I drank vodka

And the Giants lost this weekend. I got so so shitty. I cannot drink more than one vodka beverage ever again. We were at a friend's house and I have like incredibly spotty memory of the evening.
Anyway. Got the Mustang for JR - he loves it, I love it, so there was much rejoicing. And the better the situation, the dealer gave me a loaner car until my car is repaired.
Did I mention my Mazda was RUINED about three weeks ago? JR was backing up and some peckerhead was speeding down our street in the SLEET and ruined it. Hopefully it will be done by the 16th as planned so I can sell it.
Tonight we're going to get a new bedroom set - it is so gorgeous and appropriately called The Martini Set. Dark wood, canopy bed, yadda yadda.

So, Wachovia kind of annoyed me. Now I have money and they are calling me to make sure I am "satisfied" when two months ago when my floating balance was $217, they could give two shits. It is true, money CAN buy happiness because people actually give a fuck about you when you have it.

My new jacket...

So pretty!
I have wanted a motorcyclesque leather jacket FOREVER and my husband finally got one for me! I am thrilled.

It sure has been a while - I just got back from lunch at Good Dog...http://www.gooddogbar.com/...
An relatively good bar close to my office where you can have a pint. I had the Brie and Roasted Tomato Pesto sandwich and it was scrumptious and I was able to avoid the fries.

Thanksgiving was spent in Mexico...did I write about that? Was naked and intoxicated at this awesome resort for five days. Couldn't have spent turkey day better!

December was REALLY uneventful - FINALLY received my first commission check ever so that was a relief. My next one (which is so ridiculously huge) comes tomorrow with the hopes of purchasing a new Mustang for the man. He absolutely deserves one after supporting us so much this year. He is wonderful. Then we need to pay some bills, but that won't be an issue.

Christmas Eve was so much fun - went to my in-laws that live close by, and they do the whole seafood thing because my Mother-in-Law is very Italian, but it was hilarious because they gave it a south Jersey twist. After 10 years of feeding me and me not contributing anything, I asked if I could bring some lobster, because I wanted to let them know how much I appreciate them always welcoming me into their home, when I was a poor high schooler, poor colleger, and poor post-colleger. It was such a great night.

Christmas was stressful. I got to see Mr. Cook, an old neighbor that has been the closest thing to a grandfather to me. I surprised him - the look on his face when he looked out the door was priceless. I was so happy to spend some time with him; I missed him last year because he had already left for dinner at his daughter's.

My MOMMY CAME UP! The day after Christmas we picked her up and I had her all weekend - we had such a great time - went to a wonderful restaurant. Seamus was so happy to have his Nanny there - he absolutely adores her and woke her up every morning. It is brutal when she leaves.

New Year's Eve was fun, too - we went to a restaurant that has great seafood with my Dad and in-laws and they seemed to really enjoy it, too. We kind of had happy hour at our house first; I got some shrimp and we had drinks. It is nice hanging out with your parents and feeling like an equal - they absolutely want your opinion and want you to contribute and be a resource. I like adding to my parents' lives and feeling wanted as opposed to feeling like a burden.
After dinner we went to my brother-in-laws because I really didn't feel like dragging Seamus up to a friend's house that is 1.5 hours away, nor did I feel like going into the city (but being outside on a boat somewhere...not fun for Meggy), so we went down there so we could have our dogs play. Let me tell you, I blacked out that night, woke up the next morning, had Pizza Bagels, kept drinking, drank all through the next night (this night was vodka, the night before was rum, so I am assuming that is why I was not hung over New Year's morning), but I woke up on the 2nd and thought someone had beaten me severely with a baseball bat. It took me a full day and a 1/2 to recover. I sent my sister an email saying that New Year's did its intended job: I CANNOT DRINK ANYMORE. Not literally, but I don't have the liver of a 21-year old anymore. So, I am going to be sticking to wine, and a little beer with the *occasional* cocktail which will probably be Captain and Diet...my old standby that never, ever hurt me as much as vodka.

In addition to getting obliterated, I also yelled at a representative from LA Fitness because they called me like 20x to set up my personal training consultation - I am not exaggerating. They called me nonstop within a two week period. And this is AFTER I had paid $500.00 to join - they already had my money! What else do you want from me? Anyway, I was screaming and curing and carrying on, and the rep was just like, "You can't talk to me like this - call me back when you calm down and aren't cursing." Seriously, I felt like such a piece of shit. So I called up and apologized and he said it was okay, but then my phone died. I felt so bad, but then the next day I checked my voicemail and it was the rep saying everything was cool, he heard me apologize and that he would take me off the call list and if there was ever a problem to come to him. I shit you not - the NEXT voicemail was from LA Fitness asking me if I was ready to get starting on my New Year's resolution. At this point, I just laughed. Whatever...there are so many more important things to worry about than LA Fitness.

But that leads me to another realization - there is no reason to get that angry over stupid things. Someone getting hit by a drunk driver - yes. A doctor missing cancer in your Mom's best friend because they were too busy with someone/thing else - yes. LA Fitness trying desperately to get me in the door to sign me up for something I clearly don't want and have displayed by not returning their 21 voicemails and 15 missed calls with no voicemail - no. It's a gym. They don't want me to be a fatass. They make money off of me NOT being a fatass. But I will not be mean to anyone ever again. Period. Speaking of which, I am getting it and I feel like garbage :-P