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  <title>Efthemia</title>
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    <name>Efthemia</name>
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    <title>December Frenzy</title>
    <published>2009-12-10T17:05:12Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-10T17:05:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well, December is upon us, and my life is offically super busy now.  My mom, dad, and sister all have birthdays this month.  Also my best friend growing up, her birthday is the 22nd.  That is not including my boyfriend's family, who also have birthdays this month.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after paying the bills, the rest of my money goes to food and presents.  Please don't ask to borrow money, as I will be broke until January 2nd! ;)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is turning 72 this Saturday, and I am throwing him a surprise birthday party, and inviting all his Greek friends.  My mom and him know that they are coming over to my house for dinner Saturday night, but don't know about all the friends.  I can't wait!!  They keep telling me not to make a lot of food for dinner, and it's really hard not to laugh when they say that.  I just say okay, don't worry!  Heehee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really glad that I got all my Christmas decorations up the other day.  That takes a little pressure off the holidays.  Now, all I have to worry about is buying presents, and wrapping.  I know that my cat would like ribbon this year, so that's no problem.  But for everyone else???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I accidentally threw away my camera charger a few weeks ago.  I thought it was my old charger from the camera that got soaked while I was in Disneyland.  So, I just thought, well I have a different brand camera, and this won't work with my new camera....stupid me, it was the new charger.  So, I emergency ordered another one from Amazon.com.  I love Jeff Bezos, thanks for creating Amazon greek dude!!  It should be here today or tomorrow.  Just in time for dad's birthday party.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now, gonna get ready for work.</content>
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    <title>I'm bored....</title>
    <published>2009-11-28T22:48:23Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-28T22:48:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I find that sitting here at home, I am so completely bored out of my mind.  I can't relax because I'm about to start work at 3:30pm, and I don't want to leave the house a whole hour early.  There's nothing of interest on TV, and I've surfed the internet for the last hour and a half.  I'm all dressed, and make-up'ed on...just hanging out with my cat Zoe.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my Thanksgiving was great!  Nick (boyfriend) came over and also made tur-duck-en. Which is a chicken breast wrapped in duck breast and then wrapped in turkey.  He also chose to wrap that whole thing in bacon, and BBQ outside while I made a 17lb turkey inside.  Everything else, like stuffing, sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes, etc. turned out fabulous.  Nick's mom and step-dad came over and my parents and sister were also over, so that was 7 of us total.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I watched an all-day marathon of "Say Yes to the Dress" on the TLC channel.  It was highly addictive show to watch.  It's about potential brides who are in search of the perfect dress for their wedding.  Some ladies were hopeless, and some were bridezillas.  A few people brought a large group of people to help judge which dress looked the best, but it usually ended up in chaos!!  I think that's what I watched most of the other day.  Just tried to relax after a long few days of work prior to Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much all the updating in my life these days.  Other than that, it's just home relaxing!  I still have 15 minutes to kill, maybe I'll look at the E! Channel to see if there's any entertainment news.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:effiest:5934</id>
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    <title>My Toe</title>
    <published>2009-09-26T07:16:35Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-26T07:16:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, I broke my pinkie toe on Monday night. Good job me! And I've had the whole week off to recoup. I went to the doctor's to check up on my toe's progress, and my doctor tells me I should really wait about 5 to 6 weeks before I go back to work. WTF? Really? I said no thanks, and told her to write me my note to get back to work on Sunday. Now, I'm just nervous about keeping my shoe on so long. 8 hours is a while to be standing anyway, but shoving into a constricting tennis shoe that long will suck! Anyway, just wanted to share that!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:effiest:5702</id>
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    <title>Living with a maniac!</title>
