The over due list

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This month like every other month is super busy. This that happen:

  • March 9th: My mom’s 50th birthday. Had a family dinner and cake at my house
  • March 13th: Got my tattoo touched up and another added to my left rib cage
  • March 16th: Caroline’s 14th birthday. Went to her party
  • March 16th & 17th: We went to TN rented a hotel for the night, got up the next morning and went to one of our friends wedding PS: I love mini-road trips with my husband.
  • March 24th: Friends had grill out and game night
  • March 29th: (tomorrow) Kyle gets the rest of his arm finished up. Tattoos for all!

Also, I ordered a pretty nice camera from Toys R Us should be getting that in the mail any day. Which means I need to renew my Flickr account now.

As you can see from my list I am busy. This doesn’t include my 30 hour work week nor full time college student nor full time wife. ๐Ÿ˜› But would I change at thing. . .never!

Also, this is wordless Wednesday; so here is a picture!!

11.12.11 it begins

I’m sitting here before class, a little bored but don’t want to play on FB anymore so I thought I would blog since I am trying to do this everyday.

I asked my grandma about having the wedding at her house. Just Me, Kyle, her and Wayne, Mom and Dad, and Cendy and Melvin. Which is all I truly want there besides Cammie but she can’t make it due to poor planing on my part. But never the less we are having it. I want it to be as simple as possible. I don’t want anything big. I don’t even want to dress up, is that bad?

I feel like crap I missed my Health Department appointment this morning and I really did need to go due to all the issues I have been having. But that is another day of blogging to explain all that.

Putting stuff off

It’s not secret about how much I love calendars and organizers. I have a color for each bill date, for school projects and even birthdays and paydays. I am so silly about it. I have a Google Calendar, an organizer for school/bills and one just for my bedroom. ๐Ÿ˜€ Does that make me a dork? I am so scared I am going to forget a bill or something like that. As many places as I keep it written down you wouldn’t think I would but sometimes it happens. Normally it is either the trash bill or something like that. Nothing major like elector or water. Hehe. But I am sure I would if I didn’t have it all written down all the different places. I even have my Google Calendar synced with my phone. See where I am going with this.

But I don’t think I could live without these things. I have to have everything organized. I think it goes back to the way my mother did things, which is lets leave all the bills in the truck and let them stack up until I think I should pay them, not when they are due. She pays her bills but because she hoards them back they are always late. Normally she forgets the cable bill which has lead to them not even having cable anymore because she let it go so long. She always ends up paying more for things due to the fact she just won’t call to handle them. It’s a very ugly cycle. I hate it.

Kyle says I’m bad about putting stuff off when it comes to calling about information. This is kind of true. I hate hate hate being on hold or waiting to talk to customer service. I think this is because I use to work customer service. I know how the people feel on the other end of the phone. Which makes me be way nicer and sometimes not being rude when it calls for it. Being rude is normally the only way some companies will get done what you need to get done. You know? I hate to say that too.

Happy and sadness

So much to blog about but so little time. Cammie will be there THIS Thursday. I can not wait. We have so much to do. We are getting inked the night she flies in. Then who knows what else. I am looking so forward to the end of this week.

Tomorrow is going to be a sad day. My great aunt Betty died Sunday morning sometime. I wasn’t super close with her but she was my grandmother’s sister. I need to be at the funeral home for her.

This week is full of happy and sadness. We all deal with death in our own ways. I hope my grandmother will be okay. It was her last remaining living sister. Which has to be even harder.