Welcome to April

Hello, my name is Aimée. I am 31 years old. I now own a house, and a dog named Jackson. He has epilepsy. Here's a blog about that. http://jacksonthedogblog.blogspot.ca/

On the hunt.

I am going to look at a house today! I am really excited, it's everything I have been wanting.

Wish me luck!

This one is for the blog

Okay.. here it is. This is my last attempt to change the format / feel of this blog and actually use it.

Last night I was watching the Oprah finale and she said a lot of things that I started thinking about. Most of it was stuff I had read before in books like 'How to Win Friends and Influence People' and the like. Interesting stuff (in theory) about being a good person, the power of your thoughts / energy flow, and what you project you get back etc. etc. Harder to put these things into practice but as I have been reading about it in different books, I have been really trying over the last year or so to be a better and positive person.

Funny enough, it's some of the stuff I used to die laughing at Stanley for. Vibrations and all that nonsense. He really did take it to a whole other level of insane but I guess he might have been onto something.

Anyways. Oprah also had mentioned about keeping a 'Gratitude Journal'. I have actually been keeping a journal but it has been more personal thoughts on my current state in life, love, career, etc. Things I am not really comfortable sharing on the Internet but want to get down as a way to work through them and I have actually been using it. So last night after Oprah I went to bed and was writing in said journal and I decided to write about something I was grateful for. I decided that something would be my cats. Their unconditional love and warming of my cold feet in bed. As I am writing about my gratitude for my furry friends, one of them jumps on the bed and a wet drip of shit falls from his ass onto my bed. No fucking joke. The cat shit on my bed. I started to think of how ironic it was that as I am thanking him for being alive he is literally taking a shit on me. I was writing down those thoughts, when I realised, two things... one - I can type much faster than I can print and two - it's too bad no one will read about this because it's pretty fucking funny.

At that point I decided I would abandon that old premise of this blog which was basically to bitch about things and I would start to write about things that are happening to me which I can share with the world or perhaps only 3 people, whichever. So that one was for the blog. Hopefully there will be more to come. 

xo beans

Still such a silly little girl

What a difference a year makes or so the saying goes. So why doesn't a year make that much of a difference for me?

Let's break this down shall we?

Same:

Boyfriend
Unmarried Status
Childless Status
Dead End Job
Boss
Car

Different:

Moved out of apartment and back in with my mom (now we're moving backwards)
Various co-workers came and went

It would be almost the same breakdown for the past 5 years minus the living with my mother part. It's making me sad just writing this. I should stop.. I'm PMS-ing perhaps not a good time to delve into these feelings.

I hate those "why me??" people, I don't want to fall down that slippery slope of self pity, and I know why I am in this situation is because of me. Though it would be nice to progress at some point, after all like I said in my last post.. I'm fucking 30 for fucks sakes!

Welcome to December

Hello, my name is Aimée, I am 30 and I live with my Mom.

Failure.

I'm a failure. I have failed at blogging.  I can't blog about my life, I can't blog about movies.

I just can't blog.

Twitter or micro blogging really is more along my style.  A couple words here and there, nothing formal to it.

I like to say things like "OMG I smell bacon!"  and be done with it.

Oh well. I'll give it one more go.

OH MY GOD

Another round of layoff's.

They let go of Stanley!! Holy shat!!

I actually feel really bad. He's on vacation right now!

Insane.

I don't know what any of this means.. I think it may be time for me to step up around here, if I am given the chance.

But for this blog.. can it survive without Stanley?? Wow. I don't know??

xo

Beans

If bad things happen in 3's....

What do good things happen in?

Because a lot of good things have been happening lately and I am scared someone is going to burst my good times bubble soon and a flood on poop is going to pour on my head.

The Good List:

1. I am going to Vegas in 9 days.. the trip was changed twice and touch and go for a while there but it got sorted out, it's paid for and I leave on next Thursday.
2. Telly Tubby is leaving the company.  Their last day is this Thursday.
3. Stanley is on vacation all this week
4. I finally did my taxes after being behind a couple years and I am getting almost 2k back
5. I really needed that money.
6. After a 3 month foray into being a brunette, I went and got my hair done blonde again and it looks good! It's not orange or green or gray at all!

That's all I can think of right now..  but all really good things for me.

There have been a few shitty things lately but they aren't even worth the breath or thought to write or talk about.  I have been doing a lot better at being a genuinely positive person lately I think.

Please universe, don't poop on me!!

xo

Beans

Free thinking

Listening to Stanley compare himself to Einstein because of his ideas being considered radical.

Yeah and I am Stephen Hawking.

Strange

I wrote the last post at about 1:30am on Monday night but didn't publish as I was trying to fix the hyperlink.

Usually it shows the date when you save it not when you publish it finally.

I wouldn't normally count not sleeping at 10:24am to be insomnia. :)

Anyways.. might as well talk about some more things since I am here.

Stanley actually is not becoming a break-dancer, he mistook break dancing for martial arts. He now wants to become a "Ninja".

He brings me so much joy.

With that said I think I may stop talking about him on here. In a strange twist of events, he has actually become a close ally here at work and I also wanted to try to make this blog a little more personal, posting pictures and stuff. Though likely, he will just piss me off and continue being ridiculous and I will have to write about it.

Only time will tell.