Another Day, Another Dollar.

Another day, another dollar... Ok, I have one question.  Why is it that every person that comes into my place of employment is simply looking for a discounted item... and by discounted item I mean- something that is clearly in perfect condition but apparently has a non existent tag on it that read's, "Find a flaw and get me for HALF off".  


ATTENTION SHOPPERS: THIS IS NOT BARGAIN BARN!  

We sell high quality items that deserve to be purchased at full price... oh wait... and did we mention that the afore mentioned HIGH QUALITY item is brand new?  YES FOLKS, that means ZERO damage.  DEAL WITH IT.


I absolutely love my job.  Really, I do.  I work for a GREAT company and I honestly wouldn't trade it for anything at this point in my life.  I work with amazing people, have made amazing (and in some cases, lifelong) friends but let me tell you.... North Charleston is definitely not filled with what I'd call, "The brightest crayons in the box".  Or the classiest for that matter.  Now, don't get me wrong.. I don't pride myself for being the brightest or even classiest girl in the world but I also don't go around sticking my fingernail into merchandise in order to save a dollar.  With that said, LOCK IT UP North Chuck!

Done and Done... pay day is rearing it's pretty little head.  =)


On a brighter note, the light of my life could quite possibly be returning to Charleston tomorrow to spend the weekend with me.  I suppose the anti depressant shopping spree may have been slightly premature..... and the parking ticket doesn't seem quite as worth that great pair of shoes as it did yesterday.  Daaaannngit! 

Eight months and counting.

I never thought I'd be a cyber blogger but... who writes in a diary anymore anyway?  I have two notebooks that are empty... granted, they're brand new... and will be used starting May 11th, 2011.  <--- If this date had a mouth I'd ask it to kiss my backside.  

So.. why am I blogging?  Well, I'm not good at expressing how I feel about a lot of things... although I can think of one person... one of the most important persons in my life... who would beg to differ.  I'd like to think that I keep many thoughts and emotions at bay.  Why talk about them if the only person they're affecting is myself?  Sure, I reflect on these emotions... in my HEAD... which apparently leads to down a path of frustration, stress, and destruction.  Not destruction in a literal 'buildings crashing to the ground, slit my wrists' sense but in the 'I'm going to lose my god forsaken mind' sense.  So, Hello Cyber World, my name is Brittany, and I'm a blogging virgin whose about to release all of her bubbly insecurities, sarcastic remarks, and blonde intuition on all of you.  =)

Now... eight months and counting... 

What the heck sort of time frame is eight months?  A spring/summer school semester?  A short term pregnancy?  A serious Credit Card bill that needs to be paid off?  How about a ridiculous time frame of which I'm going to shoot to save $4000.  Yeah... that coming from the girl who has NEVER, I repeat NEVER, had any sort of money stay in her savings account for more than 10 days.  Looking on the bright side, my debt (all thanks to a horrible shopping habit), is officially at a ZERO balance!  Whooooop! 

Well although all of these things could happen within an eight month window, what I'm really talking about is an eight month mission to strengthen myself mentally and financially all while writing in those two empty journals starting on that wretched date that I mentioned before.  May 11th, 2011.  During this time I am keeping a promise that I made to someone to be STRONG, SOLID, and FAITHFUL, and I'm bound and determined to show him that I'm the girl who can do all of those things.  Oh, and I am shooting to lose 22Lbs.  Yiiiiikkkeees.  =)  Why am I doing this?  Well, it's simple.  I'm in love.  I'm in love with a Navy Sailor.  And this AMAZING man is getting deployed in 15 days.  FML.

I support the military... I support him... but just because I support it doesn't mean I have to like it.  I like having him local... I like being able to talk to him whenever I want to.  I like being so exhausted from laughing at his ridiculous antics all day long that I come home and fall asleep curled up next to him in an instant.  Well ladies and gents, this marks the beginning of eight months of not getting what I like.  Again, FML. 

I bought a charm with an anchor on it today to hang from a lanyard that he gave me before he left... Now, not only do I have that hanging from my rear view mirror but I have his name on my key chain (thank you, Chris) and pictures everywhere to make the next 7.5 months a little bit LESS painful.  

SSF.  I've got this.  =)