T-minus 2 hrs and 15 min and counting...

until my surgery. I have to be at the daysurgery clinic at 12. I'm scared and nervous and sunburnt. My life and luck just never really seems to be running in an upward direction. The only good thing in my life right now is Bobby. My poor mustang is sitting in a body shop in Kansas City after this older woman went through an intersection and hit me. Long battle to ensue as I was making a left turn. I had a damn arrow. She says she had a green light. I'm burnt from having to stand by my car.

holy crap... our local serial killer just plead guilty to all 10 counts of murder...

ok I've got to get headed to the clinic, wish me luck....

Fear Is....

a guy in a white coat telling you to hold really still while he aims needles at your tonsils... and you're still awake! Well they found the reason I'm in so much fricken pain... and can't talk.. there is an absess inside my right tonsil... and I've had to have it drained this week. Not a fun experience. To think I still have to get through the tonsil removal on Monday! I need a vacation!

Ok so mini vacation this weekend... thanks to drugs, I'm going to KC just overnight for a family thing with Bobby..... Ahhhhhhhhhh my Bobby *insert sighs and little hearts here*

Judy this stalker thing has got me worried for you.. I'd better get a txt everyday or I'll be making frantic calls to your house!

I don't think the codine is working...

Ok, so here I am a week and a half after being diagnosed with strep, and I feel worse than I did to begin with. I don't have a voice, I can't hardly swallow the pills I"m on, let alone liquids. And I'm certain that the codine stopped working on me. I'm due to get my tonsils out on the 27th, but I don't know if I can keep this crap up til then! Bobby and I are going to Kansas City next weekend for a family thing for him. I'll end up being know as the voiceless one.

Baby... did you really think I'd wait for you?

Ok so I was out last night with my honey bunny, Bobby, we're out doing karoke and around midnight-ish, I get a phone call from Minnesota, I thought maybe Judy had broken her phone and was calling from her house line or her mom's. I answer the phone, and it's a guys voice on the other line... "Heather... it's Eric". I had to stop for a second I was like.. huh??? "I thought it was time I called to see how you were". Dude let me tell you something.. I am not some quivering little ninny who sits around all day and night hoping some man will take pity and call her! I mean what the F***?! "I need to apologize" I was like.. ok well um what happened? "I don't know. I just um." Dude you know what, if you're going to apologize to me for doing something cowardly, you'd better have your damn excuse ready. "How have you been? What have you been up to?" Oh c'mon! You're going to suddenly be worried about how I am a month after you basically stranded me without so much as a reason why the night before you were fine, and then suddenly while I'm in the middle of making the 647 mile drive, tell me not to come! Sorry bud... I had training with work to do, which I could have done closer, but no decided to go all the way to minnesota, requiring a rental car for the distance, and forcing me to drop in on my best friend and her family for the whole weekend! (Not that I had a bad time.. I mean.. HEY! I was with JUDY!) That took SOME nerve to try and act like you missed me and blah blah blah.... so I said.. well honestly..I'm just fine. I've been working, and school. have to have my tonsils out, and oh BTW, I've met someone. He's the most wonderful man I've ever met! A REAL man. And right now, I'm out with him, and wasted enough time away from him talking to you. And I hung up.

Bobby takes good care of me and my heart. I'm falling head first for Bobby, and you can see the way he feels about me in his eyes. He can't take them off me and that's exactly what my heart's been waiting for!

So That's The Damn Secret!!!!

Ok so I've figured out the secret!!!! You have to get to the point where you have totally given up, I mean resigned yourself to living in romance novels and then suddenly... BAM! The most wonderful man you'll ever meet will drop out of nowhere and totally rock your world, reminding you that there are still REAL MEN out there. Men who care for their women, men who believe in one woman at a time. Men who will sit there with you when you're sick with Strep. I've found myself such a man! Ok so my world seems perfect now that I've met Bobby. He's 25, yes folks, a younger man, but hey! he can keep up with me! My very own lil redneck-tight-wrangler-wearin-stetson-sportin-cowboy!

I went today for an interview with Gander Mtn for a management position in their store they are opening here in the fall. Hopefully I'll be called for a 2nd interview within the next 2 weeks!

The good, the bad, and the nightmare

Ok so where to start.. Hm how bout the continuing nightmare...
Same bloody dream.. 3 nights in a row.. I mean come on!!!! Whose idea was it to torture me with this?????! I couldn't even face the man yesterday.

The Bad...
I've come to the horrifying conclusion that my life closely parrallels that of Bridget Jones. For those who have either seen both movies or read the book, you know to whom I refer. You might even feel strange similarities. The only diffrence between she and I is that there seems to be no happiness at all. Not even momentary. She makes a statement in the second movie about how she won't ever measure up, and she will always be a little bit fat. God... how true. I have this strange fear that I'm going to end up spending the rest of my life living vicariously through the immense romance novels I read. Oh god, how depressing the thought that the closest I'm going to get to consuming passion and soul enrapturing love is page 152 of "Wanton Splendor".

The one good thing...

Have found momentary pleasure in the form of VH1's new show.. "StripSearch" Can you say 15 gorgeous men competeing to be in the first US version of Billy Carson's "Thunder From Down Under" all male revue? YUM with a capital UMMMMMMMM!

I swear it was the flip flops and the Kenny article!

Ok so let me give you a brief history on the HR guy at work... Ummm non-communicative, anti-social (unless you're like gorgeous and skinny), the only person on earth I know that drives a damn Lexus to work at Target! hides in his office, doesn't give a rip about the employees (even though that's like dude.. his JOB) Not to mention the personal lack of respect due to the whole Pharmacy Tech thing (read previous posts back in Nov I think) In short, I have no respect for the lousy weasle... now for the oddity of the day... I woke up screaming from a nightmare where I was marrying the man in my bare feet on the beach! Can you say.. AAAAAAAAAAAAAGgggghhhhhhhhhhhh! I swear I DO NOT LIKE THE MAN!!!! Ok so he showed up at work briefly yesterday in shorts and flip flops looking the most human I've ever seen him. As opposed to his usual dry cleaned khaki's, manicure and intense discussions as to wether or not your socks are supposed to match your pants or your shoes! Hell I'm the shoe specialist, and I don't even know the damn answer! When I got home, I opened my copy of Country Weekly and the last thing I read before going to bed was the article about Kenny Chesney and Renee's wedding... at the beach... barefooted.... see where I'm going with this???? I mean ok so I'll admit the man has got gorgeous legs, for a guy. But I have a hard time seeing him as anything other than shallow and stuck up! My best friend from work, Cheryl works directly under him,a nd thinks it's hilarious. Was teasing me about some kind of love/hate nonsense... I tried to tell het it was the combo of seeing him dressed almost human and the magazine article, because afterall, I did wake up screaming so loud I woke up Aleia!