Tomorrow is a new day

Well today didn't go as well. It was my all-fruit day. I did eat fruit but I also was craving soy chicken and soy milk, so I ate some. Then I cleaned out my car and saw a Taco Bell bag. It was downhill from there. I ended up having a cheese quesadilla and cheesy fiesta potatoes. I really enjoyed it. I know I cheated, but I tried to ride it out and couldn't. Tomorrow is a new day. I'm not going to let that get me down.

On an upside I went to see Rent at Nearly Naked Theatre. Amazing. And I got to see Sam again; it's been way too long. But driving in the city made me realize how much I need to move. Phoenix freaks me out. I need to live in the country.

Well tomorrow (or rather, today) is a new day.

It's been a while

So I've started a new diet. What else is new? But I really need this one to work. It's going to work.
It's actually decent so far (1st day!). It requires no thinking really, gets me cooking somewhat, and is healthy.

So I'm going to blog about it! Yipee!!!


(oh and I love Glee!)


So it's comprised of 4 meals a day. It's do-able.

1st meal:
- Grapes
- Almonds
- Soy chicken

So I had about a cup of soy chicken. The nice thing is that I don't have to measure stuff. I just eat until I'm full. Well not full full, but satisfied. I think about the 80% rule. Eat until you're 80% full. I eat until I know I can have a few more bites but I don't need to.
I also had a bunch of almonds, yummy! And maybe half a cup of grapes. They weren't very good, they're almost a week old so it was slim pickings, so to speak. I found some decent ones, but I definitely need to get better grapes next time. Maybe freeze some green grapes too.

2nd meal:
- Cashews
- Soy milk
- Garden salad

I didn't end up eating the garden salad. I regret that now at 8:50 pm. I'll keep that in mind tomorrow (well actually the next day - tomorrow's an all fruit day). I just didn't feel like making it. I don't know. So I ate cashews and soy milk. Actually not as bad as it sounds. It was a nice snack of sorts.

3rd meal:
- Soy beef
- Hard boiled egg

I made my first hard boiled eggs! I made two, quite successfully I might say. The internet is a wonderful resource. I'll definitely have to add that to my usual list of foods. I love hard boiled eggs. And they were from free range chickens (Stephanie's). Then I had 2 portabella Gardenburgers. Very yummy and very filling. Sampson tried to eat it, but he failed.

4th meal:
- Scrambled eggs
- Mixed veggies
- Soy cheese

This was my absolute favorite meal! I scrambled eggs with sliced zucchini, mushrooms, and broccoli. Then after that cooked I sprinkled some soy cheddar cheese on the eggs. It was amazing.

It will be interesting to see how this works when I'm working. I was home sick these past two days. Colds suck. I'll have to cook before I go to sleep if I need to and pack it up for work. Timing will be interesting. I just have to make sure that I eat 2 1/2 hours between each meal, at a minimum.

The joys of ...

What should it be? Life, moving, roommates, eating, birthdays, people...hmm?

I'm sitting here, on my 23rd birthday, at The Good Egg. I'm listening to all the noises around me and it just makes me wonder about people. It's one thing to have something left out because you don't like it, or substitute because you want a part of something else, but seriously? They have a menu for a reason. I may not be one to talk, but at least here I can say, "I want the Veggie Interesting." And yes that's what it's called.

I'm tired. I worked last night. Started out my night with a 9-year-old St. Bernard that came in with seizures. And not just the little ones either. Really big seizures. More like a ton of little seizures that were lumped together on top of one another, like agglutinated blood. Oops. Okay, that's fixed, now you can understand what I mean. Agglutination is on the left, rouleaux is on the right. Kind of like that. So I grab the valium, draw up 20mg and hit the vein right away. Seizures mellow a little bit. Set a catheter (Linda did), get blood in case we need it (hopefully not though because in all honesty, this dog is pushing it's luck at 9) and hold him on the scale/table/gurney. This dog weighed 130+ pounds. Huge. Nope, here comes another one. 10mg. Doesn't even touch him. They decide to euthanize luckily. Much better off.

