Flashing lights....

So I went to Vegas a few on President's Day weekend. It was fun.

I was able to bring $200 and not spend a penny more. Thanks in part to making my money last on the slot machines (and my boyfriend, for feeding me), my favorites include penny and nickel Wheel of Fortune (and you know I'm taking about the one with the gigantor spinner!), the lobster fishing one and the mermaid one! All good fun.

I think it's kind a funny how I don't take to video games well at all, but I love the video slots. I won't do any other slots unless they are video ones and have awesome bonus rounds.

All in all I left with less money than I came with, but oh well, no worries. I didn't go to the ATM once, which showed some restraint on my part.

Highlights:
-Dinner at the Tuscany Resort- mmmmmm nothing like good Italian food, good wine and a fine buzz the whole time.
-Gambling at the Monte Carlo- this went on for hours- as did my buzz
-Dinner at the Piano bar- we did nothing but sing along and eat pub food for over two hours. The piano men loved us, they kept giving us ("San Francisco") shout outs
-The view from the Voo Doo Lounge atop the Rio (see picture above)
-The authentic Bavarian Hauf Brau (sp?)- it was great, people were crazy drunk all around us and kept paying top dollar just to get a shot of jagger and a spank from their waitress

Kit and Zoe

Here are the pictures of my new 6 month old sister chinchillas. Kit and Zoe. So far I have noticed that Kit (the round one with the short curly tail) is more mellow and a bit more timid to get to know me. Zoe is an acrobat and is always jumping off the walls. Zoe is also quicker to take chances, like check me out and nip my hand when I stick it in the cage, or crawl up my arm.

I got the cage from Chins to Go of Sacramento, also the breeders where I got my chins. The girls love the wooden steps and wood ledges and I love the pull out bottom for cleaning purposes.

Coward

What a coward.

That is all I have to say about the board member who shall remain nameless.

I love how he chooses to call me out on something he views as a factual error in front of everyone at the school board meeting. I love how he calls for a retraction without even asking me to explain where I got my facts.

If he had asked me why I reported the numbers I did he would understand what I was trying to report to the readers. But I guess he didn’t care what I was trying to do, he just wanted to make me look like I am a joke of journalist.

UGH what a jerk. Wanted to make me look small in front of so many people, make me look like I was wrong in an arena where he knew I wouldn’t be able to defend myself.

I am so mad right now. I am hardly paying attention to the meeting because all I can think about it that ridiculous call out he made.

WHAT A COWARD. Oh man, if I didn’t have to be professional and act unaffected I would be telling him a thing or two right now.

All I can say is I am livid, burning and enraged. It is one thing to call me ugly, not like my personality or my taste in music. It is quite another thing to judge me without giving me a chance fight back – especially when it is about my livelihood.

I have been working toward being a journalist since I was in seventh grade, SEVENTH GRADE. Don’t mess with what I have worked my whole life for. DO NOT try to soil my name.

What a jerk, what a cowardly jerk.

Most embarrassing moment

So one of my favorite bloggers recently asked her readers what their most embarrassing moment was. Well that got me writing. So here it is for you all to enjoy...

Oh boy, this one brings me back to high school. When I had the crush of the century. See I was in the journalism class at good ol’ Woodbridge High School and I was in my first year. Well when I met the editorial staff there and I fell hard for the Editor-in-Chief, his name was Patrick.

Now in no way did Patrick give me any attention, any reason for me to like him. In fact he was actually not the nicest or handsomest person on Earth. But I had rose-colored glasses on when it came to him, he was everything I wanted to be… intelligent, literary, alternative, older and he couldn’t care less what everyone else thought of him.

I spent more than a year falling for him, all the while keeping it a deep, dark secret. No one knew. I bottled it all up while trying to get closer to him, learn from him, visit his workplace (the art cinema house) and join things he was in (ahem…Latin Club, as if that isn’t embarrassing enough).

Well when he was a senior and I was a sophomore I had had enough. I just had to tell him. I – had – to. So being the literary fiend I am I wrote out my feelings in a letter. A page long letter. I simply stated that I had feelings for him and he didn’t have to respond to the letter if he didn’t want to, I just had to get the information off my chest. I worked so hard on that letter, writing and rewriting it in all its glory.

