I have been meaning to write about this and that... but then I get interrupted and distracted and loose my train of thought. But I thought I'd give it another try lol.

First and foremost I am ecstatic that it is Friday!! Friday's feel like holidays! I have no plans for tonight other then to chill out with Mike and prolly go to the chinese buffet yummy!! Then Saturday we have to go up north so that I can get a nice dress for his sisters wedding. I love to shop, but I hate trying the stuff on and feeling fat. I hope I'm having a skinny day tomorrow LOL! And Sunday I am getting to see my bestest Becca, who has been MIA for quite some time. We are both so busy and our schedules are so different. I have the typical 9-5 job, and she on the other hand is a nurse and works 3, 12 hr days and she works every other weekend. I have the 27th and the 30th off though and we are going to the beach for some much needed R&R.

Now let me rewind back to last night. My idiotic boyfriend got his drunk ass lost in NYC and had me worried and stressed. So here's the story. He went to a yankees game with a vendor. They left the game and went to a bar. Out of the blue he runs into his cousin that he hasn't seen in years. They do shots, drink some beer, and get wasted. Mike and the vendor dude leave the bar w/ the intention to catch the train back to NJ where they left their cars. Mike ( who can't even stand up straight at this point) decides to go into a store and ask for directions. He comes back out 5 minutes later and vendor dude is no where to be found! He waits and waits, calls the dude 4 or 5 times and realizes he is on his own. SO he's drunk, wandering around NYC trying to find the train station. I was begging him to give me vendor dude's number b/c that was completely unprofessional, unacceptable behavior. And yes, Mike is a big boy and can take care of himself. But don't get him trashed and then leave him to fend for himself!! I never, ever stand up for myself unless I get pushed to that point. That breaking point where I see red, and everything around me blurs and I go off. That happens *maybe* twice a year. Excluding PMS, and arguments with my parents lol. The worst part was that I had no control over the situation and there was nothing that I could do except pray that he made it home safe and sound. And that he did at 3am this morning.

So stupid crap aside life is good lol. Job's been busy, but I laugh as hard as I work so it balances itself out. I just can't wait till my four day weekend next week!! Happy Friday!