Miss Tress feels fluidy on Wednesday, November 23, 2005 at 11:47 p.m. I love my job. Everyday I look forward to going there. But, then there are days like today when at the end of the day I think to myself, "I should have stayed home." Let me say potty-training sucks. Potty-training six children at once REALLY sucks! Today, there were two "accidents." I saw the first one happening and was in a panic since he was standing on the carpet. