4 posts tagged “birthday”
I got my birthday present from Teddy last night. It was very exciting, and he managed to keep it a surprise. Which, he kind of didn't, because I guessed what it was a few weeks ago, but he really played off that it wasn't it. I am still overwhelmed by how great it was. I really am.
Unfortunately, they sold our seats, twice, so they put us in another set of seats, which I didn't care about, because I had no idea what we were going to see. Anyway, we were next to this older redneck couple. So, the show starts, and a Boyz II Men montage comes up, and I was screeaammmming. So excited!
Anyway, they were fabulous, but short a member, because one left in 2003 due to issues with Scoliosis, which is sad, but they were still totally awesome. Through the whole show the couple that were next to us just complaining about how bad they suck, loudly. I could not believe it, and I looked over, and they both had their fingers in their ears. They stayed for about 3/4 of the show, with their fingers in their ears, and finally they got up and left. I was very thankful, and commenced screaming even louder.
They did an encore, and I had such a good time. They sang Motownphilly, in its entirety as the encore. They also sang some of their hits, as well as several songs from their Hitsville CD.
I had such a good time, and it was the best concert I've ever seen. The sound quality on the music wasn't the best, but the performance was amazing. I got a little teary eyed.
I'm a latecomer to the music from this period of the 90s, because when their first album came out? I was six years old. Like a lot of the music that I love, I really wasn't "there" when it was popular. Sure, I'd heard it on the radio, seen them on Fresh Prince of Bel Aire, but I wasn't in it like other people were. Teddy and I were some of the youngest people in the audience. It was crazy, i had such a good time, and I really hope that I do remember it forever.
So, it's my birthday Sunday, I'll be turning twenty-two. I'm not too happy about this development, but I guess it will be alright. I've never liked birthdays, but hell, what am I going to do about it? Meh. My mom bought me a coat for my birthday, to which I'm very very thankful, I've needed one so bad. The dogs at the last house I lived at tour mine apart.
She picked it out herself, so I'm kind of concerned about how it looks. My mom used to wear like gold sequined tiger striped bathing suits when I was a kid. Totally would now, too I'm sure.
My dad gave me a hundred dollars, which I'm very thankful right now. I haven't been paid in a month, you see.
My job as a supervisor is coming along, if not smoothly, it's coming along to be sure.
Right now I'm just struggling to meet licensing standards. Angie, my boss has been really receptive to all of the things I want to do in the program, and thinks that they'll be great. As of right now I'm working out how to start a kind of club for the older kids to determine what we need to make the program better, and help them create and put a plan into action.
It should be really great.
I'm also going to be sending an application into advocap, which I'm pretty nervous about. Advocap is a not for profit company that helps to provide transitional housing for people who are victims of domestic abuse. They also help them establish their own housing and sound finances. If I get this job I'll be stoked. As I get older I find that what I need to do and what I want to do are merging closer and closer together.
I feel like a better person having had these jobs.
There's another job with the Candlelight Project. I'm just concerned that it wouldn't be a good placement for me. I was an at-risk teenage girl. I know where they're coming from, but my parents never put me into a group home. Some of these girls are pregnant, and just aren't functioning well. I know that I would love that job, and I'd do my best there, but I don't know if my heart would be able to take it. I have some serious thinking and praying to do.
I'll figure it out, I always do. It's just been so crazy lately. I don't know.
Wow.
Oh!
Teddy and I will be going to Milwaukee for my birthday stuff tomorrow. We're going to go to the apple faire, and do apple stuff, and then we'll be going to SonicVision at the Milwaukee Public Museum. I'm pretty excited, because I've never been to a planetarium before. We might got to III too. Just so that Teddy isn't bored out of his head. haha.
He tried to trick me into going to the Packer's Hall of Fame, granted it would have been hilarious. Yet, it would also be the worst birthday present ever. Hahaha.
I love him.
So, we begin week two of my job. I have finished all of my weekend jobular tasks, and am looking forward to a less stressful week because of it. If this doesn't happen, I'll probably just kill myself, haha. Also, my cellular modular takes photos, and I took a picture of my cat.
I'm starting a penpal program with my kids, I think. Hopefully we'll have a group from another country, these kids aren't exposed to the outside world much, and I think that it will be good for them to make friends with people from across the world.
Teddy's birthday is today, I'm still pretty happy about it. We went up to Menasha/De Pere this weekend for a few shows. His birthday part was last night, but I had to leave early, because I had to drive Tinhead (a DJ) back to Madison. Otherwise he wouldn't have had a ride home.
