Tuesday, June 30, 2009

It's more than a holiday weekend

So not only is Saturday the Fourth of July, it is also my birthday. Normally, I would be completely stoked because it is one of my favorite holidays, but this year I am completely bummed. No, it isn't because I will be 26 and technically closer to 30 than 20 (which has crossed my mind several times). It's because this year is the first year I will be "celebrating" without my grandma and my mom.

I can't seem to stop thinking about my mom this week. I keep remembering all of the little things that I know I will miss the most. So instead of making this post another sob story, I decided to post some 4th of July memories and remember her like she deserves.

1. Every July 4th my mother would call me at 11:56 a.m. and sing Happy Birthday to me. I was born at 11:56 and she called to let me know that it was at that time that I really aged.

2. Growing up I was convinced that the whole world celebrated me on my birthday, my mom never shot me down by telling me that it wasn't just for me. I eventually figured it out.

3. After my birthday song call, she would call me to ask when I was going to be at her house, if I didn't answer she would leave me a voicemail saying "Hey, this is your mommy!" in the most excited voice ever.

4. My mom always told me that on July 3rd she convinced my family to do fireworks because she knew that she was going to have me on the 4th. Everyone thought she was crazy, but did it anyways. When the 4th came, she went into labor.

5. When my mom was in labor my grandma was there with her. As the clock kept ticking closer and closer to noon, my grandma kept telling her she needed to hurry up and have me because it was almost lunch time. She had me just before lunch.

6. One year she decided to make my birthday cake instead of buying one. My sister decided to decorate it and instead of getting a red, white and blue cake... it was baby pink and baby blue. I told them it was a birthday party not a baby shower.

7. On my 21st birthday she bought me a bottle of wine. It was so good I couldn't stop drinking it. I remember my uncle started freaking out thinking I was drunk and going to drive home. My mom assured him that I was welcomed to stay in my own home.

8. For a good 6 years or so we would go out for my birthday, as opposed staying in and I got to pick what I wanted to do. For dinner I would say I wanted to go to a Mexican restaurant and she would have them put a sombrero on my head and sing to me. I also went to a theme park and we would stay until the fireworks were over and the park was closing.

9. My 24th birthday she had a custom ring made for me. She tortured me for months about my birthday present. When I finally got it I was so happy. I put it on and realized it was insanely big. She felt bad that it was so big, but was happy that I loved it. I cherish that ring now, and still haven't had it sized.

10. Every year I spent my actual birthday with my family. I know a lot of people go out with the friends on theirs, but I never felt deprived. I loved spending the day with them every year.

11. On my 16th birthday I got a picture of a wrecked car instead of the actual thing. I was just as happy with that picture as if I had seen it in person.

12. Growing up there were many times that we almost got in trouble for playing with fireworks in city limits. My grandpa and uncle were instigators and would go buy a ton of them for me every year.

13. On my 25th birthday my mom called and let me know that I was officially a quarter of a century old.

14. On my siblings birthday's we would usually grill out burgers, but on my birthday mom would always make me steak and potatoes because it was my favorite. I always felt special.

15. The 4th was one of her favorite holidays, she started planning our party for this year in January and I thought she was nuts. Too bad she isn't going to be here.

I could keep going on and on about the great times we had, but I figure that's enough. I wish you all a wonderful 4th of July.

Friday, June 26, 2009

We are a team?

Since this blog is basically annonymous, I get to talk about work! Yay!

Well, I work for a media company as a graphic designer (incase you didn't know) and basically have two bosses. One boss signs my paycheck and he tries to tell me "how the cow chews the kurd." I'll call him A. The other boss I absolutely love, and she was the one that I orginally worked under until the company did some reorganization and royally screwed me, but that's a different story.

OK, so last week I received an e-mail from A saying that next week would be his last week. He accepted a job at another company. Well, I was thinking Woo Hoo! This is great! I can't wait! Mainly because he just has a strong dislike for me, and hasn't failed on letting me know that.

Well, my company is always looking for excuses to buy food and someone leaving is always a reason. The group I technically work for is even worse about food purchasing.