    <published>2009-09-15T05:59:58Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-15T05:59:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, I went grocery shopping tonight with my sister, whom I live with.I made a shopping list of dinners to make this week to help us budget, and she agreed it would be a good idea. Well, everything went fine, until we got to the checkout line. She asked me if I wanted to bag, and I declined offerring to pay instead. I thought everything was okay until I noticed she looked overwhelemed by all the groceries still needing to be bagged. She works at Mill Creek Central Market, and knows how to bag. I went over to help, and she just got really huffy with me. After we left the checkstand, she gave me the annoyed silent treatment. I was a little hurt by the ungratefulness. I asked her what was wrong, and she irritatedly responded, nothing,I had to work today, and my back hurts! Seriously, did she just say that to me? Like I don't work? And my freakin' back doesn't ache? Geez! It's just another crazy mood swing that I've been enduring since living with her in my home. This type of thing makes me want to kick her out, but my common sense kicks in, and I can't afford to pay the mortgage alone. Ugh, this stupid economy! Just had to get that off my chest!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:effiest:5385</id>
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    <title>Why does it seem like life is so busy?</title>
    <published>2009-04-18T04:50:44Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-18T04:50:44Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Lady GaGa-Poker Face</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Geez!!  I have been feeling like I cannot keep up lately.  I don't feel as though I have a lot on my plate, but just that time is going by faster than I can keep up.  I wish that sometimes I could have a few more hours in the day just to be able to really and truely relax.  Instead, I find that it is now 9:47pm on Friday night, and I am telling myself that I need to get to bed soon, or I'll be tired through Saturday's shift.  I only got to watch a movie-Sweeny Todd, and ate dinner, and balanced my checkbook this evening.  I would like to accomplish more, but I am too tired to move from the chair sometimes.  Well, that's all for now.  Will write again soon!!!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:effiest:5238</id>
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    <title>Panic Attacks!</title>
    <published>2009-03-06T04:47:43Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-06T04:47:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well, it's been a long time since I could sit and write something. For approximately a week, I've been having small panic attacks. This evening, I have a full blown one and I had to take a Xanax to calm down. My chest was so tight, I was having trouble breathing. This sucks! The last time I had a panic attack was almost 2 years ago. I think that this was brought on by seeing my ex-father in-law last week. I hadn't seen him in over 5 years and there was never a good relationship with him. We didn't speak, but seeing him flooded back all the horrible times I had when I was married. It just sucks, because it seems like all the work I put into helping myself get through it, just went to waste. I feel almost like I have to start over again, and tell myself to calm down and there is really nothing wrong.</content>
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    <title>Happy!</title>
    <published>2009-01-13T16:44:47Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-13T16:44:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">A lot has happened since the last time that I wrote.  I've been busy making changes in my life.  I've met this wonderful person, and everything that I was feeling before about the let downs and angry feelings, he's just melted away.  It's so weird for me to say that someone has changed my life that much in such a short period of time, but he really has.  I've never met anyone that I've clicked with so much. Not just things that we like, but just personality wise, he thinks the way that I do, and has the same values that I do, and wants the best out of life.  I'm just really happy right now, and I want it to be long-lasting.  So, that's where I'm at...other than that, I've just been working and coming home and sleeping.  Pretty boring!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:effiest:4728</id>
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    <title>effiest @ 2008-12-21T08:25:00</title>
    <published>2008-12-21T16:43:12Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-21T16:43:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I really don't think that I'm cut out for dating.  As you may or may not know I was married about 4...no 5 years ago.  Now I'm divorced, and then I saw a few people after waiting a while to heal from the ugly mess.  I was in a 2 year relationship with a control freak, and now that I've tried to get back out there, people are just weird.  There are people who lie, who are texting me right next to their girlfriend...people who just won't pick up the phone because they're afraid of what's on the other end...and then just the users who just want sex, but don't tell you that up front.  What the hell is wrong with people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel hurt by all these people.  It's kind of ironic, because each and every one of these people knew about what I went through in getting divorced, and they chose not to respect that or me.  So, I guess that it's good that I know that about them, but why can't these horrible people just walk away instead of just continuing the false front?  I feel discouraged about society in general these days.  It's hard to focus on the good, when everyone you're seeing is just not!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I need counseling after seeing all these people.  Either that, or stronger medication!  :)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:effiest:4506</id>
