This is ridiculous...
I miss all my friends on here. I haven't even looked at LJ in like a month, and even FB I've fallen out of. I feel like crap, I haven't kept up with any of my friends, and it makes me feel like shit. I'm sorry if I've missed Bdays, or anything else important. I've decided I'm going to start posting here and keeping up w/ everyone again. Sorry again to everyone I've neglected.
I've just kinda been to myself lately, life has been just a bit blah. Royce lost his job and I'm trying to figure out how to pay a $900 mortgage + bills + my car payment on roughly $850 a month. He was working for a private company and it tanked last week, and he's tearing it up looking for a new job, but still, I'm getting nervous. We just saved the house from foreclosure, this is really just what we need :|
On the upside, we worked out our issue of me wanting to travel a bit. Seriously, I love him, but the man can be so dense, lol. When I asked him to push back the wedding so I could kind of 'find myself', and travel a bit, you know, see the world, realize dreams I've had since I was 5, he thought I wanted to leave for a few years and then come back. Like, he wouldn't see me for 3-5 years. When I realized that I looked at him like o_o and just laughed. I have racked my brain thinking of how the hell he could have come up with that, and just gave up. When I explained to him I just wanted to take short 1-2 week trips maybe every 4-6 months he was like "Wait, that's it?!" and so now we're all hunky dory, and he doesn't mind me doing it after we're married. He wants it final so his religious family will stop harping about him 'living in sin', and I want to travel, so we now both get what we want and are happy. So the wedding is set for May 2011, sometime in the first week or two.
I've also decided that I want out of Houston. Now. I don't live in a horrendously bad part of the city; I live in a decent neighborhood (for Houston anyways), where I'm not toooo worried about my well being, but still nervous. Well, I was walking the dog last night in a little grassy area/playground 1/2 a block from my house, and I was swinging on the swing set (shaddup, don't act like you don't do it too!) and a truck creeped by really slow and next thing I know is I hear POW...POW! and I flip out b/c I realize this guy is shooting at me!!!! He fires two rounds and peels off down the street, I grab the dog and we take off. I didn't bother trying to get plates b/c it was too dark and he wasn't close enough, and all I can say was it was a dark colored truck. I got in the house, locked all the doors, and just started pacing. Talked to nastygakusei to calm down, couldn't stop fidgeting, so I went to go clean shit. Knocked out the bedroom, bathroom, and 2 loads of laundry before I was good, lol. Seriously, what a lame ass way to go! I don't want to be a statistic, if I go out, I want it to be something spectacular! Well, we're fine, neither of us go hit or anything, but still, I lived in Conroe/Willis for 23 years, even lived in a town called CUT 'N SHOOT, delivered pizzas to the ghetto parts of Conroe for 2.5 years, and never had this happen. One year in Houston and I'm in a damn playground when someone tries to take me out! Srsly, wtf?!
Well, off to bed, work in the morning, woot. Once again, sorry for anything I've missed around here, hope everyone is doing fairly well. Until next time...
I've just kinda been to myself lately, life has been just a bit blah. Royce lost his job and I'm trying to figure out how to pay a $900 mortgage + bills + my car payment on roughly $850 a month. He was working for a private company and it tanked last week, and he's tearing it up looking for a new job, but still, I'm getting nervous. We just saved the house from foreclosure, this is really just what we need :|
On the upside, we worked out our issue of me wanting to travel a bit. Seriously, I love him, but the man can be so dense, lol. When I asked him to push back the wedding so I could kind of 'find myself', and travel a bit, you know, see the world, realize dreams I've had since I was 5, he thought I wanted to leave for a few years and then come back. Like, he wouldn't see me for 3-5 years. When I realized that I looked at him like o_o and just laughed. I have racked my brain thinking of how the hell he could have come up with that, and just gave up. When I explained to him I just wanted to take short 1-2 week trips maybe every 4-6 months he was like "Wait, that's it?!" and so now we're all hunky dory, and he doesn't mind me doing it after we're married. He wants it final so his religious family will stop harping about him 'living in sin', and I want to travel, so we now both get what we want and are happy. So the wedding is set for May 2011, sometime in the first week or two.
I've also decided that I want out of Houston. Now. I don't live in a horrendously bad part of the city; I live in a decent neighborhood (for Houston anyways), where I'm not toooo worried about my well being, but still nervous. Well, I was walking the dog last night in a little grassy area/playground 1/2 a block from my house, and I was swinging on the swing set (shaddup, don't act like you don't do it too!) and a truck creeped by really slow and next thing I know is I hear POW...POW! and I flip out b/c I realize this guy is shooting at me!!!! He fires two rounds and peels off down the street, I grab the dog and we take off. I didn't bother trying to get plates b/c it was too dark and he wasn't close enough, and all I can say was it was a dark colored truck. I got in the house, locked all the doors, and just started pacing. Talked to nastygakusei to calm down, couldn't stop fidgeting, so I went to go clean shit. Knocked out the bedroom, bathroom, and 2 loads of laundry before I was good, lol. Seriously, what a lame ass way to go! I don't want to be a statistic, if I go out, I want it to be something spectacular! Well, we're fine, neither of us go hit or anything, but still, I lived in Conroe/Willis for 23 years, even lived in a town called CUT 'N SHOOT, delivered pizzas to the ghetto parts of Conroe for 2.5 years, and never had this happen. One year in Houston and I'm in a damn playground when someone tries to take me out! Srsly, wtf?!
Well, off to bed, work in the morning, woot. Once again, sorry for anything I've missed around here, hope everyone is doing fairly well. Until next time...