I Can't Help It!!!!!

So I'm a huge mess of emotions right now. Up until last night, I had only cried once. And that was from looking at picture frames on Babies R Us. It was a really cute one.

Last night, I was in a terrible mood. It's like PMS, only 12 times worse. And I knew I was in a bad mood, but I guess when you are pregnant, you can't help it. I hate being mean to Blue Eyes. After a evening of being in the worse mood of my LIFE, we got ready to go to bed. I always feel nauseous at night, which makes my mood even worse. He already laid down, and I started to and then remembered that I hadn't taken my medicine yet. I got frustrated, mostly with myself, and stood back up,and he was like, "You don't have to be such a grumpy ass."

I lost it.

I stood up, grabbed my medicine, and started crying. In the middle of my cry fest I said, "I can't heeeeelllllllllp ittt!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I walked off towards the kitchen and B.E. told me to come back, but I couldn't. I went in the kitchen to take my medicine but crying hysterically makes that a little bit difficult. When I was finally done, I went and laid down. He asked me if I was done crying. I wanted to cry again, but I didn't. He kissed my cheek and told me he loved me and we went to bed. Then I woke up like every hour.

Uhhh. I really hope tonight is a better night.


How can you make yourself in a better mood when your hormones are going crazy?!?!

Doctor appointment and Goodwill Wednesday are tomorrow!! Don't faaaaa-git!

The One Where I'm In A Mood

This morning when I got to work, my supervisor asked if we had heard about our Mayor. Apparently, he had run off to Mexico with his illegal partner. He was the best Mayor this town has ever had, and I'm pretty sure everyone knew he was gay. He said that he left because he knew by his partner being here, it was illegal, and he didn't feel right about it. So imagine all the hateful comments and horrible things people are saying about him. Even though, everyone knows he was a damn good Mayor. I heard someone say, "You know, even though he was gay, he was still a good Mayor." Hmm. Ok. Even though he was gay. I can hear in the office next door the jokes that are being made about him. Why do people think it's ok? Why is it funny?

And then, of course you have American Idol. I'm willing to bet if Adam wasn't gay, he would have won. He was an excellent singer. Not to say that Kris wasn't, but I just have a strong feeling that because of Adam's lifestyle, that's why he didn't win.

Maybe I should have started this post out differently.

Hi world. I would like to introduce you to one of my best friends. The funniest, most hysterical, would do anything for you, outgoing and lovable person I know, my brother Josh. Who, also, happens to be gay. I love him, so much, that I find myself taking up for every gay person out there when someone says something hateful. I love him, so much, that I find myself in tears, while screaming at a guy I used to work with for saying horrible things to another guy at work that happened to be gay. I love him so much, that I am writing a post, all for him. A lot of sisters don't have a close relationship with their brothers. I do. I am so thankful for that. I just get so tired of hearing close minded people saying things that really, they shouldn't have ever let leave their mouths.

I love you Joshie. You are what other people should strive to be. You are so smart, so funny and so friendly. I can't imagine my life without you. Even though you are gay.

My Current Annoyance: Nasty McNasterson

Can I just say, thank Baaaajeeeesus it's Friday? No? I said it anyway. I have only worked 4 days this week but it feels like I've been working 9 straight days. This guy I work with, we'll call him Nasty McNasterson, has called in two days in a row with pink eye. First of all, ewww, pink eye is so gross and second, he is such a winey bag baby and he is 40 years old. What really gets my blood pressure boiling is that he has the nerve to be all like, "I don't know what the big deal is. Pink eye isn't that bad. I don't see why everyone is making a big deal out of it." And I'm like, well, Nasty McNasterson, it is so gross because you keep getting it and I'm starting to think you need to be careful while wiping your McNasty butt when you poo because apparently some poo particles are getting on your finger and into your McNasty eye." If I keep talking about it, it will turn into an entire post on poo and I'm not sure anyone can handle that right now.
Anymcnasty, I watched Grey's last night. Ohmygawd it was so gooood! I cannot believe I have to wait until the fall to find out what happens! I let myself get really into this show, because it really is the only one I watch, so I feel that it's ok. B.E. actually watched it with me! We rarely watch TV, so it was something different for us. He worked on the room some more last night. I "accidentally" had already showered, so I couldn't help him. What? The dishwasher was already empty!