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    <title>What the F*CK!</title>
    <published>2008-11-23T06:17:41Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-23T06:18:25Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Angry Silence</lj:music>
    <content type="html">God damned this shit fuck crap!  What the fuck is wrong with **** his face?  I feel a bit irritated about a guy that I was flirting with.  Ah, he was with his GIRLFRIEND while he was texting me tonight!  Then, he continues to text me, telling me what an idiot he was being.  I sure the hell hope he know what a GOD DAMNED idiot stupid fuck he was being.  Who does that?  REALLY?  Right next to their girlfriend?  I texted him back telling him what an idiot he was currently being for texting me while he was next to his girlfriend....who must be BLIND as a BAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to whoever attempts to read this, I can only imagine how chopped up this must read, but I can't really gather myself enough to put it into a coherent paragraph.  This is what happends to me when I get irrate!  I'll cool down at some point this evening, but FUCK!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:effiest:4318</id>
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    <title>Gosh, it's been two weeks?</title>
    <published>2008-11-12T07:28:55Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-12T07:28:55Z</updated>
    <lj:music>My cat singing her cat song.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I guess that I haven't posted anything in two weeks.  Time seems to go by quickly when you have your head down working.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have generally been going well.  Every now and then things have been getting to me.  Like things that people say, sometimes I think about it too much or wonder why someone would say something like that to me.  It actually happened to me today before I left work.  I feel kind of hurt, like why isn't that person responsible for his remarks that same way I am?  I kept replaying it over and over again in my mind, and I drove home in silence thinking about it.  I finally just let it go, and hopefully have not just internalized it.  I don't think that I have, but the danger for me is that I am not fully conscious of when I do that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking a few days of vacation to relax and recoup before the holidays fall upon us all.  I am going to a spa in Winthrop, WA for an overnight stay.  I hope that it will do the trick!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I made homemade Tiramisu...from an authentic Italian recipe.  Damn, it was good!  It's my dad's favorite cake, and I'm testing it out on him tomorrow so that I can make it again in December for his birthday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had dinner with my friend Jimmy the other night.  It was so much fun!  We talked and had some good food, and oh yes, I am also his wife.  That was too cute!!!  I love you Jimmy!!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel better knowing that I won't have to be at work for at least another four days.  I think that I just need a break, even if it's just a few days.</content>
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    <title>not enough time for myself.....</title>
    <published>2008-10-15T06:36:28Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-15T06:36:28Z</updated>
    <lj:music>just the TV in the background</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Do you ever have a day off of work, and not seem to do anything you wanted? That happened to me today, although I enjoyed myself, I found myself helping my family. I don't mind because I love my family, I just wanted to relax and veg out on the couch without interruptions! I did however, manage to clean out my closet and dresser of all the clothes that I don't wear or fit into anymore. Tomorrow morning, I am planning on driving it to a battered womens' shelter. I have three large garbage bags full of winter clothes and hats with scarfs and gloves. I feel better knowing that someone will benefit from having them. So, that was my day. Nothing much to report on! I think that's good?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:effiest:3535</id>
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    <title>W.G.</title>
    <published>2008-10-05T05:16:42Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-05T05:16:42Z</updated>
    <lj:music>George Michael- You Have Been Loved</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I wanted to start out by saying that I've know W.G. for over 10 years now.  She and I met in college when we were freshman.  She was sweet and kind, and had quite a few of the same interests as me, so she was easy to be friends with.  As I went through my life, past college, we were still friends, and helped each other thorough the good times and the bad.  She came and got me out of bed, and took me to see the doctor when I had my divorce breakdown.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I just don't really enjoy much about her.  She is completly not the same person that I knew 10 years ago.  I know that people change and grow differently, but it's like I really don't recognize who she is anymore.  I find myself calling her or answering her phone calls to hang out, and by the time we begin to hang out, I was already wishing that it was over.