Happy (belated) Valentine's Day!

Instead of going out and spending a butt ton of money, Dave and I cooked lasagna (with garlic bread) and watched cheesy romantic movies (and had a glass of wine too) for Valentine's Day. I love those dates that aren't really dates, but just hanging out with each other. I'm a total homebody, I guess. Dave is sooooo sooooo sweet though, and while I can't really tell you what else he did for me, just know that he is wonderful. :)

On another note, I will graduate with an AAS in Accounting in December. Finally, as long as I've been in school I should have graduated with a Master's by now. Oh well. I have found that I probably got the better deal. I wonder just how many people that knew what they wanted to major in before they stepped foot on a college campus are going to be happy with that decision in 10 years? I'm not saying that it can't happen to me either, just saying it's less likely to happen to me, because I had time to experiment around with different fields of study. Ideally, when I graduate, I will find something that actually puts my knowledge to use and continue to go to school for my Bachelor's... I'm working on it, slowly but surely. I might even graduate before I turn 30! LOL.

Dave and I haven't really given up on getting married, but we're kind of on hold. Not concerning anything but finances and finding a decent place to live. Which is hard to do apparently. All the cheap apartments are tiny hole-in-the-wall places OR have a ton of Mexicans living there. I've come to terms that I will probably have to leave Lucie in Lebanon, number one because I don't think she can handle another move and two, what ever place we find to live most likely won't allow pets. But I think Lucie likes it out here better anyway. She has Gus here and plenty of free space to run.

So I don't know what's happened to me over the course of a month, but I have become a neat freak. Either I have grown up a little more or some kind of "clean" switch was flipped in my brain. LOL.

BLAAAARGH!!!

Alas, Dave and I didn't get married on the 4th. Too bad the house was in worse repair than we had previously thought. Busted pipes are kinda crappy. So maybe we'll get married in December, who knows? Whenever that damn house is finished I guess.

So anywho, the more that I stay out here in Lebanon, the more I love it. People don't bother you, and when they do, they're really friendly. I can let the dogs in the backyard and not have to leash them because it's fenced-in. Wal-Mart is not more than 5 or so minutes away, and plus there's tons of little restaurants to eat at (PAL'S INCLUDED!). I've found the library (hallelujah!) and other things I can get into over here.

I've found that even though I use more gas than I did when I lived in Abingdon, it's not as much as you think. It's only twice the amount that I was spending before. Which is totally doable. So instead of spending $80 I now spend $160. I've learned to pack my lunch (which not only saves money, it's waaaaaay healthier AND saves me the time and gas to go get something) and limit the trips I take. Which I really don't have a problem with that, I did that when I was in Abingdon anyway.

So after worrying if I was going to get financial aid this year for school was a waste: I got more this year than I have ever gotten before. Probably because I didn't have to list my mom's income. So I just finished up Computerized Accounting with an A. Which is much to my amazement because one chapter of homework took two hours, I'm surprised I found enough time and energy to complete five chapters a week. Starting on Monday I'll be taking Intermediate Accounting I and Principles of Federal Taxation I. I kinda miss my piddly English classes where I didn't have to try too hard to do well. I work my fingers to the nubs in my Accounting classes.

Still working at El Family des Dollar. Tried (I'm afraid unsucessfully) to get on at Alpha Natural as an Accounts Payable Clerk or AT&T as a Customer Service Rep. I haven't heard back from either one. Which blows, my current job is shit with shit pay. But at least I have insurance. It's crappy, but it's insurance, I guess.

So it's been a while...

Mom and I got evicted last month. Because our stupid fuck-face of a landlord lets everyone else have a dog but us. Oh well, I hated that place anyway. Goodbye Blush, goodbye Hippy-Cunt, goodbye stupid dog that barks everytime I walk in or out the door. You will not be missed.

So, even though it is further from work, I have my own house. Pretty neat, huh? And it's not like the trip to Abingdon is THAT bad... it's only 20 minutes away. The only thing I worry about is the mountain in wintertime... I do know that they tend to shut it down if it gets too bad.

I will keep working and schooling in Abingdon. If anyone thinks the job opportunities in Abingdon are crap, just try out here, they're awful. And I don't even want to think about going to school in Richlands. So there. I will be staying in Abingdon in those respects.

Oh, and by the way, Dave and I are getting married on August 4th. Yeah, I know we said December, but we just figured that sooner would be better than later.

We do need to find a stove for the house. And a microwave, 2 window a/c units, a coffee table, and 2 nightstands. The house isn't the Taj Mahal, but it is somewhere to live rent-free. So I think that getting evicted was a blessing in disguise.

Mexican Casserole

I know it's a little out-of-character for me to do this, but there's been a few people asking me how to make my casserole, so here it is. If you cook this you have to come back and tell me how you liked it!

Mexican Casserole

1 lb ground beef
1 can diced tomatoes and green chiles (drained)
1 can seasoned pinto beans (drained)
1 packet taco seasoning
1/3 cup water
1 block pepper jack cheese
1 pkg cornbread mix of your choice (I prefer Jiffy)
1/2 tsp minced garlic (about 1 clove) (optional)

Preheat oven to 400 degrees. Brown beef in skillet, halfway through cooking, add garlic if you're using it. After browned, DO NOT DRAIN MEAT, add taco seasoning and water. Cook meat until water evaporates. In a casserole dish, mix beans, tomatoes, and meat. Grate pepper jack cheese over the top. Prepare cornbread as per directions on its package, then pour over casserole. Bake for about 25-30 mins, until crust is brown. ENJOY!