Ok have to add this. Lady at the counter that I'm sitting at asked the guy she was with if she annoyed him. Is it horrible that I wanted to say yes?

Back to the dog.

Gave him another 20mg which finally took the edge off...for two minutes. So we just held him down, put a blanket over him. Put him in the room with the owners (on our scale/table/gurney), gave him 20mg more of Valium and then euthanized. The joys of being a veterinary technician.

I picked up my degree today from the post office. I don't have a good relationship with the post office. They lost my glasses and refused to take responsibility. They have lost many checks in the mail (causing late payments and overdraft fees). I don't have the little card that got mailed because I moved (next topic). So I bring my driver's license (which reminded me that I need to change my address with the DMV...MVD...DMV...ADOT! Ack blinding light from a car windshield. Stupid sun. So I tell the lady I have a package that I need to get but I don't have the card because I moved. She goes to look for it. Says I have no package that I need the numbers. Who knows where it is now. So I tell her that it's my degree. I tell her I don't know how they sent it, but they sent it. I keep telling her that because I moved that I don't have the card because it's packed. She keeps telling me that they left a card. We are so on different levels, she's just not getting it. Then click! Oh! You moved from this address. Then she starts asking me, after I'm annoyed, which house it is because she lives in the neighborhood. Right, like I want to talk now lady. Why don't I just tell you that I got kicked out of my house, had to move in a week, and now I'm considering moving again?!

So the move. Joey helped me move. Wonderful wonderful boy (though he insists he's a man...)

I found a place, right across the street that is the same rent. Nice girl. Two female roommates. I met the other, Melody, my first day there. First question out of her mouth, "So are you a member of the Mormon Church?" Now I have nothing against Mormons whatsoever. To each his or her own. It's just not my thing. And I'm good with that. But it was just really weird, like she assumed I was. Maybe she thought the other roommate wouldn't have a non-LDS roommate (they both are LDS). It was just really awkward as I stumbled through my I was raised Catholic but I'm not religious I'm more spiritual and I live my life just trying to be a good person. Awkward. I would just expect a question more like, "Oh, so what do you do for a living?" or "Are you going to school?" or "Are you from Arizona?" Which all followed later. Now don't get me wrong, they are both very sweet girls. But it's just weird how that seems to be the most important thing. So far, all of their acquaintances are members too. I'm not positive they have friends who aren't, which is so opposite of all the people I know who are LDS. (Who I absolutely adore, by the way!!!) Just weirdness.

Which brings me to the next point. How do I date in this situation? Part of dating for me is having a physical relationship with someone I care about. Not going to be possible at my place apparently. Grr. That's just a part of who I am. I'm more of the mind that you should test drive a car before you buy it to see if you'll be comfortable and like all of the features. Yeah, I just compared guys to cars. Gotta love it.

Then!

Time for back story. I board Marker at a barn in Gilbert. It's where I first met him. I have a friend, Stephanie, who I've known for almost 3 years. She is separated from her husband (who is a jerk) and they are selling their house before they get divorced. I used to live with him, but I got kicked out because my sleep schedule didn't correspond with the rare house showing schedule. So I moved. Because that one room is so gosh darn important! Side track. She moved to her friend's place and lives above the barn, rent free. She is supposed to get paid weekly, but lately hasn't been. Now the woman who owns the place tells her she can't have people (well boy friends (not boyfriends)) over because the husband will get jealous. But she can't have a life. So she might be moving out, back in with the ex. And I don't want to keep Marker there if Steph isn't there because the woman who owns the place is awful with horses. She puts fear in them, and I don't want Marker to be ruined.

So I'm looking for a place to live where I can keep Marker too. And I think I found it! But that means I'll have to move again. Grr. I hate moving. But it's only $25 more, and I'll have Marker right there with me. So worth it. And my own space. I don't have to feel like I have to creep around and not bother anyone (that's how I was raised).

I'll post more on the place later when I see it.

Now I'm going to go. Because I'm tired. And it's my birthday and now I want to sleep.

