So the world hasn't collapse, but some days it just feels like it might.

Everyone has those days. Days where the fucking shit hits the fan and you just feel like crawling in bed, pulling the covers over your head and waiting for the storm to pass. Of course, anyone who, well has anything going on in their lives can't do that. But it's all started to settle, it's all starting to work itself out, like it always does. But it sure sucks when it hits the fan.

Last Monday was, well, one of those days. As a side note, all that's running through my head is that early 90's song "Just One of Those Days" by Monica.

So obviously Memphis is leaving soon, which sucks. This has been a crazy adventure that I was not at all prepare for, and I'm dealing with the aftermath of what happens when life happens to you, before you realize what's going on!

I was also still stressed out about my friend stuff going on, that I'm not gonna go into. It's not something I feel comfortable talking about it on my blog, at least not right now, but on top of those 2 things (Memphis leaving and this friend stuff), the following stuff all contributed to my insatiable desire to bury myself in my big, comfortable bed and never come out.

The day started out with some frustrating issues with my job. I'm in the process of changing positions and while I'm not gonna go into details about it, let's just leave it at it was a 'bad' work day.

My dad hasn't been feeling great for the past few weeks. After my mom mentioned his symptoms to a friend of her's, we suspected he has diabetes. This was confirmed this week and is not quite as serious as we first thought it might be. Luckily diabetes is a relatively manageable disease, but it is a dramatic life change for my dad, for my parents, for our family. It's something we will learn to life with, but finding out about just another ummm....I'm obviously not having one of my brilliant writing days because I can't think of a metaphor so we will just go with it added another match to the fire (does that work, I'm too tired to even figure out if that makes sense or not!).

I also made the mistake of finally asking my parents what the lump we had removed from my dog's paw a while ago (did I ever even mention that? My dog has a huge lump - ok, grape sized- that appeared on one of her front paws removed about a month and a half ago. The vet took forever to biopsy it and I kind of forgot about asking about what it actually was). It turns out that it was cancerous, but the vet said they removed it all and the rest of her bloodwork looked good so they weren't worried. But as I sat there playing with my pup that night I noticed another small lump on her other front paw. I fully admit that I could TOTALLY be over-reacting because I am worried it something serious, but it was like the straw that broke the camels back. After the day I had had, it was just too much. I was done, I couldn't handle anymore.

Since then, everything is working itself out, in one way or another, but thought I should share since I have been MIA for more than a week!

Do you ever feel?

Like life as you know it is collapsing in on you and there is nothing you can do about it? I'm too tired to go into it all right now but I'll explain it all soon. Sorry if I'm a little distant for the time being...

Memories...

Memphis is moving. I haven't been talking about him much because I am navigating the unknown here. I've never had a serious boyfriend, I've never been in love. And while neither of those things are true with Memphis, I've also never felt the way I do about him, had the kind of connection I have with him, with anyone else. When I first went looking for someone to break my dry spell, I never thought I would find someone that I really liked. But I did. Memphis and I have never taken things beyond a casual relationship but there is defiantly something there. It's just...well...I'm not sure, I've never been here before, but it is one hell of a lot of passion and friendship.

Back to where I started. He's moving. He's been talking about moving for close to 2 months now, seriously for about a month. Then he wavered and thought about staying around for a while but it's for sure now. In less than a month, he will be headed back across the country, back to the town he went to high school in, back to the town his brother lives in, back to the place he calls 'the closest thing I've know to home as anything'. He was honest from the start, he was a wanderer. He moves where the wind takes him, whenever it blows. It's part of what I found attractive in him, all the adventures he's had, all the places he's been and the people he knows. Of course that doesn't make it any less hard that he's leaving.

He has helped me grow as a person more than I could ever imagined someone could, in such a short period of time. He helped (unknowingly) restore a faith in me, in myself, that I had lost over the years of navigating this thing that has become my life. And I've felt things for him I've never felt for anybody else before. Ever since he first mentioned he might move, I've had this unquenchable desire to record these moments in time with him. The really cute ones, the really sweet ones, the REALLY hot ones. There is this one memory, from the other night, that was so unbelievable hot I just keep replaying it over and over in my head. But how do you do that? Can you even do that? I have this moments, these glimpses of time we've spent together that I want to hold on to. Everyone has memories, they are hidden in the recesses of our mind until we least expect them to surface, but they do. At the sight or smell of something, or upon hearing an old song, they come flooding back. I've never felt the desire to want to remember my memories before. But these moments, these moments with him, I keep playing over and over in my head, hoping they will never go away.

I'm glad I have a friend like this in my life...