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the core issue for me, is that she is just plain rude to people.  She likes to test her limits...much like a little child does, only she does it all the time.  For example, the week I hosted a dinner party at my home, and she saw that a guest of mine was offering to pour coffee and took him up on the offer.  That was fine, because he was offering, but then, just when he was about to sit down and enjoy his own cup of coffee, she asked if he was still "providing coffee service" because her cup was nearly empty.  She was snickering because she was testing his kindness.  I thought it was completly rude, especially since her boyfriend was sitting right next to the table where the coffee was.  She just does stupid shit like this a lot lately, and it bothers me because her behavior is a reflection on myself and who I associate with.  I don't want people to think that I find that type of behavior acceptable....because I do not!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh...I feel much better identifying what it is exactly that is bothering me.  Now, I must find a solution, someway of conveying this to her, so she is aware that this bothers me.  There's the tricky part!</content>
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    <title>Today was a good day...kinda.</title>
    <published>2008-09-30T03:27:42Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-30T03:27:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It was such a beautiful day, and I didn't even have to work today!  I went to the place where I was going to purchase the sectional sofa that I've been looking at.  Guess what? They were out, and there are two more being ordered for next week sometime.  That was the only thing that messed up my day, and it wasn't even that big of a deal.  I just want something downstairs where I can sit and watch movies comfortably.  Right now, my sister and I have these cute chairs that do the job, but not recommended for a prolonged period of time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made myself lunch this afternoon and sat outside on my deck enjoying the sunshine.  My tomatoes are finally turning orange, which means they are close to ripening.  My efforts didn't go to waste this summer!  I fixed a few things around the house that had been annoying me, like the toilet paper dispenser downstairs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my day, sunshine and fixing!</content>
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    <title>Finding some happiness</title>
    <published>2008-09-27T16:41:18Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-27T16:41:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Lately, I've been a bit up and down.  I have been working on figuring things out.  It's been easier to talk about my divorce to people, and what went wrong.  It's been easier to talk about the good times that I had when I was with my ex-husband (although there weren't too many).  There was a reason I got married, but most importantly, it's been easier for me to accept the fact that I made a mistake.  I had dated a few people here and there, but I don't think that I've been emotionally ready to take on a new relationship.  I have had some trust issues because of the failure of my marriage.  It's very hard for me to take things at face value. Somewhere, in the back of my mind, I am thinking that this person is going to screw me, and that is not fair.  It's not a healthy way to live, and not healthy to think that every single person I date will be untrustworthy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting to the point where I would like to move on in my life, and find someone to get married to again, and have children with.  I want to be fulfilled and live up to some sort of potential.  I see people with children and I wish I had my own.  I see married people together and the partnership that they have, and want that for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty content right now, I have a home, a car, good friends, and great family.  I feel like I am missing a piece of the puzzle to my life (the great husband).  I know that it will eventually happen, but I just feel impatient sometimes.  I want something, and I usually go out and get it, but I feel sort of weird going out to go get a husband.  Relationships and trust take quite a while to build up, and that's not something that I want to rush, not matter how I feel about wanting a husband and children.</content>
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    <title>I don't know how I feel.....</title>
    <published>2008-09-24T06:40:44Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-24T06:40:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I worked today, and while I was working I had a lot of time to think about my life and all the things that have happened to me. I am really talking about the last five years in my life. I got married, divorced, bought a home, had a serious relationship of two years come to an end, have my sister move into my home. I've been through quite a bit, and I'm not sure how I feel about all of it. I guess I've been going and going, that I haven't had the time to really process the way I feel about myself. I think that I'm scared about having a breakdown again. When I was going through my divorce I couldn't get out of bed, and had to be taken to the doctor. It was a dark time in my life that I don't want to repeat, but I know that I need to process the stuff that I've been thinking about.</content>
