Okay, so it's been almost a week.....shoot me.

Today we finally sold our last PSP. Thank God.

Word to the wise, though; wherever you buy it from, take advantage of any type of protection or replacement plan that retailer may have. Nearly 12% of our first shipment has been returned by customers for the following reasons;

Burnt pixels
Blurry screen
Can't hold charge
Speaker blown
Directional buttons don't work
Scratched screen out of box

That's alot of shit to be had. Don't assume that because it's made in Japan that it's going to be golden and stay true the whole time you own it. If that were the case, I'd still have my first pc and Microslut would have never had to come out with new versions of Windows. Think about it.

Anyway, besides that event, I do have more to tell.

For the first time on at least 10 years, I set foot in a church on Easter Sunday.

It was fascinating and a bit scary as well. For rather obvious reasons, I'm not a church-going kind of gal; I can't support an institution that actively chooses to oppress friends who I love dearly. Oppression in any form isn't right.

It was weird watching all the people go by. Some looked at me like "Who's that?" or "What's she doing here?". Some saw me and turned away as if it was nothing. We were in Western Springs after all, and, it's about as white as it gets. The bf made it a point to state that the town itself is not racist, it's just that most minorities can't afford to live there. Then again, isn't denial of financial gain a racist institution in itself? Something to ponder.

Then the service itself began. As we entered the church, we were given pamphlets that informed us of the details of the service, including when to sit and stand. As a baptized Catholic, I was expecting to see "kneel" somewhere in the program as well. I tried not to snicker while I thought about the physical aspect of the service. Seriously.

Sit, stand, sit, stand, stand, sit, sit, sit, stand, stand. Put in "kneel" a few times and you have the Christian Workout Plan. Seriously.

But what got me was the version of the Lord's Prayer.

If you're Catholic, you probably know what I'm talking about. Here goes.

Our Father, Who art in Heaven
Hallowed be Thy Name
Thyne Kingdom come
Thyne will be done
On Earth as it is in Heaven
Give us this day our daily bread
And forgive us our debts
As we forgive our debtors
And lead us not into temptation
But deliver us from evil
For Thine is the Kingdom,
the Power and the Glory forever
Amen.

Debtors? What's that sh*t?

What happened to "trespasses"?

Breaking into my house is not a debt; it's a trespass.

Stealing my stuff in general is not a debt, it's a trespass.

Stealing the car, my food, my pc, my PS2, the teddy bear I've had since 3 or the bracelet my abuelita gave me is not a debt; it's a whoop-ass.

Hurt or kill anyone I love (that includes the bf and his family by default), that's not a debt; it's a sure-fire dead-ass.

Not debts, just bad words that end in "ass", as in the one who incurs the "debt".

I don't need a church downplaying the significance of my retailiatory "-ass" words, thank you.

I'm done with that now.

So, during the service, I had the pleasure of meeting the bf's grandmother (on his mom's side), and, after, we were joined by the grandfather, "ma" and "grandpop" as they preferred to be called (if I'm correct).

They had invited us to Easter Dinner over a week ago, so instead of driving all the way back to the bf's apartment, we simply drove over to their home. Very nice place, especially for a retirement community. We brought a pie that the bf made with a special ingredient that I had proposed. It was a peach pie with....red pepper. It may sound digusting, but, it was really good. The red pepper was sweet enough to work, and, gave the pie an "earthy" feel.

I ate well, with two servings of dinner. Hey, if I like the food, I always go back for seconds; I consider it a compliment.

After that, we went back to the bf's place to change and went off to his parent's for some final painting. The entire foyer, staircase and hallway upstairs along with the laundry room are done. That's alot of painting, even for two people. Nonetheless, it's done.

It's been back to the grinder since then. Eh, it happens.

Toodles for now.

With breakfast to still make, dishes to wash, a shower to take, laundry to dry and a bus to catch, I'll have to make this quick.

My life has been empty of time, hence my lack of being able to update this blog. Ick.

I celebrated my 32nd birthday without pomp or circumstance. The bf came over and made me a salmon steak with veggies. It was a great dinner.

