Mother's Day Weekend

I had a good weekend. I took my mom shopping and out to dinner on Saturday. And Sunday, I went to church with her and then to brunch at Crazy Otto's.

My mom was really happy about me going to church with her. It really made her day. The whole church thing felt weird. There was a whole lot of yelling and praising of the Lord. I thought it was rather scary. I got the impression from the congregation that their God was a vengeful God. I think it was the many statements with "You better ......or God will ___ you." It didn't appeal to me at all. I just hope my mom doesn't expect me to attend church on a regular basis.


I logged onto Army Knowledge Online to look up some people I knew when I was in the Army. It seems they've either gone civilian or they got married because they're nowhere in the database.

I received Mas OS X "Tiger" in the mail last week. I have yet to install it on my Powerbook. I've been waiting for my mom to find the firewire cable to her iPod so I can get my music off of it. I knew she would lose some part of the iPod. I just hope she doesn't lose the iPod because it has my entire music collection on it. URRRGGHH! Those dang thieves!

20% Republican, 80% Democrat

I am: 20% Republican.

"You're probably one of those people who still thinks that getting a blowjob is not an impeachable offense."

Are You A Republican?

This couldn't have summed me up better.

Singledom, Exams, and a Better Thirty-Something

I've been single for almost two weeks. I thought my ex and I could be friends, but he doesn't seem to want that. I guess if he's too busy to call his girlfriend, he definitely doesn't have the time to call a friend. His loss. I've got more important things to do like find a new job and getting a higher education.

I just found out today that I failed my real estate exam by five questions (I needed a 70% to pass)! I knew I wasn't going to pass it. I never pass multiple choice exams. I've scheduled a retake for May 21st. That'll give me another two weeks to study and pass it. I will pass it this time for sure now that I know what to study for. The good news is, I know a lot about valuation and market analysis. I aced that section. I pretty much only passed the sections I did a cram session on the night before the exam. I've never been a good studier. That's why I'd take writing intensive courses in college. I'd rather write a paper than study for an exam.

I've also decided it's time to go back to school to get my master's. I've put this off for too long. My cousin Victoria said to me,

"Get your education out of the way by the time you're 30. You will like your thirties better than your twenties. You'll be more sure about yourself and more established."

Amen to that. I would like to own my own home or at least a townhouse or condo. Marriage doesn't seem likely. I think it's because I'm not needy. All of the unavailable guys I know have "needy" girlfriends. Or they're gay. I had to add that fact.

FORGETTABLE?

I must be the world's most forgettable woman. Every guy I've dated since I've been back in the States has said he'd call me but I won't hear from him until six days later or I won't hear from him at all.

Take my EX-boyfiend for example. He's been working double shifts trying to make some extra money. I'm okay with that. I mean the cost of living in Cali isn't cheap. He is also dealing with some family issues which I don't want to discuss and it's understandable. But I don't understand why he couldn't pick up the phone and call me to let me know he was okay? It wasn't like I was asking to see him everyday. All I wanted was for him to call me more than once a week. Was I really asking for too much?

Long Distance Relationships

My friend, Buffy, tried to fix me up with this guy she works with. He's a really nice guy and I was very interested in getting to know him until he told me he was leaving for Monterey, California in a couple of months. I still would like to get to know him better, but as far as a love connection, well, let's just say my heart doesn't grow fonder with distance.

There are distances that I'll be willing to put up with, like if he was going to Orange County or San Diego County (I live in LA County) but the Bay area is just too far away.

Flickr

This is a test post from , a fancy photo sharing thing.

THIEVES

It seems like no one wants to work anymore. First someone breaks into our house and steals my laptop (Sony Vaio PCGV505B), my iPod, etc., and a whole list of other things totalling around 20k. Now someone's logged into my AOL account and created a new screen name. FREE1DOUG. I wish I knew where this jerk off lived. He's probably the asshole that burglarized my house, either that, or some guy that bought my laptop from the person that stole it from me. IF you're reading this THIEF, please note that laptop you're so happily using is STOLEN and the police do have the serial number. If you get caught with it, you will face time in jail.

Camp Essayons

Camp Essayons,
originally uploaded by shavonne77.

A picture of the gate at Camp Essayons

Happy Birthday to Me!

For the first time in my life, I realize I hate having a birthday on Christmas Eve. I usually don’t do anything but stay home and watch Christmas movies but this year I decided to do something different.

I had a birthday date with a guy I met a couple of days ago. We went to Starbucks for coffee and got to know each other. He paid, which was nice. He told me on the phone the night before that I should always do something for my birthday.

So after my birthday date, I decided that I should do something for my birthday. I went to see Meet The Fockers with my mom. I wanted to go to IHOP afterwards but they were closed. CLOSED! I really wanted some pancakes. We went to Denny’s instead.

Oh, my point to this…what’s the point in trying to do something on Christmas Eve when everything is either closed or closes early.

Merry Christmas everyone!

IN DESPARATE NEED OF HELP: IS THERE A CURE?

I’ve noticed in the last month I’ve been going through some changes; mentally and physically.

I believe it started when I was in Korea. Everyday I would go to the transition center to work on resumes and apply for jobs. Just about everyday I went a man would ask me out. I would always reply, “I’m about to get out of the Army. I fly September 17th.”

These men didn’t seem to care that I was leaving Korea or that they had months before they would be able to leave Korea for their next duty station, and in one case, retirement. They would still ask me for my phone number, email address, etc even after I told them flat out that I wasn’t interested in getting to know them.

Then the day my mom picks me up from the airport she says, “Dangee Pumpkin! You’ve got hips now!”

Yes, I’ve gained weight, and apparently it looks really nice, or so I’ve been told.

Now, I’m a person that believes if you pay attention to signs, you will be able to see what’s in the near future. Well the signs are telling me that I’m suffering from Nesting Syndrome, and eventually, despite my resistance to long term commitments, I will indeed be getting married in the next year. *gagging*

1. Men, much older men, keep asking me out. I tell them I’m not interested but they don’t seem to want to get lost. They ask me questions like, “Do you have a man? Do you want to get married someday? How do you feel about children?”
My answers: “No. No. I think they smell.”

2. Hormonal Changes. I’m convinced my body’s been emitting a pheromone that drives men crazy, hence the constant harassment. I’ve also developed child-bearing hips and my breasts are slightly larger. Bye, bye girlish figure! I know what you’re thinking, maybe she’s pregnant. I assure you, that’s not a possibility because when the opportunity to have sex presented itself, I turned into the Shavinator.


3. I love baby-like creatures, like puppies, and I’m starting to think children are sort of cute and they’re starting to have a sweet smell to them.

In all honesty, I’m convinced I’m a part of some kind of twisted experiment of Army. They’ve been pumping me with all kinds of drugs the last four years knowing that I would eventually get out someday. Now that I no longer have access to these drugs, I’m my body’s going through all these changes and I have no way to stop it. This is why I need your help. If you have a cure for Nesting Syndrome, or know of a way to control it, please let me know. My entire existence as a very youthful 322 month old is at stake.