Monday, March 31, 2008 


I feel as if I need to post an addendum to my last entry. I kinda felt like a huge bitch. I think the problem is I'm really scared our relationship will change with Baloo leaving. He says that he has no intention to start dating anyone else, but something just feels weird. I'm really excited for his new opportunity. He's figured that he'll probably be leaving in about three weeks. So I have three weeks of next door neighbor booty calls. I'm trying to stay positive, but deep down I'm a selfish person and I keep thinking of how this will affect me. (Hey, at least I'm honest!) I've told him several times that I'm very proud of him. And I mean it. I'm just hoping that it doesn't mean that we'll end up broken up or something. Plus, I'm all hormonal right now so that's not helping anything at all.

Baloo also mentioned that he's thinking of subletting or taking out a short term lease initially just in case he decides that he wants to go back to school. I guess that's smart. And it makes me think that he's open to different things. I've already told him that I plan to go overseas after I get my degree and that he's always welcome to join me. We'll see where this goes.

There. I don't feel like quite the bitch anymore.


Sunday, March 30, 2008 


Baloo finally got a job. Well, he got a job offer. I'm elated, sad, and a bit frustrated. Let's get to elated first.

Baloo will be moving to Ann Arbor to work as a tree hugger. I'm excited because I'll have an excuse (and a place to pass out) to go to Ann Arbor periodically. For those who don't know, AA is a very progressive, liberal town. The University of Michigan is located there (a state school that has the credentials of a private school) and there's a lot of things to do. It's only an hour away, so I figure I could visit a least twice a month.

I'm sad because Baloo will be moving away. I've grown accustomed to him being next door to me. For over a year he's been my boyfriend who lives next door. This makes him accessible to shovel my driveway when we get a heavy snow during the day, and preheat the oven when I'm on my way home and I need to cook. This has also proven helpful when I've forgotten my wallet at home and need him to run it to me at work. So really, he's my errand boy.

I'm frustrated because even though he will now be employed full time, he still won't be making much money. He'll be making the same amount I was making when I first entered the full time working world 5 years ago. And in all reality, I guess he can make it work. I did. I lived alone and paid my bills. However, I did live in low income housing...but that's another story for another day!

I like the fact that I can confess things on the blog. For example this morning. I remarked that I saw a food processor at Target this weekend for $40. Granted, it's not a Cuisinart, but I can't afford a Cuisinart right now. So Baloo suggested that his mother upgrade to a new Cuisinart and we can take the old one. I didn't like what he was implying. Instead of continually getting the hand me downs of parents, why not, I don't know, make enough money to buy something you want. Or make do with a lesser model until you can afford the good stuff. I hate how much a leach he is on his parents.

And that brings us to India. (You can tell I'm on a roll, right?) Baloo's Indian friend invited him to India this summer to attend his friend's sister's wedding. OMG! I was so stoked! A free place to stay in a land I've never visited? Sign me up! I checked online for some quick and dirty research this morning and saw that a single ticket would be upwards of $2K. Ok. I thought. I'll get my tax return back soon. Instead of buying that Ethan Allen furniture that I want, I could save my pennies and my tax return and hold out on the furniture. It's not like the furniture I have can't last me another year. Baloo on the other hand basically looked at the price and wasn't too encouraged. I feel really selfish. I really want to go to India and I'd have no problem leaving him behind. Just because I'm better at saving money shouldn't mean I can't partake in this fantastic opportunity. Not only the chance to visit India, but a chance to partake in an Indian wedding. How awesome! In fact, none of me feels sad that he possibly won't be able to go. Hell, I asked him to come to reunion with me (~$100) and he still hasn't committed. I asked him this way back in December to give him enough time to come up with the funds. I have a feeling that he probably won't be showing up.

So there it is. I said it. I'm a huge bitch. I'm glad that Baloo got a job and I'm a little glad that he's moving away. I want him to know how much sacrifice it is to get up and work every single day and to make the money you earn go far enough to support you. I don't know where this will take our relationship. I guess only time will tell.

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Saturday, March 22, 2008 

Hello, Goodbye

Hey kids. Sorry I've been AWOL. Baloo and I got a dog! And now she's gone. Here's the story: Two weeks ago I went to David's Bridal to try on bridesmaid dresses for my Roomie's wedding. The size I normally wear was a tad to tight, so naturally, I flipped the fuck out! I was so disappointed. So, being the wonderful boyfriend Baloo is, he offered to take me to the petstore to look at kitties so they would make me happy. While there we met Layla who was up for adoption. I've never been one for adopting a dog. At least not now in my life. Since Baloo and I aren't living together, I knew the dog would be living with me full time. I also knew that I would be paying for the bulk of her since I make more money than Baloo. I wasn't too excited about the details, but I was willing to try it.

Layla was super sweet and nice and well behaved in the store, and everyone remarked on how cute she was. And really, all I want in life is that have my dog be the envy of all other dogs. So, I volunteered to foster Layla for two weeks. If we liked her, we could keep her, and if it didn't work, we could return her, no strings attached. To make the situation better, her former owners had surrendered her because they ran out of time to spend with her, and they brought us her crate and toys and food so she could have familiar things at my house. It really was a perfect situation.

So we returned Layla to Petsmart today. It was harder than we thought. Baloo and I decided that we're not ready for a dog. We had a fight about a week ago where I pointed out that I'm not his sugar mama nor his crutch. Just because I have the house and the yard and the money doesn't mean that 'we' should get a job. I really felt as if he was having all the fun and I had all the responsibility. But on the plus side, Baloo did start actively looking for a full time job. I think he realized that he couldn't have me take on all the responsibility, so he took it upon himself to find proper employment. He's still looking, but I was glad that he manned up.

So that's the story of Layla. It was a bit easier to give her up since she did puke a few times within the past week. And last night she decided to pee on the carpet. Something she hadn't done in all the time that we had her! But I did feel a little sad when I walked away from her at Petsmart. So, to make ourselves feel better, we did some preliminary shopping for new living room furniture and then ate some Mexican Food!
Hopefully I'll have more time to blog now that I no longer have a dog in my life.

Oh, and if you're considering adopting a dog (I'm so against folks who buy dogs) offer to foster them first. I know the shelter was happy to have us foster because it takes the dog off their hands for a while and you have an opportunity to spend time with the dog in your daily situations to know whether it's the right time or the right dog for you.

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Wednesday, March 05, 2008 

Michael Jackson Dance Party

I had a pretty rotten day today. Not so rotten that it brought me to tears, but it was challenging. I called every one of my speed dials (Even Daddy Kiki!) and no one answered the phone. So I turn to you, dear blogsphere, to complain.

Obviously I can't tell you details as it's about work. But I will say that I'm learning that I'm going ot have to be the bad guy at work. I'm going to have to tell people 'no.' And I certainly learned that today. I have to tell people who are very much so older than I am 'no.' I have to expect that no one checks their work and treat everyone with kid gloves. I have to MAKE people listen to me. But more importantly, I need to realize that I DO know what I'm talking about, and not let others make me doubt that.

So, since I had a bad day and no one will take my calls, I've decided to crack open a beer and have a Michael Jackson dance party in my living room. All are invited!


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