So after spending three agonizing long days at home (it was a long weekend) after giving him the letter on Friday. I get back to the class on Monday, somewhat excited, somewhat scared.

I walk in and everyone sort of looks at me. Now by no means was I at all noticeable, I never stood out in that class (well except to the teacher, who liked my good attitude and writing). I sat down at my desk and began to work on my latest article, all the while wondering why everyone was acting so strange.

Finally the only girl editor, who I guess took some sort of pity on me, brought me out in the hall and showed me a piece of paper. My Letter. Reprinted in its entirety.

She then proceeded to tell me Patrick had an underground literary magazine and that most everyone in the class had a copy and knew that I had written that letter to Patrick.

I could have died. Not only did Patrick print my personal letter for all his friends to laugh at, he told them all he though it was the most hilarious thing he had ever read.

So not only did I get rejected that day, the whole world knew I was rejected.

Sitting in class for the next 45 minutes could quite possibly be the most embarrassing 45 minutes of my life.

See into the future

Don't you just wish sometimes you could fast-forward 12 months into the future to see where it all ends up? I have been an eager to know the outcome of the primary and I really thought Super Tuesday was going to mean something. To say I am disappointed I didn’t get an answer is an understatement.

Hillary or Barack…. at this point I just want the person who will get the republicans out of office.

I worry if Hillary wins, too many people HATE her, and I mean H-A-T-E in caps. That worries me, I’m afraid she can’t take the White House when all is said and done.

If Barack wins I might be slightly happier, he has people believing we can change the way things are run. And who doesn’t want to have faith that the nation can change its backward ways. My problem is that I feel he might lack the experience. He has the faith, but do I believe that his experience can back up everything he claims? I don’t know.

The ultimate solution would be to combine Hillary’s experience with Barack’s faith and message of change. I still think the combination would be more successful if Barack were the front-runner. But I really feel they have to run together.

I’m afraid they won’t. I think if Hillary wins, I think she will strongly consider running with Barack (he’ll definitely bring in votes where she didn’t). But I think if Barack wins the nod he might consider running with someone else. There’s been too much bad blood drawn, and I hope when all is said and done, they can overcome all the vitriol that was unleashed in the past several months.

When all is said and done I think Obama-Clinton will be the best ticket and will have a real shot at getting the Republicans out of the White House.

I just wish I could teleport or something, just for 1 minute into the future, just to see who actually is going to take the White House in the next election.

One thing can be agreed on…… thank goodness Bush will be gone!

Ah Suburbia

I almost forgot one of the downsides to living in suburbia...constant gardeners. There are so many houses surrounding this house, three behind, one on each side, three across the street. So no matter what afternoon it is, I'm bound to not be able to nap when I want to because of a gardener.

Ugh, stupid suburbia.

Sorry

Sorry I haven't posted for awhile. Things have been busy for me, been dealing with a lot of stuff lately.

Been way overloaded at work – barely any time to even surf my regular blogs. I know its horrible.

Anyway, not much is new with me. I got to do a lot of housekeeping stuff this weekend. Did laundry, finally emptied my kitchen boxes. This house is finally starting to feel like home. And I really enjoy the people I live with too. Spent some time with Rhonda tonight (my landlady). We were just watching TV and talking, it was fun.

But one thing I do miss, now that I live in a house and with Rhonda (a woman who is close to my mom's age), I miss being home. I miss having my mom take care of me. I miss just being comfortable, helping with the dishes, having mom cook for me, just getting to hang out with her all the time.

I think what I really am is non-complacent with life right now. I'm not settled and I feel I am more and more ready for that everyday. I feel like my life is not constant, there are no certainties – anything could change at the drop of a hat.

I've been thinking about my birthday coming up – 25, man a whole quarter life has gone by. I've passed all the milestones I think I will pass for awhile in my life and I'm feeling just sort of bleh. My job is the same rotation of stuff. My life seems to follow a rotation too. I just feel a little stuck sometime. I feel like I'm not moving forward.

Does any of this make sense? Sorry I'm just rambling here.

I'm happy but I'm just tired of being unsettled. I mean I like where I live and stuff, it's just the state of my life right now. I just feel like I'm in a rut.