Cleopatra I am not...

I could never live in Egypt!  I complain about our hot 90°-100° Summers here.  Cleopatra must have been one tough woman if she could live in Egypt and still be a the most desirable woman in Egypt.  If put in her sandles I would so not be desirable!   I cannot not make sweltering heat look good...  I would be a cranky sweaty mess!  Hence why I consider myself the world's worst Mexican.  Since our A/C went out a few days ago, It has been a steady 83° in our house.  Over the weekend I spent most of my time sitting in front of a fan in a tank top and shorts.  I took more baths this weekend than necessary just so I could sit in cold water.  I even sat with my feet in a cold bucket of water in front of the fan Friday night.  Partially because a large bottle of shampoo fell on my toe and it was swollen and bruised, but the other part because I was so stinkin' hot!  Thankfully we will hopefully have the A/C fixed by the end of this week.  My mom is going to come over while we're both at work and wait for the HVAC guy.  Mom's are awesome like that. 

What a busy little bee you are...

It has been awhile since I've last written.  I've been so busy I can't even tell you what all I've been up to.  At least my house is clean!  The bathroom remodel still hasn't happened...  Which is kinda disappointing, but it will happen soon.  We still have one working bathroom at the moment and it's really frustrating.  The only nice thing about it is that I really only have one bathroom to clean at the moment. 

Right now I miss my dad.  I guess I should say I miss my daddy, not my dad.  When I called him daddy that's when everything was good.  When I got older and called him dad was when I realized that he's a jerk.  And jerk is putting it mildly.  There are good things about him, but the bad really outweighs the good.  Considering we've had a rocky relationship at best my entire life is the only thing that keeps me from talking to him now.  I think it's been close to 4 years since I've talked to him, and I'm not going to let myself get stuck in the sentimental.  For the past 10 years I've had an on and off relationship with him.  I guess he really doesn't care about me if he hasn't tried to talk to me much over that time.  I can't tell if he just doesn't want to admit he's wrong and apologize just because he doesn't like to be wrong, or if it's just because he doesn't really care.  I guess I will never know.  I'm just having a weak moment...  I absolutely hate feeling vulnerable, and this is the last time I let him make me feel this way.

Creeper moment of the day:  While I'm talking to a old man at work today; said creeper tells me that I have "the most beautiful brown eyes".  What am I suppose to say to that?!  All I could muster up was "thanks"...  And to think the lady with him didn't look embarrassed or bothered by his comment boggles my mind.  Creeper alert!

I'm no model lady. A model's just an imitation of the real thing. -Mae West