I wish I could read this aloud to you so you could understand the animations (**UPDATED)

Yea, it's been a while. If you read my last post (from 5 mins ago) you will see that I came back with a vengeance. I have nothing to prove, no one to impress and everything to say. I also might still have some anger issues towards a certain person. Bet'ya can't guess where they're from (if you read my last post you'll get it). Haha anyway...So I've been in Phoenix for exactly a week now. I can honestly say that I LOVE it (no go back and say it again in a sing-song voice)! It's sunshine and roses and butterflies on lillies and having your cake and eating it too. It's everything I thought it would be and more. Seriously, I've only been here a week. I need to make friends and get a job though. Two pretty important things. But I have an apartment and I just got myself a puppy friend. Well he's not really a puppy, but he might be. See, the Humane Society (where I RESCUED him from!!) said he's 2 yrs, 2 months old. Then today the Vet told me there's no way he's more than two years old and he knows this because "Jackson's teeth are impeccable". Did you get that? My dog's teeth are better than mine. Granted, I have 24 years on the animal but that's just not something you want to hear at 8:00 in the morning...after the dog shit in the waiting room. Yep.

Okay so where was I? I'm rambling...Oh the job! Yes, I need one. I've applied at countless places, online, on the phone, in person, everything. Finding a job is just as hard as having a job. Well not that having a job is hard but the first couple weeks at a new job is always a bit difficult. There's always the rules then the "rules". Those unspeakable invisible lines that no one crosses but when they do...boy do they hear about it. Proceed with caution!

I'm kinda hoping I get a job at one of the breweries I applied at. I'm sure there's at least one cool person there and there's beer. I mean c'mon...what's bad about that? Plus, the three I applied for are all in this great shopping center called Desert Ridge in Phoenix (I looked it up on Bing maps, it's seriously in the middle of a desert). G.W. Bush was there today...just sayin.

That brings me back to how beautiful Arizona is (the desert, not Bush). Everytime I drive on the freeway down to Scottsdale, I pass these gorgeous mountains with humongous houses on the top and the sun is reflecting off the windows and it's just so beautiful. I get a different feeling everytime I drive by. Sometimes is disbelief, sometimes it's total bliss and sometimes it's pure happiness. It's always a good feeling, so that's good.

I miss my friends and family back in MI and I hope they miss me. It's difficult because I'm starting over out here all alone and I still need them because I don't have much out here and they're still busy living their lives. They're working or going out or most of the time, when I want to talk, it's already late there and they're sleeping. Sometimes I get sad that I can't just get in my car and drive to my friend's house or over to my sister's place but I just have to force myself to think of something else.

And my car...there's another sore subject. I miss my little black go-kart more than anything. I'm sorry girls but my car is the fucking bomb and I want it back. This gas guzzling monster truck squeaks and bangs, and makes all kinds of loud noises I don't know how to handle. It scares me. I also get annoyed when I look into my rearview mirror and see a tire. Yes, a tire. It's weird and it gets me every time. I look back and "WTF IS THAT??" Oh, it's just a FUCKING TIRE. Yep. Sorry Steph :)

Oh and I said I was going to quit smoking when I got here...I haven't had one since last night and I think I may die. That's right. Die. From NOT having a cigarette. Chew on that non-smokers. I have an idea where all this rage is coming from...


**UPDATE: This was supposed to be published last night, but my stupid internet decided to crash as soon as I hit the "Publish" button. Go figure. Thank god it saved or I might not even have a computer anymore. It was pretty heartfelt.

Eat Shit

I really really really dislike people from Minnesota. Every single person I've met from there thinks their shit don't stink and they're basically a gift from god to every other person on Earth. They feel bad for people who don't live there and treat the rest of us like we just aren't good enough and need an invitation to even be speaking to them. I mean really, who do they think they are? It ain't that great people...it's FUCKING COLD!!! It's like negative degrees 5 months out of they year! Who wants that?? That's so depressing. Okay, so your city is clean...woopty fucking do. You know why it's so clean?? Because you have snow those same 5 months out of the year!!!! So please, do us all a favor and get off your high horses and live in modesty like the rest of us. You'll have fun down here, I promise.

PS: this might have a little something to do with a certain person, but I've met a few other Minnesotians (whatever, I hope I got it wrong), since moving to AZ and they STILL talk about it like it's god's holy ground. If it's so great...why are you here? Nobody wants you here if you're going to be talking like that. Go back. Beat it. Scram.

I Love Me, You Should Too

I've been a very bad blogger. I have so much happen to me all the time but I have a hard time telling just a snippet from each story that I just become overwhelmed and decide not to do anything. But I loove doing "fill in the blanks". I found this from "The World Is My Oyster" (as soon as I can figure out how to do the link HERE thingy, I will...I'm still a beginner) and I love reading them. She gives great answers and inspires me to think deep. Here it goes:

{one} what was your first pet and how did you come up with its name?

The first pet my family had was Breezy and she was around before I was. Our second pet was a black lab/german sheperd mix and her name was Shelby. My dad named her after the Shelby Mustang. We didn't have her very long (long story, she died, guess it's not that long) so then we got Ebony. She was obviously named for her color (black) and my sisters and I made her middle name Belle after the character in Beauty and the Beast.

{two} do you like your ice crushed or cubed?

