Wow, that last post got a lot of comments. Mostly #nanog, I'm guessing. It's funny how people that hate me so much can't seem to get enough of my blog. I guess I'm an easy target for idle IRC hate.
I had a job interview Friday. I wasn't even looking for a job; the opportunity just fell into my lap. I seem to have fairly good luck on the job front. This looks a lot better for me than the job at ISS. UNIX admin again, uNF. We'll see. I should know how it went by Monday. I'm feeling fairly confident about it. Mike said I rocked the interview.
Mike and I went to the Build-A-Bear workshop today. He helped me build a bear that I'll be sure to post pictures of later. We walked in and picked out a really soft butterscotch-colored bear, then approached the stuffers to get it properly filled out. They had this dorky heart ceremony I had to go through, where I had to tap the bear's heart (which I picked out) 5 times to make it beat, and give it a kiss for love. After being verbally intimidated by the Helper chick that was leading us though the ceremony and I, Mike gave in and picked out a heart as well. I saw him hurry and give it a kiss before shoving it into the bear. The thought still makes me giggle. He looked so uncomfortable, and he was obviously hoping no one saw him give it a kiss. They sewed the hole for the hearts up, and I picked out an adorable angel costume and glittery shoes for the bear. Then we went to the computer station and filled out a birth certificate, naming her Angelina, after Angelina Jolie. It was one of the sweetest things any guy has ever done for me. Now I can cuddle with the bear the nights we aren't together and think of him. :)
I hope all my readers had a good holiday weekend. As for myself, it went fairly well. I spent Thanksgiving with Mike at his parents house.
Other than a slight altercation with his sister, it went fine. I'm not sure what her problem is. Mike thinks she's jealous of me. Apparently she's always acted this way with his girlfriends. After what I went through with Chad's parents and siblings though...family is always really hard for me. Trying to gain their acceptance is a huge thing, so I was devestated that she could be so cruel when I read this. Fortunately, I wasn't at my laptop when she sent it, so I didn't see it until the day after Thanksgiving. We actually weren't running late at all. We got there an hour before we said we'd be there. Mike does have a serious problem with sticking to a schedule, but it's hardly my fault. If I can't get him to be on time for things with me, how should she expect me to get him to change for them?
4:10 PM
Rachel: randi...please dont hold up my holiday plans or my thanksgiving
Rachel: i dont appreciate either of you or michaels poor planning
Rachel: none of us do
Rachel: ok i highly dont appreciate it...that is so grounds for me not liking you at all.....you are taking my brother away from my family time....you get to see him all the fucking time
Rachel: i never get to see him
4:15 PM
Rachel: and when i do...its never his damn fault that hes late...all he does is blame us or say that you forgot a pair of fucking pants
Rachel: both of you grow up and learn to be on time
5:20 PM
Rachel: ok sorry for being mean
Rachel: sorry sorry
Rachel: being hungry does that to you
Rachel: along with pms
Rachel: so....yes i do appologize
Rachel: so...sorry again....
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