This weekend was pretty fast and furious, Rich was in town, had a company/friend get together at Gus The Greeks, and Sunday Rich and I drove up to Payson so he could meet mi madre.

I had expressed reservations about telling mom about him and I as…well…he’s male and breathing which will be strike one for him in my mothers eyes. Older than me? Strike two. He’s got kids. Strike three. Mom, bless her heart took it a little better than I was expecting. However, now that I look back at it all she treated him just as she treated every guy before him that I brought “home”.

For once I would be ecstatic if she would just approve of someone and be nice to them instead of treating them like they need to be dissected, scrutinized and watched like a hawk. It’s not like I came up there and said “Hey I’m getting engaged/married/preggers!” *snort, choke, wheeze*

The cliche situation is the mother would be the one who welcomes the new guy into the family and is just happy that I’m happy. It’s usually the father who has a cow and is ready to pounce on the guy if he slips up once. Oddly enough my whole life it’s been totally reverse. My dad has always been cool with whatever guy I bring around, he shares the “look for the good in a person” gene that I have. He gives them a chance, doesn’t like to make people uncomfortable.

Mom has never done that. Ever. It’s always a huge production/emotional ride/long ass talks situation. So my mom loves me, I know this…but my take on it is: If I am smart enough to raise my bro, hold two jobs, run the house and property, and pay my own bills then why is it when the subject of guys comes up I’m all of a sudden a total idiot in her eyes? *shrug* Well, there’s a reason I live down here I guess…keep the madness at bay.

Anywhoot, enough angsty ranting….I caught this lil’ guy was chillin’ outside of the gas station in Phoenix and I thought I’d give ya’ll a break from the usual poisonous creepy-crawlies:

You know you want to kiss it….g’head ;o)

Since Monday at 3:30pm our phone lines have been down. All week we made numerous calls to the repair line alternately bitching them out and begging them to hurry up and fix whatever was broken as August is our busiest month of the year and we have over $15grand worth of invoices waiting to be faxed out. We got the run around all fecking week…so today I turned to dad at lunch and said “Let’s go to the local office.” I knew it was full of guys and guys sure do have a hard time saying no to a chick who looks totally distressed ;o)

Best idea ever. I’m so glad I was all dolled up and had my nails done.

We got to have a lil’ chat with the supervisor (who happened to be a lil hottie) and he agreed 100% that we should not have had to wait so long. He then called a tech into his office and gave him the work order…THEN told the tech he was coming along as well to make sure this was resolved today. Muhahaha! So, after being there for 20 minutes they fixed the problem and we are back in the game!

The supervisor gave me his phone number *snort* and made it very clear I was to call him directly if I EVER needed ANYTHING again.

So, without further adieu, Bug is back at work and does apologize to everyone who tried to contact me.

Today’s Words of Wisdom:

“They’re called boobs Ed.”

Well hells bells and all things shiny!
The dude calling me ‘Blue’ that posted the comment in the Firebird-List is none other than ROBERT!!!
Sorry ya’ll but I love that dude…and haven’t seen him in forever.
*adds email him to the list*

Ok onto other shit…
Getting ready to move servers, just got the conformation stuffs today so this next week will be…uh…fun. Ok it’ll totally blow but hey at least once it’s done I won’t have to spend 24/7 on the tech line *happy dance*

Dad’s eye surgery went well, he can now see out of his right eye and hopefully will quit asking questions while driving like “Bug is that light Green or Red?” *blink*

Mmmm…got a new cell phone since I spilled tea on my old one. The “insurance” policy I bought with that thing apparently didn’t have a clause for tea-spills because I had to fork over $180 for another piece of crap plastic that I’ll break soon:

Pink is hot so shaddup ;o)

And for everyone who remembers Pool Findings Part Uno I have yet another creepy-crawlie to share. This lil guy was living inside one of the fire extinguisher boxes and he decided to come out and play while I was prepping units the other day…who says my job isn’t hazardous?

And lastly I find it just wonderful that google has decided to run DUI targeted ads on my blog *snort choke wheeze*

Ok here’s the list, I’m too tired to put thought into this:

-Turned 20 (aug 8th)
-Night of my bday my 1988 Pontiac Firebird was stolen by my ex.
-He in turn drove it to phoenix (5 hours away).
-Involved in a hit n’ run…also got a dui.
-For the week after he called me to tell me where my car was I couldn’t find one fucking cop/sheriff/old lady in Maricopa county that knew anything about it (wtg Joe A….stupid dick).
-Finally found the car in an impound yard, spent close to $700 to get it back down here.
-Front end is thrashed, interior is covered in blood, windshield is cracked all to hell. Tires are destroyed.
-To repair it all will cost more than the car is worth.
-He doesn’t have insurance.
-Here’s the car:

So, how have YOU been?

I apologize I haven’t been around for awhile.
My car was stolen and wrecked and returned to me.
Been a very sad week.
I’ll write more later.
Hasta.