The bf has found a job with Motorola thru a temp agency. He's still looking, folks. But, it's good that he has a job now.

My back is still bothering me, and, State Farm (the insurance company of the idiot that hit me) is looking to settle now. I'll have to call them and let them know that I'm still not completely healed. Fun stuff.

But, now the clothes are in the dryer, and, I need to get going here, so, I'll be back on tonight in more detail.

I get to go to work today and face all of those deperate idiots that want a PSP. Ugh.

It's a few days late......

I know, I know. Shoot me.

The bf is still job hunting. He needs to at least take a part-time job soon, or his savings will dry up. Me thinks that we'll be over at his parent's place painting for my birthday. How sexy.

I told my mom that I won't be renewing the lease for this year. The air between us is very tense right now, but, it will calm down in a few days.

She just got off the pc a few moments ago from hopping to a site to cancel her 401k contributions.I can't get worked up about it because she is choosing to not have a roommate. She'd rather live here alone with barely any food in the pantry or fridge simply to not have to live with her bf, or anybody else for that matter.

Our leases expire at the end of May. I'll have to sort out what will stay here and what will go with me temporarily, but, that's a bridge that I'll cross when I get to it.

Today was a day off, and, a good one. I didn't get out of bed until noon, and, I've done pretty much nothing the whole day. I'm lovin' it.

Finally, after an entire month, I had a session with my therapist. It's amazing how much weight I've taken on since our last session, some of which I didn't even know about. Seems as though I'm in a "true" relationship, as opposed to the other ones I've been in. The "truth" is in the distance. Since the bf is only a stone's throw away from me, this time around, I'm having to deal with problems and issues immediately, instead of having the time and distance away from the significant other, which would either distort or lessen the seriousness of the "problem" or "issue".

That'a alot of gobbly-gook that still needs more sorting. Ick.

There's a whole other part of "me" that hasn't been gotten to in any of my sessions, and, I'm not sure how to get there. It's easy to strip off layers like "I was molested when I was a kid" and "My parents were abusive". Shit like that rolls off your tongue after a while. It's almost as if you throw them out there like scars of war to brag about or a pathetic attempt at gaining sympathy.

There is something deeper and darker that lurks somewhere in me. I don't know what to call it, and, I don't know how to find it, but, I know it's there. The only way I can desribe it is that I'm trying to find the small machine inside of me that controls how I think and act because I want to fix it. I feel like it's parts are rusted and overworked; they need to be replaced. But I need to find it first.

Wow. I wasn't expecting that.

Anyway, I'm not sure if I've commented on this, but, the bf has decided to give me the keys to his car and his apartment. I certainly do consider that gesture to be an honor, and, in telling my therapist, this whole discussion got started in the first place.

I'm not sure where this post was supposed to go, but, I'm sure it didn't get there. I'm sure to may come off as being choppy, but, that's how my brain is functioning right now. Jumpy and sporadic.

Since I have to be at work at 8am tomorrow, I'll be staying up a bit later than normal as a treat. I'll be doing "logistics" crap, so, I get to be out of uniform for the day. The bf will be at a job fair tomorrow, so, we'll probably be doing a belated St.Patrick's Day on Friday. For those of you who will be celebrating,

Erin Go Brah!

Whatever that means.

Has it been that long already?

Wow, two weeks gone by.

Not being single is great, but.......

The bf and I are doing well. We were at the Mariott Lincolnshire this past Friday night having a good time with a few drinks mixed in. It was supposed to be a celebratory event, but, it wasn't. The bf extended invites to all of his old team members and only one called back saying he couldn't be there; the rest blew him off. Fuckers.

Just this past Monday, I realized that I had had too much of the bf, work and my mom, so, I took a "me" day. I slept in late, stuffed my face and hid in my bedroom.

Other than a very interesting session with my therapist, along with my attendance at "Sigamos Adelantes", not much else happened.

I'll expand on everything later. Right now, I'm sleepy and my nice comfy futon is calling to me.

Tomorrow. I promise.