It was a pretty big adventure, to say the least, we got lost for a while. After that we went to get food, missed the exit, and had to make a 3 mile U-turn to compensate. We got back to Madison from Menasha at like... 4 am? It was a pretty tiring drive, we talked for about the first two hours, but he started falling asleep. No big deal.
Of course, 2 minutes after he fell asleep I almost hit a fucking deer.
I do not understand the fucking need for wildlife to be wandering around in the roads. "Oh it's to protect them!" How can I protect them with a 2000 lbs object hurtling into them? Whatever. It scared the shit out of me, and it woke up Tinhead, who almost hit his face on the dash board. I will never be the same.
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We continue driving, like you do.
I finally get him home, after almost missing his street, because he fell asleep again, haha. Dropped him off, and then proceeded to get lost in downtown Madison for the billionth time. I eventually make it out of the labyrinth. I get home am about __ that close to pissing all over myself, leave my cell phone charger in the motherfucking car. Run in and get to the potty just about when the dam was starting to break. Not cute.
After weeing, I went and got my phone charger, and headed to the bedroom for sleepy time recharge phase, but there is a surprise there. WHAT COULD IT BE!?!?!?
The cats had decided to poop and puke all over the bed. It was like watching Japanese porn. It was horrible, Teddy took all of the extra blankets up north with him, and that was the only blanket here. I was not a happy camper, so I stripped the bed, replaced the sheet, put the blanket in the wash, and then began to layer clothing. I was so fucking cold last night, it wasn't even funny.
Anyway, after doing that I called Teddy, and he seemed pretty upset about something, and said he'd call me back. Anyway, he calls me back a couple minutes later, and says that the shirt I bought him for his birthday is ruined, and I'm all scared thinking he got beat up or something. But no.
Some drunk rednecks who wandered up from the bar downstairs got in a fight with a fucking raver kid, and while Teddy was separating them, the redneck (who thoroughly had his ass beat) decided to bleed all over Teddy.
Teddy had blood (that was not his own) all over his face, and arms, and shirt.
What the fuck?
But yeah, seriously, fuck that guy.
I'm pretty broke after this weekend, might hit my dad up for some money, because I are a grown up.
I got a super cute purse from the mall, but looking online they only sell it at Hot Topic, strange. While I was at Franky's the gay guy (that's his name, no joke) told me he really liked it, and my sweet Pokemon shirt.
I was all like "I know!"
I hung out with Shayla yesterday, which is often the only compensation for going up to Neenah and Menasha, she's hot shit. She is hilarious, and if I were half black, or she was just white, we could be THE SAME PERSON. haha, no.
We hung out, I ate for the first time at this place called Mimh's, and OH MY FUCKING GOD. YESSSSSS. It was so good, I cannot even explain why it was so good. It was a hamburger, right. And they put butter on it. Like not fried in it, but like... ON THE BURGER. and it was all leaky and delicious, I am going to have a heart attack soon, probably because of this, but I'm alright with that. We hung out at Franky's for a long time after that, talking shit, dancing like idiots.
I think that moving up north would at least have one plus, hang out with Shayla more. Her friend Grace is pretty hot stuff, too, not gonna lie.
Oh, hell motherfucking no, I almost forgot.
Shayla, and her man DJ Derek Fer Real (one of Teddy's best friends) went and got Teddy a birthday cake made, and it was a cake with a lady and 3d boobies on it.
It was pretty hilarious, but in Neenah no one would make it so they found a bakery that would do it, and like they wouldn't let her open it in the store, and the fucking thing had no vah jay jay, so shayla had to make underwear for it.
It was super hilarious.
I love Teddy's friends some times, they really come through for him on occasion.
I got up at 2 today, I was so tired, did some homework. Blatantly hollered at someone in my class for plagarising everything they do in class. It's ridiculous. Talked to Teddy some more.
I'm now going to go put the blankie with the nasty on it in the dryer.
I'm mentally exhausted, physically alright.
I had a good time this weekend, and coincidentally had the most awesome Denny's I've ever had in my life. It was bizarre. I really need something to eat, don't feel like cooking so I'll figure that out.
Oh P.S. I also bought a fryer this week, so I'll be making shrimp and junk for the rest of the month.
P.P.S. I found out that my friend joined the coast guard, and I have to write him a letter, I'll probably do that. I still haven't mailed my mother's day cards.
Oh well.
I love my man + my cat.
Word.