Yay Melting Pot tonight!

Don't things come in threes?

You know how I've been saying a change is coming, that I can feel it?


Well it's started. I think.


I'm looking for a new place to live. My roommate/landlord is being a douche. He flipped out on me because I sleep during the day. Yeah. Lame. There was a showing of the house at 12:30 on Saturday. I worked Saturday night, so I needed to go to bed. So he said that this wasn't going to work & that even though Stephanie said that the people looking could schedule another viewing if they wanted to see my room, that the lease agreement was with him.

So I'm looking for a new place to live.


And then I just broke up with Matt. He, too, was being a douche. He wanted time alone, but not time alone to date other people. And all of this on top the fact that I brought it to his attention that he hadn't contacted me in over a week. I don't even think I pointed out that he hadn't talked to me without me calling/texting first in almost a month. So yeah, I was feeling a little unloved. I don't need much attention but I do like some. I'm only human.

I was supposed to pick his parents up from the airport. So I text him on Saturday, asking if I still needed to. He said he hadn't heard from me, so he had someone take his shift at work. I told him I hadn't contacted him because he wanted alone time. He retorted that it wasn't much different from before since I never called or texted. Yeah he was bitter. For some reason. Whatever. So after I calmed down, I told him that I wasn't going to continue playing these games and that I'd pick my things up on Sunday after work and we could go our separate ways. Anyone surprised that I didn't get a text back? I'm not.

I picked my things up yesterday. Probably the least emotional break up ever. He packed my things, I picked them up and we said goodbye. Nothing drawn out, no crying, no begging, nothing. Which makes me sure I made the right decision. It wasn't right. We had fun, but that was it.


So this makes me wonder what the third change is. It can't be my job, I just started. And that was already there before this intense feeling started. I'm not sure yet. But I'm sure I'll know soon.

Moral Dilemma

So I guess it's not really a moral thing, rather a, "What would my mom say?" or "What will my financial advisor think/say?"

I'm debating back and forth whether to take the rest of the money (like $3000) out of my investment funds so I'm not living in misery and despair. People dying everywhere, happy birthday...wait...I turned into Michael for a second. I did have a dream about him though, weird. He's invading my body! AAH!

Ok seriously.

I know I should take it out and just deposit it in a savings account so that if I overdraw my account (again) that it will pull it from there and I'll be find (I'm find... Friends quote...quick name the character that says that!). Less worry, less stress, go to the doctor and get off these fricken meds.

But the little voice in the back of my head keeps saying, no that's there for the future. You've taken enough out of it. That's not what it was for. But that is what it was for. Yeah I have the angel on one shoulder and the devil? on the other. Going back and forth. It gives me a headache. I know the money is for a wedding or helping me buy a house (right...) or something. But isn't it also so I don't go crazy. I really do need it for my sanity.


GRR!

The day of blogs

So I'm really annoyed.


Matt got home, and all I really want to do is leave. I told him something about what I was watching. It was that Kyle Busch's (sp?) pit crew could remove all 5 lug nuts on a wheel in 1 second. He wouldn't believe me. It's like nothing I could say could possibly be true. And he just kept refuting that I was right, even when he was watching it. Then when he realized I was right, he said, Well why don't they invent a machine that takes off all 5 at once? Like I know. So I told him to invent it. Nothing like, wow that's amazing, or really?? No, I couldn't be right...and when I was, it wasn't good enough. WTF?!

I think I might just go home.

Mwa haha!

Ok, so I always get asked this starting in about a few weeks.


What do you want for your birthday?



Yes, it's that time of year again...
So I'm starting a list.


Things I need/want:
Car insurance or phone bill payed for a month would be nice (especially since that was what my mom would do for me once or twice a year)
Help moving stuff out of two storage units
Need to move my piano out of a friend's house in Peoria to my house in Gilbert
Julia Nunes CDs (lol, yes I'm a dork)
Dinner to The Melting Pot (unless I finally decide to go vegan...)
Running shoes


I'll keep adding.