Since my life has been threatened if I didn't update my blog- I thought I better get on it. SO Mr.Brad, this post is for you.
Since my last post-
I've moved home
Found a job
Thought I'd start new job
Found I wasn't starting new job
Currently waiting to start new job
Apparently transferring from one state to another is a big ta-hue, and takes weeks on end to complete.
I haven't heard from them in a while- SO I've started job searching once again, because I'm tired of waiting, I'm tired of emailing them and hearing they're just waiting for 1 more something or another to clear.
Luckily for me, my neighbor's daughter has been in need of a little help with her children. They're all involved in ballet, or swimming, and what nots- so with their busy schedules- help is much appreciated, gives me income, and it's fun!
It's all great until:
LADY: " Stephanie, I'm going to be out of town this weekend, would you mind taking the girls to their ballet class? You would have to get here about 7:50 AM."
ME: "Oh Yea, that would be no problem."
LADY: " I know it's early, you'll be okay with that?"
ME: " Of course, I don't mind getting up early"
Friday night rolls around, I'm with an extremely good looking guy. We're having fun, I make it home around one in the morning. I think to myself...
' Oh boy, I should get to bed, I gotta get up tomorrow.'
'I'll set THREE alarms for myself, One at 6:45- to warn myself it's almost time to get up, one at 7:00 because that's what time I SHOULD get up, and one at 7:15 in case I DIDN'T get up.'
I fell asleep peacefully dreaming of my wonderful night WHEN
My phone starts singing to me all to soon. It's 6:45- my 15 minute warning. Okay. Fine. I rest for what i presume will be another 15 minutes WHEN
MOM: " STEPH!! the phones for you!"
ME: i groggily get up and look at the time.... 8:20!! CRAP- I run and grab the phone quickly apologize and tell her I'm walking out the door RIGHT NOW.
I don on some levis and pull on a tshirt- pull my hair in a pony without even using a brush- and do a cruddy quick job of brushing my teeth.
I hate mornings like this.
Somehow I got most of the girls to their ballet class on time, just the youngest missed about 15 minutes of her class. I hate when I let others down. But what's done is done...
... I think staying out with Mr. charming, luscious eyes was worth the moment of irresponsibility though. ;)
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