Weird question, but I prefer cubed. When its crushed I end up swallowing it when I don't intend to and choking on it. It's not pleasant.

{three} do you believe in love at first sight?

No, I believe in lust at first sight. Love is a stong word and I try not to use it unless I know I really mean it. Love at first sight is for the movies.

{four} do you have any nicknames?

Erj, Eirbear, Erhead, and my favorite "E", created by my best friends daughter, Kylie.

{five} what movie do you never get tired of watching?

500 Days of Summer. I bought it before ever seeing it and as soon as it was over I started it again. I fell in love at first sight haha.

{six} how do you like your eggs cooked?

I'm not a huge fan of eggs, but when I have them, they're usually scrambled.

{seven} are you named after anyone in particular?

Not my first name, that I know of. But my middle name is my mom's middle name. I like it.

{eight} what are three things that you would like to do that you haven't done yet?

Live somewhere outside of Michigan

Be my own boss

Travel across Europe

{nine} what one thing always brightens your mood?

All I need is a good beat and the sunshine and I'll have myself a great day.

{ten} what five things will you always find in your purse?

Wallet

Phone

Chapstick

Keys

bobby pins and hair ties

{eleven} if I didn't have to work anymore I would...

travel the world, go anywhere I want and stay as long as I want (of course that requires money, so I guess I'd have to win the lottery too)

{twelve} my favorite thing about vacation is...

seeing everything new and exciting.

{thirteen} when I pack for a trip I...

always always always overpack. I can't remember the last time I've forgotten to pack something. I'd rather have too much than not enough.

{fourteen} if I could go on a road trip with anyone (dead or alive) I would choose...

I have two answers, My best friend Bri and my sister Megan. I've been on a couple road trips with both of them and the fun is neverending and we undestand eachother so we'd get along just fine in a car for a few hours.

{fifteen} my top 3 absolute travel essentials are...

hmm, this is hard for me. I always like having a cute, comfortable outfit I can walk around in while looking nice. I need to know the greatest places to go for food/drinks and probably a map of where I am so I don't get lost.

Fact or Fiction?

Whoever said it, I hope they're right. It's getting harder and harder the stronger my feelings grow. People have it so easy and they don't even realize. I never knew how important body language was until now. I can't read minds, I can't tell if you're actually smiling via text, I don't know how you feel until you tell me. Which, in most guys case, they don't know how to do that. It's not their style, and I understand that. I've expected too much and I took it too far. Maybe one day I'll figure this out and we can both be happy at the same time.

BIRTHDAYS

First of all, is this the coolest fucking bday cake you've ever seen or what? I'm completely obsessed with it. I'm going to marry it one day. It had me at "hello". Okay, I'm done...maybe.
I love doing surveys and I love birthdays so when I saw this, I figured I had to do it. Let the games begin...

1.) Birthdays are: your day, 100%. I'm the princess on my bday and nothing can bring me down!

2.) My favorite birthday memory was: I don't remember how old I was (probably 5 or 6) but I remember my mom bought me a new white dress just for my bday and I waited for about a week to wear it, asking her everyday if I could just "try it on". Then when I woke up that morning, I put it on and wore it with pride all day. I was the beautiest :)

3.) A birthday tradition my family has is: We don't really have a tradition. We just try to get together to celebrate, and it's usually more than one birthday combined. We do, however, always try to speed up the singing of "Happy Birthday", we sound so sad!

4.) If I had to choose one birthday meal to eat for the rest of my birthdays hence forward, I would choose: Filet Mignon...the good stuff. With the potatoes and green beans or asparagus. Oh so hearty and yummy.

5.) My birthday is on: July 31. I love it.

6.) If I could take a birthday trip, I would go: To a different location every year. I love traveling and what better way to celebrate your birthday than on vacation. You can do whatever you want!!

7.) The best gift I ever received for my birthday was: I've had plenty of amazing gifts and they all mean different things from different people. Although, this year my grandma bought me a plane ticket for my birthday to see a boy I like. That was special :)

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Happy birthday to my beautiful sisters Stephanie and Cecilia, turning 22 this year, and to my amazing best friend, Bri, turning old (26) this year =) Love yous!!

Bear Dog

Last weekend I went "up north" with my sister, her boyfriend (who later that day became her fiance!!!), his sister and cousin. We were all sitting on the beach when her fiance started telling us about this dog my sister mentioned she wanted. I was shocked because she HATES dogs. With a fiery passion. If they look at her she freaks out, makes a hilarious disgusted face and moves slowly away from the animal. No joke. So he's telling this story and in the end, it was some type of dog that looked like a bear. So the entire weekend, all 5 of us walked around randomly yelling out "Bear Dog!" I pictured a big, hairy, sloppy mess of a dog. That's usually what I think of when I see a bear or a dog so it's natural that I would imagine it as double trouble. Then, I just happened to stumble upon this photo and I fell in love. How can you not want this? It's like the very first stuffed teddy bear you ever received as a child and it was your "baby". You took it everywhere with you. When you ate, it ate. When you slept, it slept. When you were mad, they were even more mad. This is that teddy bear times a million. I need one now.

A Change of Heart

Sooo yeaaaa....I totally suck at blogging. I'm going to try something different. I've seen so many pictures of cute things I love so I decided to have more of a "virtual scrapbook" than a blog. It will say everything I can't find the words/strength to say out loud.
Stay tuned (but don't hold your breath!)