Since today was his last day, apparently the "team" I work with threw him a little going away party. He got up and made a speech and there was all kinds of food and a card. Well, my coworker and I weren't invited.

Now, I don't really mind the lack of the invitation... that isn't what bugs me. What bugs me is that during my performance review one of my negative traits was that I seculuded myself. I looked at my new "team" as them and I was separate. If my company would have been giving out raises, it would have effected my raise.

So, how do I go about not seculuding myself, when they do everything (including the lack of invitations) to make me the red headed step-child.

Update: I was just invited for leftovers... 5 hours later.

Tribute to the King of Pop

You were weird, but you were one hell of an entertainer.

Thursday, June 25, 2009

What's going on in Hollywood?

I can't believe the news, another big name celebrity is dead. What's the deal?

It's been a bad week in Hollywood, and I find myself a bit sad.

Ed McMahon: I loved loved loved Star Search. When i was growing up I knew that I would go on that show. I thought I wanted to be a singer for the longest time. Well, I never got to go on there, but I watched the show religiously.

Farrah Fawcett: While I am too young to have watched Charlie's Angels when they were filmed, I did watch the reruns growing up. I always loved her feathered hair. I think it is ridiculously sad that she never got to be married after she said yes, finally. :(

Michael Jackson: I'll never forget Superbowl 27. I thought it was awesome. While he was a bit crazy and had a lot of problems, I will never say the man wasn't talented. I still listen to his music from time to time.

So while Hollywood is in a state of mourning, I hope all of these celebrities that have at one point or another touched us all rest in peace.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Wordless Wednesday

Sorry I have been MIA, as my previous post stated things are crazy in my life right. I will try to post more asap, just don't want to bore you all with all my drama.

Thursday, June 18, 2009

Lost between up and down

It's been awhile since I have posted. I've been lost trying to figure out up from down and left from right, and so far I still find myself lost.

Just a warning, this isn't going to be one of my typically silly posts.

I'm starting to feel like there is some sort of target on my head. That every time things start to get better something has to happen because "omg Trixie is getting happy again, we can't let that happen."

Well that's what happened ... again. It's been four months since my mother passed away, and about 9 months since my grandmother passed. And while I am still not my typical happy self, I am trying to get back into the swing of life because I know that they don't want me to be miserable forever. I still find it extremely hard to go a day without crying and the littlest things set me off. I expect that to continue for a long time, and my tears will never go away.

So here I was, finding myself a little closer to normal and then the rug was ripped from under my feet and I fell to the ground once again.

On Monday, I received a text from my dad saying "Hi daughters (sent to my sis and me) I have important news call me asap!" Well after seeing that, I called immediately. I thought maybe we finally got the cause of death, my grandmother's estate stuff was settled or something generally great happened.

Well, I beat my sister to the punch and got to him first. When he answered he seemed very shaky. He then said something along the lines that he figured that as his daughters we should be told the news first. At this point I was concerned that something was seriously wrong, possibly that he was terminally ill. But, no that wasn't it... it was something I never would have expected to hear.

"I'm engaged."

My jaw dropped and I'm pretty sure my heart stopped beating for a few seconds. I was sitting at work, fighting my tears and couldn't even say a single word other than OK. He kept talking to me and I can't even remember what he said, I just know that the only thing I could say was OK.

My worst nightmare came true, and it was only four months after he was widowed. All these thoughts came rushing in and I was overwhelmed with tears. I left work because I couldn't handle sitting there anymore.

I figured he would eventually remarry, but never did I think it would be this soon. And while there "isn't a date set" I figure that it won't be years away like it should. I just don't know how you could logically think this is a good idea. I don't know how a woman could say yes, knowing the man's wife of 10 years died four months prior. Most importantly, I don't know how he could even consider proposing to a woman when his children haven't even heard of her or even know that he was dating.

So now I find myself lost. I haven't talked to him since, I've been eating my emotions, and sleep has been virtually non-existent. I don't know what to say to him, and I'm dreading looking him in the face on Father's Day. At first, I wanted to take back the overly extravagant gift my sister and I purchased for him. She decided that we shouldn't do that even though my thoughts are somewhere in the middle.

