Drunk Chick @ the Party

Not me...my dog.

Blondie's party yesterday = very fun! We had a great time just bullshitting, drinking, eating, and watching Mia play with her brothers and "biological" parents. I must say though, our little girl is quite the instigator. For being the smallest dog and the runt of the litter she is a feisty one. She was instigating and picking fights with all the other dogs and even harassing a few party-goers. Seriously she reminded me of the drunk chick at the party who ends drinking way too much and either starts crying or throwing a complete bitch fit for nothing. That was my dog, all jacked up on rawhide bones attacking innocent bystanders.

This worries me a bit, because I don't want her to become an aggressive, hurtful dog. I've been looking up things on the Internet that will help me teach/train her. I've found quite a few things that I really believe will help, one being stop playing so aggressively with her, which Big Man does alot.

Please keep me in your thoughts and I pray that she will catch on and start becoming the lovable non people biting dog that I know she really is. : )

Another thing that is worrying me is my bills (I know I'm not the only one). I got a part time job on top of my full time job and I feel like I'm getting no where. Every time I put money away to pay off my "debt bills", something else comes up (car, dog, sick, etc) I wish I could just win the lottery or something but realistically I know that's not going to happen so I'm going to do what I do best and make a list.

They (lists) always seem to make me feel better and feel like I'm actually accomplishing something when I'm feeling shitty. I will now leave you here to contemplate your suicide since I just brought you down with this sappy post and show you my "Financial Fix-Up" plan which is essentially my budget:

(Yes, I am this lame and have one for every month of the year and I understand if you are completely turned off by my wackness that you need to disassociate yourself from me and quit following. It's OK.)

EDITED TO UPDATE: I just called my part time job (the hostessing one) to see what my hours are next week and I only work 2 days. WTF?!? What's the fucking use if I'm only getting 8 hours a week. I am now going to go into power bitch mode and am going to go off on a rant so beware...

1. The fuckin managers there are bitches. The one lady has not even spoke a sentence to me since I've worked there and the other one who does the schedule, fucks it up every week and is on a such a power trip, it's unbelievable.
2. I must take some blame for them thinking I may not want hours because I let other girls pick up my shifts or stay later and I'll go home, but I thought I was being a nice coworker since this is their PRIMARY job and this is my SECOND job, so I don't mind letting them stay an extra hour and I'll go home after a long night.
3. Don't schedule me to close the damn restaurant on the weekends when you know I wont be done till 11:30 and you know I have work in the morning @ 5am..dumbass!
4. I honestly don't trust no one in that place!!!

Whatever fuck that stupid job, I can't wait till June when I can quit and go home on vacation...I'm soo sick of stressing over money and going to work. I know everything will work out for the best so I'm not going to even worry about it anymore. I'm just going to make my list, prioritize, and go on my merry fucking way!

***sorry for the extreme profanity laced update...my bad :( ***