Meltdown

Last night I had a meltdown. I was so exhausted, tired, and upset. My husband had class last night which general goes from 6-9pm. Usually he stays at his parents after work so that he doesn't have to drive back and forth (his job is 5 mins from ASU) and then he comes home around 8:15-8:30 (his teacher apparently doesn't like to stay late). Yesterday was moving day. He left work early and some how convinced his parents into helping him. I got off work an hour early to help. By the time I got home the apt was pretty much empty, thank goodness. Nick finished packing the remainder of the living room crap (trust me its crap...we should just throw away) and then had to get ready for class. He left at 5:30ish and I started to clean. I thought I was going to kill my dog, he kept trying to eat my SOS pad that I was using to clean the oven.

At 8:30, I was exhausted. My back, my knees, my shoulders, and my arms were throbbing. My hands were raw from the bleach and hot water. I looked at the clock and started wondering where the heck my husband was. He had told me before he left that he would leave class early to help me clean. Yet it was now 8:32 and no Nick in sight. So I called and I called and I texted and I called some more. No answer, no response. What the heck? If he was still in class he would have texted me back. Was he in a car accident? Where was he? Didn't he know how tired I was? He said he would help me clean. Is he just hanging out at ASU? I am going to kill him, I thought, maybe I should call his parents and see if they have heard anything. I started to panic. He better be dead, skipping out on the cleaning, what a jerk. After 25 exhausting minutes, Nick walks in. I am now a widow. Sad. No but really. I was so mad at him. "Sorry my class went late and my cell phone died" he said as I started crying. Likely story, Mr Fuller...Likely story, Mr Fuller. In other notes, I think my menses will be here shortly and I think that I might have an anger problem because I always want to kill someone or something.

Moving Day

The day is here!! Today we get the keys to our first home. I can't believe that we now own a home. I am so excited and so scared all at the same time. We have so much to do. Looks like I will be busy every Saturday for the rest of my life.

This our new house...unfortunately the car in the driveway is not ours.

T-Rex

While I was putting on my mascara this morning, my husband walked into the bathroom and told me I look like t-rex when I am putting it on. He's so sweet.

Imagine this...

Yesterday, I was in Austin, TX to meet with a client. Note to self never wear high heels when traveling...your boss likes to walk for miles to find a restaurant. My feet hurt, my middle toe on my left foot lost its nail, very painful by the way especially when your toes are scrunched, I was sweaty, I was tired, and I couldn't wait to get home and take my shoes off. At the airport, I grabbed my phone to see if anyone loved me. Well, some people do. I had a message from Nicole, which I need to return, I miss her so much. I also had four missed calls from my husband's work. It always worries me when the same person calls me more than twice in a row...it usually means something bad has happened. Instead of listening to his message, I immediately called him back. He sounded pleasant when he answered, while I was slightly unnerved. "What's wrong?!" I asked. "Nothing" he replied, "Didn't you listen to my message?" I replied that I hadn't and he began repeating what he had left on the message. "Imagine this" he starts off, "One year ago, we decided to go hiking Papago Peak. It was dark and I pulled out a ring..." He goes on to describe how he was nervous as heck and proposed to me. Wow, he's good. Sometimes I forget, especially when I get angry at him for not helping more around the apartment or when I am cranky cause my feet hurt, how luck I am to have a thoughtful husband who remembers to celebrate the day we got engaged. So here's a little shout out to the man who makes my dreams come true. I love u, Nick.

Too immature

We got a call from the people who run the dog training center where we signed Mason up at. He's apparently too immature for the class. We have to reschedule him for a different class. I feel like a mom who was just told by the kindergarten teacher that her son is not ready for school.

Funny Stories of the Weak

On Tuesday, I had a meeting with some buyers from Intel. Which at my job is a pretty big thing. Intel is our largest customer and doesn't like "new" people to join their inner circle. Some how my boss convinced them to let me in their circle. I was really nervous about the meeting and somewhat stressed out. I don't want to look like an idiot in front of these people...which I tend to do in most, if not all situations. So I prep all morning for this meeting. Before I leave to go to work in the morning, I pretty cranky towards my husband...sorry about that Nick. I was really really stressed out about this meeting. Anyway I am stressed and nervous and just have knots in my stomach because I want to present myself in a good way.

At one o'clock, I headed out to the car to drive over to Intel. If you live in Phoenix right now, you know how humid it is and how much rain we have gotten this summer. You also may have noticed a huge increase in the number of mosquitoes flying about due to this large amount of moisture pooling up. And if you have ever been around me when I have been bitten by these flying blood suckers, you know that when I get bitten, I develop unusually large golf ball size lumps at the site of the bite. So like I said, I am walking to the car, when I feel something on my face. Naturally I slap my face. In doing so, killing the mosquito that just bite me and mashing its bloody remains all over my face.

I started to panic. "Oh no" I thought to myself as a rushed into the car and pulled down the visor to see myself in the mirror. My boss in the seat next to me started to chuckle. "Oh my gosh no!" I screamed in my head. There in the mirror, looking at me was a blood streak across the entire length of my right check with the remains of the brutal attacker as well as a large swollen red bump. My boss trying to diffuse the situation said "hey don't worry about when you get old you get lots of strange things on your face." "What?" I thought to myself. I am developing a softball size lump on my face before a very important meeting and your telling me that old age brings 'strange things on your face'. What does that have to do anything? He changes the subject and starts talking about something or other. I have to admit I was listening I was fixated on the enormous growth appearing on the right side of my face.

Within thirty minutes, we were at our destination. The lump had not gone down, if anything it looked more red. My boss looked at me as we walked in and I can tell by his distorted facial expression that he is trying hard not to laugh. The first thing my boss says to the people we are meeting with is, and I quote, "Lisa had a little incidence with a crazed wild beast". They all laughed but still stared at my face in horror. I think God was trying to teach me a lesson in humility. I am not sure.

It's been a year and I'm back bitches

Wow...what's with the swearing? Jeez. So I spend most of the morning at work reading other people's blogs and I think to myself, I should really start blogging again. But then I think, there are new people in my life (ie a husband) who might read this and get a glimpse of the in workings of my twisted mind and think I am crazy. I don't want people to think I am crazy. Even if it might be partial true. Okay an epiphany, maybe Nick already knows how crazy I am. Blogging is like recording all the thoughts that go thru my head with no sensor. This could be very dangerous. I will attempt, when possible, to sensor most of my thoughts. But I want everyone to know that they are reading at their own risk. You can't get upset or offended by me if you keep reading. Enjoy :)