I feel like I should have my own reality TV show, and I think I'd be a billionaire by now.

I'm just so sick of all the bad shit, when will something good happen to me for once? And, when it does will I be able to enjoy for fear that something terrible is lurking around the corner?

Thursday, June 11, 2009

When ghetto kids and Jessica Alba attack

If you don't live in any of the major cities, hell even a highly populated city, it is often exciting when a "big famous celebrity" shows up. Especially in Oklahoma, where are local celebrities that aren't country stars are weather men. Seriously.

The past few weeks and possibly this week as well, Jessica Alba and Kate Hudson, and Casey Affleck were here making a film in a little town called Guthrie. And by little, I do mean little.

Once the word was spread, the masses went wild. So much so that I am waiting for the prison to call and say the arrested my friend for stalking. So far almost every time I log into my personal facebook page I see millions of pictures of people "stalking" the film site. The funny thing is the big bad bodyguards aren't letting anyone get close, but the photos keep coming. And even though I've seen millions of photo's not a single one has one of the stars mentioned above.

Jessica Attacks: So what did Jessica do?

Well she made her presence known by posting "public art" all over downtown Oklahoma City. She glued (apparently insanely well) shark posters all over downtown in an effort to support Shark Week, in landlocked Oklahoma. Don't worry Jessica, we will do our best to save our sharks.

Ghetto Kids Attack: Well, apparently Jessica started a trend and now all the ghetto kids have decided to attack with their spray paint cans (even though you have to be 18 to purchase it)and create their own version of this "public art" all around my apartment complex.

After living in the same place for three years (which is a miracle I've been in one place that long), a broken driver side mirror, and a stolen license plate I experienced my first "public art."

You're probably thinking I live somewhere crazy. Well even though it sounds like I live in a scary place, it really isn't too bad. It isn't the best of the best, but believe me it's not even close to some of the scarier places around here. I have never once been frightened(except for a few crazy neighbors and a stalker). And it hasn't been until recently that I have noticed an abundance of teenagers hanging around my area, it's been mostly 20-somethings and young parents with a little mix of old people.

But what it comes down to is growing up we've all had our fun, done a bunch of stupid things we shouldn't have, and maybe even did a little "public art," but seriously... I don't live in the projects, can you please take that crap to the stop sign, the over pass of a bridge or even the side of a train?

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Wordless Wednesday...

(This seems to be becoming a trend.)

Happy Hump Day!

Tuesday, June 9, 2009


The amazing a H.I.T at A NY Housewife in Training is hosting an awesome giveaway that ends tonight!

Check it out!


Well I've been really slow about posting two lovely awards I was given, so here they are!

The lovely lady Tamela at A Brunette Making it One Day at a Time tagged me in the Keepsake award. Talk about making a girl feel special! If you haven't read her blog you should really do so, she is awesome and posts some great stuff!

Rules for this award:

1. Post a funny or sweet keepsake that tells something about you.

2. Pass the award onto 10 other bloggers that you think are keepers!

My keepsake: I am a great listener... so much though that I should probably be a psychologist. I try to help my friends and family out as much as possible and bring smiles to their faces.

Then, I was tagged by the lovely Chere at Teasingly Diverse for the Honest Scrap award! She is awesome, and I love reading her blog!

The Honest Scrap award comes with a caveat or 2.

Firstly you have to tell your readers 10 things about you they may not know, but that are true. Secondly you have to tag 10 people with the award.

10 {unknown} honest things:
1. I have never been in a fist fight even though with the mouth I had growing up, I'm impressed someone didn't knock me out.

2. I am addicted to text messaging. My minute usage is very minimal compared to the amount of text messages I send. I am also what you call a "drunk texter" instead of a drunk dialer.

3. In the 6th grade I decided I would be in band as opposed to P.E. and I wanted to play the clarinet or the saxophone. My mom made me play the flute since she did, and instead of learning how I pretended at ever performance.

4. I love love love subway, so much the workers know me by name and what I typically order.

5. The first time I got drunk I was 14, no 14 is not a typo.

6. I have never traveled outside of the country. :(

7. The first date I ever went on was to the drive-in.

8. I am the worst procrastinator ever. So bad that I have pulled all nighters on packing, writing papers and filling out paperwork.