Yesterday Shannon from Misguided Mommy and me were texting back and forth. The conversation originally started out with some serious stuff, but turned...umm...not so serious when I brought up a memory from when we were in high school (she had this great idea one night to put foam curlers in my hair...when we took them out in the morning I looked like I had gotten a bad perm and, if I remember correctly, might have started crying, or at least gotten really pissy, that I had to go to school with my hair like that). We were chatting about me being stressed because I am doing my own hair for a wedding this weekend that I am a bridesmaid in because I don't have the money to spend to get it done and then the conversation went something like this:

Shan's Cell: Hmmmm fri maybe we can try n do it if you want
Me: Thanks I think i am gonna screw with it tonite or tomor so if I really can't figure it out i might still be able to get it done
Me: And ummm the last time i trusted u with my hair u used foam curlers n i ended up with poodle curls
Shan's Cell: Shush butt nugget I was thinking a nice updo ass
Me: Ha i know just thought i would bring that up for my own entertainment
Shan's Cell: Y think it soooio funny
Me: U suck at texting
Shan's Cell: U suck at risotto
Me: Ugg that was harsh. But true. Sometimes the turth hurts :'C
Shan's Cell: Muahahahaha
Me: U r evil

Any of you who know Shannon know she can be ummm..."a name caller"...yeah, we'll go with that. Any chance she gets she'll call you a slut-muffin, a butt nuggett or a whore-bucket. Anyone who really knows her, knows she does this out of love. Those who don't know her many times find this offensive and she's had many an akward moment with new friends because they don't quite know how to respond to her...umm...'name calling'. And really, her talent for pulling harsh comments like 'u suck at risotto' out of no-where is uncanny, no-one else knows my dream of one day actually being able to make a good risotto except her...I try and I try...and I fail and I fail...

...just good to know I have friends in my life that I can have this sort of "mature" conversation with.

Do you have a friend lke this in your life that you have this sort of comfortable, ridiculousless with? Tell me your stories, stories like this one, that I am sure no-one except the 2 of you would really find funny?

Those spammers sure are getting creative.

I had a spam email waiting for me at work this morning titled "For: ginger Crazy Woman Goes On Dog Squeezing Rampage". Almost made me want to click on the link that said "Watch the Video". Almost.

The Simple Things in Life

Is there any better way to start your day than knowing you have a pair of shoes like this to wear?

(Side note: I actually meant to post this yesterday morning because I wore those yesterday but by the time I got to work I forgot I took the picture and sent it to myself via my blackberry and didn't remember until right now, but still felt I needed to share by beautiful shoes with you).

(Side note #2 (mainly for Shannon): NO, I did not buy ANOTHER pair of shoes. My mom bought them for me. Along with 2 other pairs of shoes, for a belated birthday shopping trip last weekend).

Always remember...

Men are like light bulbs...just keep screwing until you find one that works!

I've been watching the show "Swingtown" lately and I love it. So juicy and dirty without being actually juicy and dirty. This is just a little tidbit of knowledge I just heard on the show.

Total Chaos

The title said it all. That what the following words are going to be...total chaos (much resembling my life at the moment):

• You know you've probably worked too many hours in a week (47 hours currently, it will probably be around 57 by the end of my work week tomorrow) when getting in your car to drive home you realize that you just threw your Ipod shuffle and your FM transmitter in the dumpster outside your work. Hey, at least I realized it before it was too late. Oddly, it was the second time this afternoon I had to dig threw garbage to get something I needed.
• Damn it, I swear I had a whitty factoid for my second bullet.
• I hate training new employees. Especially when they are my 'kind-of' replacement (as she not-so-confidently-with-questioning-in-her-voice-likeshewasn'tquitesurewhatshegotherselfinto mentioned this afternoon). Did I mention (probably not) that I am changing positions at my work. I am staying with the same company, but have decided to move over into Sales and Marketing as of Sept. 1st.
• Memphis and I had a record-breaking sexercise class this past Friday. So our normal routine is to attack each other the second he walks through my door, have sex, then lounge around and chat for a while, then have sex again, then lounge around again, then if it's a good night, have sex again. Normally this whole routine lasts a few hours. This past Friday, he got to my house around 10:30pm...he left around 2:30pm...there was no talking. Well, there was talking but nothing I'm about to share here. And it never lasted long. You knew I had to through a juicy detail in my chaotic post.
• I went to Las Vegas for work on Monday. Just for the day. It was a good day. Mostly because it started out with me standing in the airport security line behind a women with a 1 1/2 foot long giant zucchini in her purse. Have you ever seen that episode of Sex and the City where Carrie gets called for jury duty and there is the guy with the briefcase who has a random piece of fruit (like a mango, and a coconut and a pineapple) in his briefcase everyday? That's what this reminded me of. Or maybe it was 5:15am and I was delirious. Or maybe it was a combination of the 2. I also got to eat at Panera (mmmmm) and eat coconut frozen yogurt for my lunch-dessert. It was a good day. Long, but good.
• I am super stressed out about some financial stuff that I'm not quite ready to talk about. And some personal stuff too. I will, but not yet. This is probably why I haven't had much to blog about.
• Before right now, I haven't done my dishes since this past Thursday (yup, 7 days!). And yes, I had dishes. Lots of them. I was almost disgusted with my own nastiness. Almost. Fear not, I have a clean kitchen finally. Well, my dishes are done anyways.
• I'm exhausted and I'm going to bed.

The cutest thing...

Last night I was at Shannon's house, and, anyone that has ever read her blog, knows how adorable her kids are. But I just can't get over when little kids do super cute things so I feel I must share this moment with you all.

Last night when I got to her house, I went to set my purse on some tall bar stool/chair things they have. Brandon was walking by so I said Hi and he ran over, jumped up on the bar stools and said hi, and grabbed his gum, which was sitting up on the counter. Shannon and I were talking and Brandon pulls out 2 pieces of gum and hand's me one. When I didn't immediately notice he was sharing with me, he said "Ginger...HI!" and then "Here, want gum?"...so cute.