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    <title>The Greek Festival</title>
    <published>2008-09-22T19:26:05Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-22T19:26:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I had fun the other day.  I worked in the morning, and then went home and changed and picked up some friends and went to the Greek Festival.  You have to understand that going to the Greek Festival isn't that exciting for me.  I've seen it all before, and I attend church at St. Demetrios where the festival is held every year, but I actually had a good time this year.  The friends that I went with were really good company, and we had some really good food too!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://12sailingreece.com/greek%20flag.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I'm proud to be Greek!</content>
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    <title>what is going on?</title>
    <published>2008-09-18T22:42:26Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-18T22:42:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, here I go again. My friend White Grace and I were supposed to get together today, and what does she do? Cancel, because she's got to go home and sleep. Are you kidding me? She knew that I wanted to hang out because of my crappy weekend. What the hell ever! Obviously, I don't need to waste my time thinking that we are ever going to hang out. I hate being so negative, usually I'm not. But lately, I feel like the people that I've kept the closest are the people that are causing me the most angst.</content>
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    <title>I feel like it's Monday!</title>
    <published>2008-09-11T03:46:50Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-11T03:46:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ahhhhhh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a pretty hectic day today.&amp;nbsp; I woke up today at about 7:30am (that's sleeping in for me) and found it to be a little cold in my home.&amp;nbsp; So, I turned on the thermostat to 70 degrees to warm myself and my sister up.&amp;nbsp; My home usually heats up after a few minutes so I turned it off for the rest of the day.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, last night, I hung out with my best friend Grace (white Grace) and we came back to my house and wanted to download so pictures from the Willie Nelson concert that we went to a few weeks back.&amp;nbsp; I went to go plug in the cartridge from the camera to my printer, and gasp, it fell through into the wrong slot and got lost inside the printer!!!!&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;immediately went into action, and unplugged the cables from the back and lifted the printer and shook it hoping the cartridge would drop out.&amp;nbsp; Do you think it did?? NO!&amp;nbsp; All the while, Grace is just shaking her head at me laughing.&amp;nbsp; That's when&amp;nbsp;I mention to her, that it's not my printer, it's my sister's.&amp;nbsp; As I'm shaking the printer a little more, I hear this pop and then a loose piece flies out at me, causing a near fatal wound to my eye.&amp;nbsp; Grace immediately tells me that she's going to get going so that my sister doesn't think she had anything to do with this.&amp;nbsp; Figures, no help when you really need it.&amp;nbsp; So, it's broken.&amp;nbsp; I plug it back in, and wait for my sister to come home and tell her the bad news.&amp;nbsp; She returns home and is in a great mood after finding some Halloween crafting things at Jo-Ann Fabrics.&amp;nbsp; After she's done telling me her stories, I break it to her.&amp;nbsp; She responded by telling me she was going to take a look at it herself and see if she can fix it.&amp;nbsp; Well, it took about 5 minutes of checking for her to realize it was not able to be repaired.&amp;nbsp; I told her that I would replace it the next day, to where we come in today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and I started out our day looking for a couch downstairs; since&amp;nbsp;it's empty downstairs.&amp;nbsp; That's where my movie&amp;nbsp;watching generally takes place.&amp;nbsp; I have a projector&amp;nbsp;down there with a screen.&amp;nbsp; Anyway....I see some stuff, but it's all&amp;nbsp;white,&amp;nbsp;and I just&amp;nbsp;think of how I would probably spill my soda while watching my movie, and the whole idea just seems like an accident&amp;nbsp;waiting to happen.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Then, we went to Costco where I am intent of finding a replacement printer for my sister under $100.&amp;nbsp; Well, I found one for $129, so I settled on it and we went on&amp;nbsp;our way.&amp;nbsp; That was probably&amp;nbsp;the easiest part of my day.&amp;nbsp; I did a couple of more errands, then&amp;nbsp;my sister and I got hungry&amp;nbsp;for&amp;nbsp;lunch.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;asked where she wanted to go....she wanted Taco Bell.....YUCK!&amp;nbsp; I complied, because I chose last&amp;nbsp;time.&amp;nbsp; I ordered off the vegetarian section of the menu and settled for a&amp;nbsp;veggie bean burrito.&amp;nbsp; I felt pretty full after I ate that, and&amp;nbsp;that&amp;nbsp;satisfied my Taco Bell urge for another&amp;nbsp;5 years!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White Grace asks me if I can pick&amp;nbsp;her up from work and take her home.&amp;nbsp; I say of course, since her work is only 3 minutes from my house.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She's been acting pretty funny the last few times that we've hung out.