*Well... and so it begins....

Well today I got fired.. again. I must have the best memory/writting skills in the world. Who no-call, no-shows? Apparently me.

I thought I worked tonight. So technically, it wasn't like I was being irresponsibly. I just wrote the wrong time down.

So here I am, again, jobless. Trying to figure out where Im going to go apply at tomorrow. I have a few places in mind, and I'm not worried. If God brings you to it, he'll bring you through it. Maybe that job just wasn't the right one for me. I mean, I obviously wasn't making enough money. $30 a night wasn't really doing it for me when I was used to so much more.

So okay, tomorrow I'll go look for another job. Wish me luck.

In better news, im finally getting some closure on this whole.. dating an ass thing. And suprisingly I'm not talking about my son's father.. I'm talking about the mister Ryan Harvey- ex #1 prospect for baseball america. Phew-- ew.

I wont talk about HOW i'm getting the closure.. when the time comes, you'll all find out in a very nationally-read way. I'll leave it at that.

For some reason, as upset as I am about this whole.. not having a job thing, I'm less upset than I would be because I'm sitting at my boyfriend's house. Yupp. I finally found someone decent enough to be with. I know- you're all thinking "okay so, what? You met him 2 days ago?" Nope, bitches... almost a month ago. And those of you who know me know thats a BIG deal.

I have this horrible problem of not being able to stay with a guy. Call it fear, call it annoyance, call it ADD... I can not seem to find a man that I adore enough to be with like I was with Ryan and Erik. (and i was convinced that the reason I wanted to be with them is because deep down inside I knew that they didnt want to be with me. Girls like the chase too, ya know?) But here he is! And he doesnt play any professional sports---> unless you call summer softball a pro sport.. but i dont think he's going to be making the big bucks there any time soon, lol.

He's gorgeous. Just absolutley freaking amazingly gorgeous. Like... I can't stop looking at him, gorgeous.

Which doesnt matter considering... there's not one thing in the world he does that doesn't make me happy. He says the best things, does the best things... I havent ever been this happy. Ever. And it's the first time I've been this happy that it hasn't been one-sided. I think I make him happy too. And for once in my life I dont feel disposable. Like maybe I actually mean something to this guy and he cant get enough of me too...make sense?

In other news... I would love it if our posistion players could put down as many successful bunts as our pitchers do in interleague play. DAMN. Gavin Floyd can lay 2-3 down a day, but dewayne wise can barely lay down 2 in an entire season. wtf?

And if Alexie ramierez takes one more strike low and away I'm going to die.

And scotty pods is the BEST THING we've done with our team in over two years. Who's idea was it to get rid of him anyways? obv. kenny william's. Regretting that now, KW.....

well it's 6pm and i just finished off an entire glass of wine and I'll be MUCH happier when Michael gets home...

Love it, hate it.. this blog proves to get more interesting. And maybe I'll stop updating my status on facebook so much. As bubba once told me... I'm the perfect candidate for a diary. This will suffice so far, I think...