brandylyn_kay

happy day darling !!!

thanks ever so much for having been born our beautiful clever girl, exactly twenty one years ago ♥

hope you're out having a great night! and remember -

hangovers can only be cured with a potent mixture of advil and another drink :]

::be safe::

that translates 'awesome' to you non fabulous types 

once free of training this evening, i jumped on the internets and started calling around for apartments / houses

we've come to the conclusion that we are paying WAYYYYY too much money for where we currently reside, for numerous reasons which i will now list

- it's tiny. seriously the living room barely fits the furniture we already have, let alone the new things we'd like to purchase like a larger cage for riley snake and another place for guests to sit their bums

- our laundry sucks. we share the two machines with three other apartments and their tennants and it's impossible to finish a load. either they remove your still damp clothes from the dryer to dry their own OR they take recently washed clothes out and set them on top of the dryer ... yes on top, as in not inside to dry. as in to sit there and become cold and modly smelling
OH and it's outside, across the backyard, the laundry room i mean. boo

- we can't really have pets, which makes having wren kitty a distinct problem

- our neighbors and thier incredible bass surround sound systems suck.

end of discussion

plus we make (excuse my saying) a shit load of money

we can afford alot better than this with our joint incomes, even seperately we can get better than this pit. so with michael's upcoming bonus check we're going to jump ship

it sucks that i'm moving again, it feels like i always am on th move or between places - but it's totally nessicary and something that will just make us all the more merry :]

so begins the search for a new home, something incredible is bound to be out there ♥

my list of requirements are

- that it has a garage

- that it's under $8oo

- that it has laundry facilities

- and that we can at least pay a deposit to keep wren kitty, she's not a pet ... she's a member of our perfect family and it wouldn't BE perfect without her

wish me luck ♥

with a backpack full of sunblock lotion and cheezit snacks, a full tank of gas and our stunna shades on ... we made the journey south to the denver zoo and all it's wonders

michael dutifully played the role of photographer with our newly purchased digital cam, even documenting our way out of town by snapping shots of the construction along i-25. and after learning that we could store five hundred photos, who would dare stop us?

once in sight you could see the child like amusement pass over both our faces, for certain we were more pleased than leigh - who sat quietly in his car seat and munched away unaware of the day ahead of him. we parked in this total underground layer reserved for zebras (the parking garage mascot) and people foolish enough to arrive after nine :]

and so we walked up and out of the garage towards the entrance, and i personally was dazzled - by the sunshine (it happened to be an unseasonal 72 degrees) by the people and just the overall atmosphere. i genuinely felt like a child. colors!

so in five hours of alternately pushing leigh in his stroller and sometimes taking him out to hold both our index fingers and prance along beside us, we saw it ALL

all in all it was a most perfect day spent with the world's most beautiful boys

and leigh behaved the whole day, so celebratory dance there. we didn't intend to stay so long (10:30 til about 4) but he stayed the course and kept his manners. proof positive that he's growing up and i need not always fear his firecracker attitude in public

we were constantly complimented on what a sweet little family we are and it made my heart swell - that i was blessed enough to yes indeed have the perfect family and enjoy such a rare experience with them. 

when we'd had our fill of the crowds and zoo smell we plodded back towards our zebra parking garage, with leigh's stroller newly weighted down with kettle corn and iccee drinks. heavy legs crawled back into the jetta and navigated home - only becoming lost once when mysteriously we ended up on interstate 70 instead of i-25 ... eventually though all was righted and we came home 

exhausted but completely happy <3

i hate being  the only full time person, it's not that i despise the responsibility or the hours ... what does get to me is the fact that people like loraine and holly (cute but naive little high schooler) can work for three hours, mess some or a million things up and leave me to deal with righting it all and carman's wrath

thursday morning i awoke to find i had no voice, so michael called in for me. i know he did because i could hear the answering service message on the other end (as he was lying next to me) and when i came in friday feeling refreshed ... i was ripped apart because i 'didn't call in'

ugh, it's games. i defended michael of course, saying that i was aware he phoned in on my behalf ...  and she flat called him a liar

that doesn't fly with me
so the rest of friday and all of today carman and i have been giving each other the evil eye and alternately avoiding each other

it must be nice to get paid to be a fantasical bitch :]

not to mention on friday when i did get back i was in trouble for the till being wrong on thursday, umm gee - the day i wasn't there. make sense? noooooo

on a side note i haven't been going to the gym in the AM anymore, it just wears me out and seriously i am not seeing any results. it's so frustrating, i am not huge ... but 140 on a five foot two frame really adds up. i just seem to be adding muscle ::furious:: 

michael and i were seconds away from signing the papers on this beauty ...



but we took a second to stop and breathe 

thank god we did. not that we couldn't afford the payments, because frankly we make about six grand a month between the two of us (not bad for this area) but i just don't know if that's something we want to deal with now ... and at 700 dollar monthly payments - the rest of our natural lives

i want it. i want it really really bad, i nearly gasamed all over the seat during the test drive

but really - we just bought the jetta like three months ago, and it's a really cute reliable car. it's only five years old and a good family mobile so we're going to stick with it and instead concentrate on getting another car (an rx7 hopefully, it's my dream car) or a motorcycle for our second mode of transportation.

... of course i have reserves on the crotch rocket (bike) because there is NO WAY my size nine ass is going to sit on that itty bitty bike and look as hot as i want to

nope

:D

okay - truth be told i am a total news and legality junkie. i live for true crime dramas whether found in a book or my daily internet news feed.

today i came across the story of cynthia sommer from california

cynthia has been accused and found guilty by her peers of killing her husband, a marine, through arsenic poisoning. 

before his death was ruled a homicide and not a heart attack (forensic toxicologists found high doses of arsenic in his liver) cynthia used the life insurance money she gained from his death to buy herself breast implants. in fact she had the initial consultation with the plastic surgeon the very day her husband was first home sick with violent bouts of vomiting 

okay

now, come april of 2008? she has been released after TWO YEARS of imprisonment.

two years for killing your husband?! not to mention financial gain of 250,000 dollars and new boobies from his life insurance?!

are you freaking kidding me?!

ugh!

you see this case has special interest to me because i am stuck in a marriage with an air force personnel. it's been a miserable union from day one, i cannot tell you of the mental and physical abuse horrors. 

and yet i am still married because i cannot afford the legal war he will wage should i ask for a divorce, and he will not file simply because he's a lazy selfish man. 

we have been married nearly three years and i only knew the man for about four months. i don't know him, i don't care about him - he kicked me out of the house pennyless and barefoot the night i admitted to being pregnant with his son. i lived in my car and he never once cared

what's to stop me seriously from being another cynthia sommers?

i however would inherit 450,000 dollars from his untimely death

not a bad deal if you ask me. and i'm pretty sure with the way he treated me, starvation, abandonment, neglect and constant threats on my life and that of our child ... that i could walk with less than two friggin years. she had no real excuse unlike me

i am a good person, i really am. but i see things like this and my mind gets a little taste of evil whims

life would be so easy if he would just keel over

no longer would i be forcibly attached to him. i could use that kind of money for a beautiful wedding to michael, a college fund for leighton, and yes maybe new boobies

i'm not saying i would ever do anything to him, that's just a wicked fantasy ... but really, is it all that bad to hope for a car accident?