This weekend we will be doing more remodeling (YEEHAW) and just hanging out at La casa de Boshears. Crap. I said his last name. Isn't it such a cute name though. Briana Boshears. Say it with me now, "AWWWWW".

Have a great weekend peeps!!

HumASS

And here is a little conversation I had with a Wal-Mart employee last night.

Breezy: "Excuse me, mam. Where can I find Hummus at?"

No Teeth: "Hermus? Harness? Huh?"

Breezy: "Um. Hummus."

No Teeth: "Hrm. Well it might be in the garden center."

Breezy: "Mam, you eat it."

Needless to say, I didn't get any hummus.



But what I did get yesterday was a rose and a sweet, sweet card from Mister Blue Eyes. I would have a picture of it, but my camera went dead and I can't find my charger. I'll describe it. It's white on the outside and red on the inside and it's beautiful! I was just sitting at my desk pretending to work, and he brought it to me. OMG I almost cried!

I love him.

The end.

Letter To The @$$hole that took 4 1/2 Years From Me

Dear @$$hole:

I put away a bunch of feelings and thoughts that I had accumulated over the last 4 1/2 years. Remember, because I couldn't ever talk to you about my feelings? Yea, they were stuck somewhere behind my heart, I think. I pushed them away and away until I couldn't feel anymore. YOU did that to me. I was finally emptying out my last box this weekend and all those thoughts and feelings suddenly reappeared when I found a journal that I used to write in at night. That journal never made me feel bad about the things I said. It never made me ashamed or embarrassed when a tear would fall off my cheek. It never yelled, "Why are you crying", when really, all I wanted was someone to hug me. I was reading some pages out of that journal and realized that almost everything in there, was something negative about you. I would always ask it, "Why is he so mean to me? Why does he talk to me like I'm dirt? Why doesn't he ever act like he appreciates me?" I couldn't ask YOU those things. I take that back. I tried. Over and over you told me that you couldn't change. Several times you told me that if I left you, you wouldn't care because, "I have so many girls that want me." You made me feel bad about myself. I could never do enough to make you happy and to make you nice to me all the time. You were always against me. You never took my side. I felt like we were never on the "same team". Remember when you would be asleep and I accidentally made a noise? You yelled at me, or said "ssssshhhhhhhh" really loud. You always made me drive everywhere. You never wanted to really marry me, I know that. I can still hear the mean, hurtful, horrible things you said to me when you were drunk. 3 times. Things so horrible, I couldn't even repeat to my Mom. I know you don't remember them and what was it that you said the next day? "It's not like I hit you or anything like that. It's not even that bad." I don't know why I stayed with you for as long as I did. I guess I was scared.

You had your days. You could be super nice one day but I think as soon as you realized how nice you were being, you quickly started acting hateful again. You were good to me at birthdays and any other holiday that involved giving me something. I wish that you would have been good to me all 365 days a year, instead of just those days. I'm not saying that all 4 1/2 years were absolutely horrible. But for the most part, they were not good.

I don't know if you still read this or not. If you do, maybe you will take something from this and it will make you a better partner in your next relationship. You can be a great boyfriend, if you really wanted to be.

I have someone now that appreciates me, all the time. I have someone that lets me talk about my feelings. I have someone that isn't afraid to tell me he loves me, even if it's 10 minutes after he already said it. He doesn't "assume" that I know. He makes sure I know. I have someone who never makes me feel bad about myself. I have someone who is 100% on my "team", and not against me. I can finally, honestly say, that I am in love with my best friend. Because best friends don't make you feel the way you made me feel-ever.

I hope you find the same.

