As the Fat Lady sings ...

My well deserved vacation comes to a screeching halt as I type an entry this evening. Any day not at work is a good day. I had 9 good days. Yesterday/last night was definitely the best one of the week. You see earlier in the week - Wednesday - I had to take my dog to the vets for possible surgery. They took him in immediately. He's been in there ever since. He had an 8 pound fatty tumor on his stomach, so they had to do MAJOR surgery on him. Well his incision isn't healing well. They have it stapled shut right now, with a drain tube half sticking out. We tried to bring him home on Saturday AM, but he bled EVERYwhere. I can't explain how bad I feel for him. He's like what the fuck are you doin' to me bitch??? I fucking bawled like a baby when you take the candy away. He's been in my life since I was 12 ... and I guess I just thought he'd always be here. God - I never knew I was so attatched to anything. Which leads me to wonder -- how I really feel about people in my life. It's almost like I'm living my life loving people, but taking advantage of the fact that they love ME too???? Or that we may not share tomorrow together??? I think my deal is: I can't deal with people leaving --- so I rarely welcome them in. Saying goodbye is near impossible for me. SO ANYWAYS -- midweek to Saturday noon kind of sucked. Saturday PM was spent with a guy who seriously, on the real, kicks ass. But I'm not going to get all hyped up about him, again, because that's just asking for a harder fall. I'm so myself around him. Then Saturday late night/early Sunday Am, was spent in a drunken yay! Ever been in a drunken YAY?!?!? It rules. Well I guess I gots to get ready for the week ahead. *Yuck*. PEACE!!

Smoke Free = Stink Free

Hey! So I quit smoking. I was talking with my personal trainer at the gym about how cardio makes it hard for me to uhmm breathe. He told me that I needed to quit smoking. Even if I just started with smoking less and less everyday as opposed to quitting cold turkey. Well that was Wednesday (Oct. 13) -- I smoked one that evening on the way home, and one the next AM on the way to work. And I then decided I wasn't going to pay a disgusting near 5 bucks for something that stinks, makes it difficult to breathe, increases your risk of cancer(s) AND other diseases -- did I mention it stinks?? Ya. So the guys at work said I didn't have it in me to quit. That I didn't have the strength to do it. I know it's reverse psychology -- but it works. I even went out last Saturday AND this past Saturday -- no smokes. I'm really proud of myself. It's weird though -- cause now I'm like sickened when I see others smoking. Oh well -- I guess I'm just glad that I quit now, after smoking for 9 years, instead of 29 years. YAY.

It's really weird having someone come up to me at a club saying "Are you Amanda Newey - 'Cause I met your ex-boyfriend -- he's my friend's friend". 2 chicks last night said this to me. Interesting. I guess it's just different, because I'm starting to get known in Bangor -- instead of up North where everybody knows you and when you last took a shit. It's all good, I think. Ya I was suppose to be going to Portland last night -- but my buddies had to watch the Red Sox. Totally understandable. Red Sox kick ass by the way!!! Well -- to anyone that actually checks in on my blogs, I'm sorry that I haven't posted in a while. I'll try & work on that. :) Peace.

Drama SUCKS!!!

Went to Barnaby's Saturday night. Wow. 1st off, let me explain this chick. She's a girl that's been dating/living with a really good friend of mine -- well up until recently .. they split up or whatever. Ok super .. so who does she call on to cry to??? Me. I've never have been a "friend" of hers. She all of sudden was calling me ever 2 seconds .. and basically it felt like she was trying to get in between my buddy & I. So anyways, she was at the club ... all up in my face .. wanting to know why I didn't return her calls and blah fucking blah. I told her to fuck off ... but she didn't. She kept being a CUNT. So I had to put her in her place, she FINALLY left me the fuck alone. Then .. this guy that I was "dating" was all up on me, which was alright with me, cause we were just dancing .. and that's all he's ever gonna get from me. So my friend I was with grabbed him and pushed him away from me. The guy went through the roof. Peachy. I had to babysit him from that point on. I guess other than all that -- it was a good night. Sweaty hot dancing. That's what I'm talking about. Single. Yay.