks!

XOXO

Ciao!

Don't count on my original plan to go to Ruin tonight, my friend is sick whom I was meeting up with... and that was the only-est reason I was going to go.

Mah poor sickly girl.

Today has a lot going on in it anyways, I've 2 clients to meet with, a friend to pick up at the airport, and the usual gauntlet to run besided.

Aaaaany way, I found out why that friend made an apperance in that dream I had. After mulling it over in my head I remembered I had crossed paths with him last week. It must have been sitting in the back of my head, waiting till I was ready to deal with it.
In my dream we sat and worked out our misunderstandings instead of what actually happened, which was avoiding eye contact.

If I had for a second thought that the out come would have been the same as my dream, I would have made the effort. But knowing it would have just ended up being an akward exchange, where no effort would have been given in return (most likely) I just left it alone. I've tried in the past to talk things out to no avail... so why stick my hand in the blender again?

The dream was just a momentarily nice conclusion to things...
until I figured out why I had it in the 1st place.

Whatever.

So I got up this morning, at 7-but-crack-o-clock because I thought I had an appointment with a client at 9 in Long Beach...

Realised I didn't have the address, so I kept calling and calling my boss...
TOTALLY freaking out.

Got a call from him like a few minutes ago...


That appointment is for NEXT goddamn week.

Fail.

THEN I ran across pictures of a friend (or I guess it'd be an ex friend)
whom I don't talk to anymore... and it made me extra sad, because he'd had a cameo in my dream last night.

More fail.

I should just go back to bed till noon when my next client is up on my schedule, before anything else happens... like a hurd of rabbid kittens attack me or something equally random... this just has to be overflow from yesterday, cuz I dropped a full can of pledge on my toe, got a papercut off a Subway wrapper, and then David accidently elbowed me in the back of the head.

*checks sky for random meteor*

:(

So, this afternoon I got a vair special text and have made my set in stone plans to be at Bats Day this year on Saturday, May the 2nd...

Who else is planning on going that day?

Let me know, so David & I can meet up with you for some spooktacular fun.

That does it... I need A/C... I need it now.

The thermostat is capped out...

I live at the beach for Christsake!

I've had two 42 oz Slurpees, two cold showers, and still it's unbearable.

My GAWD, why do these gardeners feel the urge to park under my bedroom window at 8am to mow a microscopic patch of grass for 20 minutes, rake the cement for another 15... (BTW the scratching of aluminum on cement can drive me to the point of homicide)
THEN proceed to talk really loudly in Spanish for the remainder of the hour?

Just makes me want to go down there, take them, and beat them senseless, and rip em up with a lawn edger for their insolence.

I may be investing in a paintball gun.

Jerks.

So, I've been losing weight with my physically exhausting job... that rarely affords me the time to eat until I get home.

Bonus: I'm wearing all my skinny clothes again

Not so bonus: My bras don't fit as nice as they did.

Pewpiez.

I guess the price of my flat stomach, and firm butt was paid in full by a cup size.

S'ok. If anyone makes fun of it, I can knock em flat on their ass with the increased strength I got in my arms from scrubbing showers. LOL.

So, I was thinking of all the fun I used to have... you know... before the economy took a massive belly flop. I realize I just don't get out at all anymore unless it's working. Mostly because I'm just so tired by the time I've got a day off, that all I want to do is lay about and do nothing. Well... nothing out side my apartment.

We'll just say my job is rigorous and soul draining most of the time. I miss having an office job sometimes, because I knew when my days off would be... and I knew how much I'd be making that week. Sadly, my busiest days are Fri-Sun for obvious reasons, so getting out on a night when all my fav freaks will be doing the same, generally, just isn't in the cards for me.

Soon, I think I'll have to just bite the tired bullet, and go out anyway...
David's been a little eager to venture out into our old haunts as well... though he seems to generally be just as content to sit in front of his computer & game his heart out. He's cute like that.

Sooooooooooooo...

Question.

Which night / club is most frequented at the moment?

If I'm going to crawl out of my crypt, then it'll be on a night where I can see all of you... or at least a decent amount of you.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand GO!

Betcha all are wondering a few things...

Where have you been?

Why are you up at 4am?

What have you been doing?

Simmer down... I'll tell u.

I've been working a lot, doing maid service... so not a lot of time to sit down and type on Myspace/LJ.
*Bewh* I only get paid while I'm cleaning, so it's in my best interest to take on as much as my little body can handle. (Which = the suck) I also have my home to take care of, and David. It eats up SO much of my attention span. 1/2 the time I'm reduced to mush by the end of the day.
Sometimes I play WOW to unwind. I luuurv me some WOW.

I'm up and at 'em at 4am... because I've gotten a new (albeit bitchy) client who wants me to be at her home at 7:30 am. Today is her 1st cleaning, and DAYUM it's gunna be 5 + hours of hell. I'm used to the hours, but the fact that she wants me there before she goes to work...
In Inglewood (Can we say "traffic") all because she doesn't want to be around while I clean her pig-pen. *gir* I'd be more understanding if she wasn't so condescending about it. Anyways, she want's it to be a weekly maintenance. I have a lot of those. BUT she wants me to do her laundry, and dishes too. YUCK! Scrubbing your shower is one thing... but sorting & washing someones skanky laundry is quite another... I can't believe I got suckered into it... At 7:30AM
I doubt she'll tip. I may pass this one to another cleaner, after the initial cleaning this morning... I dunno...

Aaaaaanyways... that's what's new and exciting. Whee.

So I went to bed at 7:30pm... and now I'm awake... and WOW is down for maintenance...
And I'm alive with the power of coffee.

Yay for coffee.

Bewh for betchy clients.

Yay for Myspace/LJ.

Bewh for impending traffic jam ahead of me... and cleaning up after a total slob.

*sigh*

I'm home!

The trip was beyond fantastic!

Pictures to follow of all our exploring... as soon as I can find my cord to do so.

I've never seen such beautiful beaches.

Never.

I've returned with a whole new and clear perspective on life.

I got to go to the zoo, nature trails, the highest natural point in Florida (only 86 ft above sea lvl), on Davids grandparents super lux boat, the country club, fishing, Wellington (which is an area almost completely dedicated to all things having to do with horses), a sea turtle rescue center, nice restaurants, and hang out with my cousin briefly.

It was purely magical.

Xmas was delightful, as was New Years Eve.

Best vacation ever.

Don't call before 9:30 am.....

That is all....