I spent 2 hours on the phone tonight with TurboTax’s online help. Apparently, when I filed my taxes 2 weeks ago, the IRS rejected my e-file. TurboTax told me what to do to fix the problem and I took the necessary measures, except that when I tried to log into my account none of my information was saved and therefore I couldn’t take the final step. TWO HOURS on the phone with customer service and I got pretty much nowhere. I’m going to H&R Block tomorrow.

It was almost 9:00 when I got off the phone with those people. Dave was out with a friend so I had no one to bitch to. Not only was I starving, I was frustrated, annoyed and in need of a drink. It isn’t so happening where I live, most places close at 9:00 unless you go downtown and I wasn’t in the mood to go very far. The only option was fast food, Beef O Brady’s or Applebee’s. I wasn’t in the mood for wings and I only eat Taco Bell at 3am when I’m drunk, so I headed over to Applebee’s. By myself.

I’ve never gone to a restaurant alone before. I’m socially awkward. I don’t like being by myself in public places. I’m not one of those people that can go to a bar by herself, sit down, have a drink, and start mingling with people. I freak out. I’ve accepted this a long time ago. But for some reason tonight the thought of me going alone sounded appealing. I was fine with it. I put on my coat and headed out there.

I sat down at my table for one, the smallest table in the place tucked all the way in the back. I wanted a drink, and something different. I ordered a Pomegranate Margarita. That sounded good. The server gave me a Pomegranate Martini instead. I didn’t say anything. I never ordered a martini before. The only time I’ve ever had one was when I took a sip of my mothers dry gin martini that reminded me of rubbing alcohol, but I wanted to try something new right? I took a sip expecting it to be strong and nasty, but to my surprise it tasted good.

Two firsts in one night. I’m making strides people. I might even consider doing this again.

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My good friend Chris sent me a link to this article today.

These pants come from ISABEL MASTACHE Fall Winter 2010 collection.

Seriously. WHAT THE FUCK?

Besides being the dumbest fashion idea EVER, there’s one thing that’s for sure. Definitely not one size fits all! *bad dum tis*

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Last night when I got off work I called Dave, just like I always do, to tell him that I was on my way home. We usually talk briefly, asking each other how our days went, and then continue the conversation once I get home. But yesterday was different. The conversation went down something like this:

Dave: “Babe, can I go fishing tomorrow morning?”
Me: “ummm, yeah, I don’t care.”
Dave: “Ok, well then I’m going to go.”
Me: “Go, have fun. You don’t have to ask me for permission.”
Dave: “Well I just wanted to make sure.”
Me: “When have I EVER cared about where you go?”

At this point in the conversation, I’m pretty much dying laughing. This is the most ridiculous thing to ask me. I’m not one of those girls that tries to control their man’s schedule. In our 2 year relationship, I have never once questioned, gotten mad, or been jealous that he was going somewhere or doing something without me. I’m not that girl. AT ALL. I’m the farthest thing from a jealous girl. I’m not into that catty, dramatic, typical girl type behavior. I actually had an old boyfriend try to tell me that I was jealous once. No I wasn’t jealous, you were practically making out with a girl right in front of me. That’s pretty much where I draw the line and start getting mad.

I trust him enough to know that he’s not going to do anything that I would consider wrong. He’s a good guy, he works hard. If he wants to sit on a boat all day with his friend and fish I don’t care. He deserves a little fun every once in awhile. I’m not his mother. He doesn’t ever have to ask me for permission. Boys are silly sometimes.

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