&amp;nbsp; She and I have&amp;nbsp;know each&amp;nbsp;other for 10 years now, so&amp;nbsp;I can tell when something's up.&amp;nbsp; I feel like she doesn't always tell&amp;nbsp;me the entire&amp;nbsp;truth about stuff, or she's holding back.&amp;nbsp; She gets a little jealous when&amp;nbsp;I talk about Asian Grace from work and how we've also hung out.&amp;nbsp; She tells me that she is the only Grace that I ever need to know, and I just shrug it off, and don't let it get to me.&amp;nbsp; But, today, she really kind of irritated me.&amp;nbsp; A.G. called me this afternoon while I was driving with W.G. (following me??) Well, that sent W.G. into a rage, and she actually hit me in the collar bone with some mail she was holding while I&amp;nbsp;was driving.&amp;nbsp; I looked at her mid-sentence and asked her what the fuck she was doing?&amp;nbsp; I was like, do you realize that I'm driving right now?&amp;nbsp; A.G. was a little confused, I told her I'd call her later and explain what happened.&amp;nbsp; I dropped W.G. off at home, and helped her inside with her stuff, and she hugged me, but I didn't hug her because&amp;nbsp;I was kind of irritated with her, and what she did, and how she reacted when&amp;nbsp;A.G. was on the phone.&amp;nbsp; I never react like that when she talks to her other friends, nor have I ever hit her.&amp;nbsp; I don't really enjoy being hit....and I'm sure no one else does either....but&amp;nbsp;it's like her behavior is evolving into this, and I don't like it.&amp;nbsp; I don't think that I'm going to be hanging out with her, or doing her any more favors for a long time.&amp;nbsp; I actually feel pretty hurt (in my heart) right now.&amp;nbsp; It's kind of insulting, when you're friend of 10 years decides to sideswipe you across the chest.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that I'll think through it some more.&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>Sometimes it feels like my head is spinning....</title>
    <published>2008-09-06T04:31:39Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-06T04:31:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ahhh, what&amp;nbsp;a day.&amp;nbsp; Back&amp;nbsp; to work after a few days off.&amp;nbsp; It felt like today went by pretty quickly.&amp;nbsp; I've had quite a bit on my mind lately.&amp;nbsp; This whole guy thing, taking care of my yard....I want to get some beauty bark and mulch some of my stuff that will be dormant through the fall and winter, hanging out with friends, and then finding time to rest and relax.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole guy thing is just making me feel sad.&amp;nbsp; I guess that sometimes I feel lonely, but&amp;nbsp;I don't want to mistake that for needing to be with someone who does not appreciate me, or can't see that right in front of their face!&amp;nbsp; I just need some time to feel like I&amp;nbsp;just don't care what anyone thinks.&amp;nbsp; Things that people say to me sometimes really stick with me, and I process it over and over again, like what did that person mean when they said that?&amp;nbsp; Or was there some hidden meaning behind that?&amp;nbsp; I think that sometimes I just read too much into things.&amp;nbsp; I'm trying to work on that and get better about letting personal stuff slide off my back.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never really had too much difficulty dealing with that while I'm working.&amp;nbsp; I get the occasional smart-ass comments or the really pissy customers that you just cannot make happy.&amp;nbsp; But,&amp;nbsp;I feel like over the years, nothing surprises me anymore, and I actually enjoy people getting really worked up over FOOD!&amp;nbsp; I've pretty much learned to go with the flow on those people.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my yard!&amp;nbsp; I've got about 2/3 the way done cutting down stuff that is starting to decompose.&amp;nbsp; I borrowed my mom's hedge trimmer, and I absolutely love it!&amp;nbsp; Although, it is pretty dangerous to use, and it is quite likely that one could get one's fingers cut or caught up while trimming.&amp;nbsp; My dad actually did it last year, and&amp;nbsp;I was pretty upset that he didn't tell me until right before I borrowed it.&amp;nbsp; I hope that the remaining fruits that I have in my backyard finally ripen.&amp;nbsp; The sun has been out this week and I am anxious to chop things down!!!&amp;nbsp; Being in the yard is pretty relaxing to me.&amp;nbsp; It's where I do quite of bit of catching up with myself, and mull over my feelings.&amp;nbsp; Judging by the chopping that has been going on, one might think that I've been doing a lot of thinking!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managing my time has been kind of waring on my lately.&amp;nbsp; A few times I've felt like I've cheated myself in hanging out with friends and not relaxing.&amp;nbsp; Other times, I'm really glad that I forced myself to go out and have a good time.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately, I don't really know until I'm already out, which way I feel.&amp;nbsp; Tonight, I came&amp;nbsp;home from work, and&amp;nbsp;took a shower, then cooked dinner,&amp;nbsp;and then my&amp;nbsp;sister wanted to go out somewhere, but&amp;nbsp;didn't have anything in mind.&amp;nbsp; At first, I was like NO because my tummy was full from the awesome dinner I made (ricotta stuffed chicken with marinara sauce and pasta and garlic bread).&amp;nbsp; Then, I thought, well, maybe because&amp;nbsp;I know that my sister&amp;nbsp;doesn't always get to&amp;nbsp;go out.&amp;nbsp; Then, I sat down&amp;nbsp;on the couch and it&amp;nbsp;was a definete&amp;nbsp;NO!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I realized that while I wanted to&amp;nbsp;go out, my&amp;nbsp;body needed to rest waaaaaay more.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,&amp;nbsp;I'm going to&amp;nbsp;try and rest and watch some&amp;nbsp;TV before I go to bed.&amp;nbsp; Later!&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>I hate/love Gene Juarez....</title>