MonDayDreams-Chapter 2

Why hello there! It's Monday, and you know what that means (except for last Monday, I wasn't at work, therefore, I wasn't daydreaming, therefore, no MonDayDreams).

So. I was sitting here staring at a paperclip thinking how annoying most people on Myspace are. Seriously. You know the ones I'm talking about. That person that fills out every single survey that comes through. That person that updates their mood every 20 seconds. "so-n-so is taking a poo. 5 seconds ago." "so-n-so is eating a ham sandwich. 25 seconds ago." "so-n-so is going shopping!!" 32 seconds ago."

Anyway, you get it.

I guess what bothers me most about this type of person is the fact that every time they upload new pictures, they feel the need to post a bulletin that says "I posted new pics! Comment please!!!!!"

Ok.

1. Are you that desperate that you have to tell people to leave you comments?
2. Do you not realize that there is something called "friend updates" that let's us know when you add new pictures?
3. Get a life.

I'm sorry if you are one of these people. You should know how ridiculous you are. If you don't get comments on the 75 pictures you just put up of your new hair cut, do not beg for them. It simply means that people do not care about your haircut, or pictures of it.

Have a Marvelous Monday!!

Uh, doi

Last night I had my Anatomy lab.

Oh. My. Gawd. (my signature phrase, btw)

I'm pretty sure the teacher was at least 3 years younger than me and she was STOOOOOOOOPID. That made me sound really mean. But seriously. My lab partners and I could not stop laughing because this chick had no clue as to what was going on. We had just come from our lecture, where the teacher is very smart, put together and....surprise, surprise, TEACHES US SOMETHING. So, going into this class we were all just a little bit, hmm, I don't even know the word to use. To top it off, she had hurt her knee, and she was limping like crazy. Limp-walking across one side of the room to the other looking for supplies for us to do experiments and I'm sorry, but it was cracking me up! We only go to lab once a week and we have a test next Tuesday.

We were asking her, "What is going to be on our test, becasue we haven't really learned anything."

Her: "Yea, I'm not really sure. I mean, probably this, and maybe that, but I'm not sure."

Hmm. OK? I'm just going to go ahead and plan on making a 15 on the exam.

Anyhoodle. Not too much else to report on so here's a picture of the new whip, and me and Blue Eyes at the River Walk in San Antonio.

Happy Hump Day YALL!! (from Texas, of course)

Chola Power

Ok.

You have probably already seen the picture at the bottom of this post. So now is the time to explain why I would ever make myself look like that.

Friday night. Brandon and I had to drive to Eldorado because one of our towers were having problems and he's on call and since I'm awesome, I get to ride with him. So anyway. After he puts a magical spell on the tower, we start heading out of town. He wants to stop and put gas in the truck and we decide we need snacks for the 45 minute trip back to Angelo. So to the Shell Gas Station we go. After standing in line for 5 minutes, because truly, cash registers are THAT hard to operate, Brandon decides to go back out to the truck while I wait and pay for said snacks. I'm just going to go ahead and assume it was this girls first day at work-ANYWHERE, because she could not figure anything out on the register. So it's finally my turn to pay. *oh good* I think to myself, because I have a new cash register girl. She must have been on break. Here is where I lose it. I look up at this girl, and oh dear LORD, her MAKEUP is horrific. I am not exaggerating with how I did my makeup in the below picture, because this is EXACTLY how she looked. Only, hers was way darker and way uglier, if that is even possible. Wait, I lied. I didn't have any white eyeshadow to go right underneath my eyebrows, so mine doesn't look exactly like hers, but you get it. Also, I was laughing so hard while applying this crap that I couldn't do a very good job. LOL.

I am sorry, girl who works in Eldorado Texas at the Shell Gas Station. Your makeup looks terrible. Why would you even walk out of your house looking like that in the morning? You should be ashamed of yourself. And that's all I have to say about that.
P.S. I color my eyebrows in everyday, so I am in no way trying to offend anyone. But this girl was rediculous.