9. I have an irrational fear of spiders
10. I used to think the whole world celebrated me on my birthday, July 4th.

Here are my 10 bloggers:

1. Kym @ Bee Creative

2. Jessica @ Alright, still

3. Kristen @ Happily Ever After

4. Stacie @ Buried The Lead

5. Moonjava @ Moonjava's Muse

6. Melissa @ Meme Love

7. Little Woman @ Little Woman Little Home

8. Mrs. Shu @ The Schumacher's

9. T @ Life as a G

10. June @ A Love Like Johnny and June

Friday, June 5, 2009

Office people

Have you ever listened to office chatter?

Well I do, and I do it a lot. I am pretty nosey and whenever people talk loud enough for me to hear I figure I am allowed to listen. Am I wrong?

So what's the point of this post you ask?

Well, I decided to post on "office people." If you've ever worked in your life I am sure that you know there is a ton of shit talking amongst coworkers. It never fails your latest drama will be broadcasted to everyone (even strangers) and you are always stuck with some sort of label. These labels will stick with you until well after you're gone, and if you run into someone later more than likely they will return to the office and say "they saw so-in-so, you know the (insert label here.)"

Now even though all these labels are not so nice, usually they are pretty funny. That is of course as long as they aren't your own. Typically you will have no idea what your label is unless a friend tells you, but even then it isn't an easy task to conquer.

With the theme of labels, I decided to share some of my coworkers labels:

The Scavenger: This guy walks extremely loud, talks through his nose and I think he is always starving. So instead of bringing his own snacks or dollars for the vending machine he stomps around the office searching for food. Once he finds it, he then strikes up some sort of boring conversation and helps himself. If he sits down, you'll be lucky to have any food left and don't trip over his chair because he never puts it back where he got it.

Fashion Victim: Now this label isn't because she isn't always trendy, but this is about the girl's decisions more than anything. We always expect something new, including the white dress shirt with the black sports bra she wore today.

The Ditz: This girl makes people how she doesn't get lost on her way to work. Honestly the saying, "She would forget her head if it wasn't attached," describes her so well.

The Loud Mouth: This guy is extremely loud, and isn't even deaf (he has been asked). But he manages to hold conversations the whole floor can hear. I never have a problem hearing them, even his whispers are loud.

The Cheap Ass: This guy is so cheap he won't drive more than a mile from work to get dinner. So what does he eat? Most of the time it's McDonald's, a bit of Subway and on Tuesday's (for half price burger night) he ventures to all the way Sonic. What I find funny is he spends the money to eat out every night of the week as opposed saving money by buying groceries and making his own meals. He also gets mad when he misses something like "pizza night at work" even if he isn't scheduled to work.

The Collector: Whether its the 900 bottle caps (we still have no idea why he has the pile on his desk), the 52 bobble heads on the file cabinet or the pile a dust on his desk... we are sure he has everything anyone could need.

I could probably go on forever making fun talking about my coworkers, but eventually you might get bored.

While I'm not sure what my label is, I think it would be Silent But Deadly because I am relatively quiet, but when I am passionate about something I get my opinion known.


Since I have never asked a question on my blog before, I decided I would ask what do you think your label would be and why?

Thursday, June 4, 2009

God Texts The Ten Commandments

Even if you aren't Christian, I hope you find this as funny as I did!

1. no1 b4 me. srsly.
2. dnt wrshp pix/idols
3. no omg's
4. no wrk on w/end (sat 4 now; sun l8r)
5. pos ok - ur m&d r cool
6. dnt kill ppl
7. :-X only w/ m8
8. dnt steal
9. dnt lie re: bf
10. dnt ogle ur bf's m8. or ox. or dnkey. myob.

M, pls rite on tabs & giv 2 ppl.
ttyl, JHWH.

ps. wwjd?

This was stolen borrowed from McSweeney's Internet Tendency

It's finally done, I hope

I have decided that insurance adjusters are worse than cable men, I mean seriously.

