and then she was…

… a little bit under the weather. However, it’s no ones fault but my own. I suppose I had a little TOO much fun last night. It was a much needed night out with my girls and friends from work. A more substantial post later, though. I have to get ready for work.

top two things…

… that are amazing about this picture:

Andi, Rob, Tim, and me

1. I am really, really, really short compared to my boyfriend and my friends.
2. We all look really stoic and creepy; much like old Civil War photos.

In honor of…

… my little brother.

Who, might I add, ain’t so little anymore. My younger brother (that’s a little more appropriate since he towers over me), as I mentioned posts ago, has joined the MARINES. I’m beyond proud of him and I’m in awe that he is so much more brave than I was at his age and I’ll ever be. He’s my little hero and I know he’ll make this country proud, no matter where he goes.

I finally got around to adding the pictures from my digital camera to my computer and I wanted to share with the world wide web and all my new blogging buddies how awesome (and handsom, single ladies) Ryan is. Give him some props and some words of encouragement, I know he’d like to read them.

He’ll be embarrassed I posted these pictures, and even more mad that I’m bragging about him constantly — But, he deserves it. I love him to pieces.

Ryan – Pre Graduation

Me and Ryan – Post Graduation

Makes me almost cry over how happy and proud I am of him! Time to dig out my old USMC shirts.

working 9 to 5…

… It ain’t enough to make a livin’.

I’d rather not go to work today. I’d rather sleep. I love sleep (and lots of it). What is with me lately that all I can think about and do is sleep? My boyfriend makes fun of me all the time because I like to come home after working 8-430, wind down, make/eat dinner, watch some TV, and then hit the sack by 9/10PM. He likes to stay up until 1-3AM and then complain about being tired all day. Goofy man.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7…

I am counting sheep in my sleep. Even this isn’t sufficient to help me fall asleep. Not with what is going on in the room next to me. Not while I feel like crap. It’s pretty random and all of the sudden, but this icky feeling I have is just enough to put me in a sour mood. I hate being sick and not get what I want. And, what I want is to be sleeping. I would be sleeping, but my friends are here – loud and playing Euchre. To be fair, we all had made plans yesterday, but in my sick state (and my need to vent), I can rant about how badly I wish they would leave so I can just… sleep. I’ll hand it to them, although they are getting more and more intoxicated as the night progresses, they were being respectful and keeping it down. But, all my senses are magnified x1000 so even them whispering kept me awake. Now I’m here in the living room surfing the web and listening to them get more and more drunk (and more and more audible). Eh, I’m not really mad at them. I’m just tired and cranky and feeling like soot and poo. Blehhhhh.

semper fi

I’m so proud of my little brother, a new Marine.

all strikes, no gutters

It’s that night again. Last week I asked for wishes of a 130 average and my goal was not met. Oh well, it’s a new night with a new chance to meet my 130 goal. Wish me well, I’m going to need it. I remember when Facebook first came out; I would recognize people around my college campus and could never figure out where I knew them from until I later realized that they were boredom stalk victims from yours truly. It’s starting to get that way with league night. I’ll be at work and almost every day I’ll recognize someone and can never put two and two together until much later when my brain is less fried. Just the other day a guy came in to purchase NCAA 2009 and we sat there talking, trying to figure out where we knew each other from — Duh, The Lousy Bowlers!

to the maize and blue

Off Tim and I go to Michigan for a fun filled weekend full of family and friends!