    <published>2008-09-04T03:26:46Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-04T03:26:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so this morning I was supposed to get a wonderfully relaxing massage.&amp;nbsp; I made the appointment last night for today.&amp;nbsp; So, I showed up about 5-10 minutes prior to my appointment (just like they ask you to) and the girl at the desk can't find my appointment.&amp;nbsp; She also goes on to say that the person that I was scheduled with doesn't come in until later that afternoon.&amp;nbsp; Okay so?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without even apologizing for the mess up, the girl behind the counter asks me for my first and last name to reschedule my appointment.&amp;nbsp; So, I get that she was trying to fix what had happened, but a simple &amp;quot;I'm sorry for the mistake, or I apologize&amp;quot; would have been nice.&amp;nbsp; She reschedules me for noon instead with someone else named Sage (obviously not her real name) why do people use fake names anyway?&amp;nbsp; So, I tentatively agreed to this reschedule because I really want to get a back massage, and I am trying to relax and have a good day.&amp;nbsp; I go around the shopping mall because what better way to blow off some steam then spend your money?!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was steaming still about the no apology, but trying to let it go.&amp;nbsp; I walked around for about an hour, and only purchased one item at Nordstrom that I really liked, and it didn't cost me an arm and a leg.&amp;nbsp; Just a cute necklace that I saw with a heart.&amp;nbsp; I noticed that it was getting closer to noon, and I didn't want to take the item that I bought with me to the salon-with the luck I was having so far, it would've been stolen.&amp;nbsp; I took it out to my car, and locked it away, then went back in.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked into the salon, and stand in line to be checked in, where this woman just cuts right in front of me!&amp;nbsp; I don't say anything because I am trying to have a good day, and forcing myself to deal with the situation at hand.&amp;nbsp; I get checked in, and the girl at the desk takes me back to the &amp;quot;spa&amp;quot; area where she gets me some water and shows me where I can put my robe on.&amp;nbsp; I do all of the above, and sit down to read a magazine.&amp;nbsp; As I'm sitting down and reading, I start to feel like it's taking forever, and then the lady that is supposed to be doing massage comes out of her room, and tells me that she's running about 10-15 minutes behind.&amp;nbsp; I don't say anything, but I'm thinking &lt;strong&gt;WHAT&amp;nbsp;THE&amp;nbsp;FUCK&lt;/strong&gt;!&amp;nbsp; How many things can go wrong to get a simple fuckin' massage?&amp;nbsp; So, I&amp;nbsp;wait about another 10-15 minutes, and my masseuse comes out and says she's ready.&amp;nbsp; She apologized for being behind and hoped it wasn't an inconvenience.&amp;nbsp; I laughed, and told her the whole story in good spirits-because it is pretty funny, and it made me feel better.&amp;nbsp; I decided to let it go, and proceeded to get my back massage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This woman gave me the BEST&amp;nbsp;back massage I've ever had in my entire life.&amp;nbsp; NO&amp;nbsp;JOKE!&amp;nbsp; I felt all my knots going away and felt so relaxed.&amp;nbsp; It just made up for the whole crappy experience that I had.&amp;nbsp; Ahhhh, I love/hate Gene Juarez!</content>
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    <title>Feeling a little better...</title>
    <published>2008-09-03T17:30:45Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-03T17:30:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I woke up this morning, and noticed what a beautiful day it is outside.&amp;nbsp; I stepped out to move my car so that my sister could get out and go to work, and the fresh air just made me feel like everything was going to be okay today.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to go and get a massage at 11:30am at Gene Juarez.&amp;nbsp; I'm not too much of a fan of their salon, I think that the prices are excessive.&amp;nbsp; Oh well, today I'm treating myself and I'm gonna have a good day.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kitty cat Zoe is sleeping on my bed right now.&amp;nbsp; I just love her so much!&amp;nbsp; She's such a good cat, doesn't get into things she's not supposed to, doesn't scratch furniture or jump on tables, etc.&amp;nbsp; I clipped her nails last night and she did such a good job, she only whinned a little at the end.&amp;nbsp; That was expected since I'm holding her against her will.&amp;nbsp; I gave her some treats and she was fine.&amp;nbsp; I'll probably give her a bath when I get home later this afternoon.&amp;nbsp; I'll have to post a picture when&amp;nbsp;I get time later today.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, got to get ready for my massage!</content>
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