So today, I finally met with the adjuster handling the business with my car. My appointment was supposed to be from 12-2. Yes, it is a random time but I didn't have to be at work until 4 today so it worked. So I woke up about 11 so that I would be alive thinking he would probably come a knockin at 1230ish. Well, he didn't.

Wait. Wait. Wait.

It is 1:30 and I am starting to get impatient. I needed to get ready for work and I just had this feeling this guy was going to put me off until 1:59. Ding, Ding Ding! At 1:55 he calls and says he is 15 minutes away. Figures!

At this point I am very irritated because common courtesy says that an appointment between 12-2 means said party will show up no later than 1:30 (the cable man is an exception). Well, technically he wasn't even on time and I had to sit outside and wait for him.

Once he shows up he takes a million pictures of my car. Now why do you need pictures of the passenger side when the damage is on the back door drivers side? I ask and he claims it is company policy... my friend says it is because he is going to stalk me. :)

Well after about 30 minutes of that he says it is going to take half an hour to forty-five minutes for him to finish up his paperwork so I am "allowed" (since when I am not allowed to leave) to go back into my place.

Well it did take him about 45 minutes and he wrote me a check right there. It sucks because I got about half of the money that was said on the estimate I got from the body shop. He told me that the body shop will work with me price wise to make the repairs. Gee, thanks.

But all-in-all I am so glad that it is taken care of because I was about to go insane with phone calls, arguing and what not.

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Wordless Wednesday

Can I get a kiss too?

Side note: Sorry I haven't posted much, I have been insanely busy trying to get all this car insurance stuff settled. They are trying to seriously rip me off on this matter and I am not having it. Hope all is well in the blogosphere!

Monday, June 1, 2009

And the answer is no

I've been racking my brain for something to post today after a weekend full of nothing too exciting, so I decided to make it a story from about this time last year.

In case you didn't know, I work as a graphic designer and am always looking for some freelance work. Last year, I had a couple opportunities and had a client that I ended up refusing.

I talked to him a few times on the phone and he told me he needed some letterhead, some business cards and some brochures. Cool right? He gave me some ideas on what he wanted it to look like and asked for a few different versions. Seemed normal enough.

It took me about two weeks to get everything done and we set up a meeting at Starbucks. I think that is a great meeting place, especially when I have to deal with new clients.

I was already there when the guy showed up. When he walked up to me I was absolutely shocked. He looked way to rugged to be opening a business outside of hard labor work. But, he was. OK, so maybe it was a bad day?

As I was showing him the stuff I had produced for him he kept asking me a ton of personal questions. It almost felt like we were on a date. He kept asking me where I came from, how many siblings I have, what I plan to do in the future... etc etc etc. It was so weird. I on the other hand tried to keep it strictly business, not only was he far from my "type" but I wanted to get this business transaction taken care of.

Well after was all said and done he felt the need to walk with me to my car. I was trying to rush to get home to make it to my real job, and he wanted to continue talking. I let him know that I had to go and as I was getting ready to get into my car... he kisses me. And he doesn't just give me a peck, but he crams his tongue down my throat. Soon as I realize what is going on I push him off of me and tell him how inappropriate that ordeal was.

I thought that after he was pushed away he would understand I didn't reciprocate the same feelings he did. Apparently not. He then proceeded to tell me he was married, yes MARRIED. But, he really liked me and thought I was beautiful blah blah blah. Then he proceeded to ask if I would like to come to his house for lunch the following day. I flat out told him no. He continued to ramble and let me know that his wife and him have an open relationship and that it was OK if they slept with other people.

Wow, so not only was he trying to get me into his house he was trying to sleep with me as well. Completely freaked out, I told him I had to go and got into my car.

The next day he called me about 10 times and I eventually answered the phone. I told him that I was not interested in him or doing any work for him. He asked about the stuff I already had done for him and I said I would write it off as a loss because I have no desire to continue working with him. For about two more months he would e-mail me about once a week asking for my services (which makes me wonder what kind he was wanting).

I guess he finally gave up because I haven't heard from him since, and now I find that I am a lot more careful when it comes to freelance work.