This is what boredom sounds like

So yeah, sitting here in the office at work. Bored out of my mind.

My math professor is a bitch.

Had a test in Business yesterday that I completely forgot to study for.

I wish I could get some Wednesdays off... well... because that's Dave's day off.

My car sounds like a ticking time bomb.

I smoke too much.

Subway is the only thing that I don't get sick off of... but it's kind of expensive.

My week just ain't going right. :(

Okay, so I'm over it

The title should explain a lot. And you know what? I'm just going to use her name: I am over your bullshit, Brittany... have a nice life.

In other, more worthwhile news: I started classes this past Monday. Arithmetic is a complete joke. Plus my annoying freaky neighbor is in my class. Bummer. She wanted me to help her with the homework we were assigned Monday afternoon... SERIOUSLY??? It's fucking 2 + 2 shit.

Started Intro to Business on Tuesday. It sounds just as easy as Arithmetic, but maybe a little more enjoyable. Plus Brent Joyce is just awesome... talks really fast, but awesome nonetheless.

Alas, my friends, it's time for me to get back to work. :)

I've got to get this out...

Listen guys, I really don't do this often. But right now internet is my only outlet, and I'll warn you this is going to contain a lot of curse words, so if you're offended by that, please dont read this.

Okay, here goes...

I fucking hate little whiny bitchy girls who have to have things their way or no way. I come in and I do my job, not without complaints, but I make the best of it. It's hard to believe that there can be such a difference in people who are only five years younger than you. The girl I *used* to work with (because I think it's safe to say with this stunt she will no longer have a job) called in every fucking week... it was either her grandmother was on the verge of dying or she's misscarrying her baby. These themselves are valid excuses, but when she was unable to produce a doctor's note for her alleged miscarriage, it all became clear that these reasons were complete and utter bullshit... ALL OF THEM.

It was also funny that she either left early or called in on either Friday or Monday, and always in a week where someone had requested certain days off. Like I told my boss, we've all had emergencies, but someone with the worst of luck doesn't have an emergency every week, on Friday or Monday.

My guess is that she only wanted to work when she wanted to, either that or got mad when the other assistant manager put her in her place. She bitched about not getting forty hours a week, but when she was scheduled for forty hours, SHE'D FUCKING CALL IN. I was always taught to be happy that you even HAVE a damn job. She's called in more in her FUCKING THREE months of working than I have in THREE MOTHERFUCKING YEARS.

AND to boot, when you're only six weeks pregnant, you either miscarry or don't. Mom's worked in OB/GYN and only under EXTREME CIRCUMSTANCES (if any) would there be a need to put someone who is six weeks pregnant on bedrest. Like I said, she just wanted a couple of days off and it backfired on her. Good damn thing too, because if there's anything I hate more in this world, it's a fucking whiny, bitchy, irresponsible, chicken-shit LIAR.

And if I happen to be right about all this being some bullshit story to get out of work for a few days, SHE FUCKING DESERVES TO MISCARRY. If she's even pregnant at all with all the horseshit that's come out of her mouth. But I'm not saying that she deserves to miscarry if all this really did happen to her... but I tell you one thing: If she's willing to lie about miscarrying a baby, when she in fact is NOT, then it just goes to show that she's too irresponsible for a baby anyway. So in turn, I think she SHOULD FUCKING MISCARRY IT. Karma really is a bitch and honestly, it will catch up to you. Maybe not today, tomorrow, or even ten years from now, but it most certainly will.

And if she happenes to read this, and would like to talk to me about it, SHE IS MORE THAN FUCKING WELCOME TO COME TALK TO ME ABOUT IT, TO MY FACE, IF SHE ISN'T TOO CHICKENSHIT TO HEAR WHAT I HAVE TO SAY TO HER. She knows where I work. She knows what time I take my lunch break. And I would be MORE THAN PLEASED to tell her to her face just EXACTLY what I fucking think of her.

Actually, I'll go ahead and say what I think about her. I think she's spoiled. I think that she is a habitual liar. I think she's irresponsible. I think she's a bitch. She's got Groucho Marx eyebrows (maybe a little uncalled for, but it made me feel better). She's a scared little cunt who will have a serious problem coping with reality if she doesn't grow the fuck up.

Geez, okay, I think I'm done.

Day Number 10

So as most of you know, this is my tenth straight day of work. I'm bitchy and tired, so I'm just going to let all of this fly.

So we had a girl here at the store... we'll call her Mary. Mary had a really bad habit of either calling in or leaving early, usually with really far fetched excuses. Both of the assistant managers noticed there was a pattern to when Mary would call in. One day Mary called in with a really big excuse, but the manager couldn't let her come back without a doctor's note because of a really serious liability issue. Mary said she couldn't give a doctor's note because they didn't give her one.

WHO ELSE THINKS MARY IS FULL OF SHIT???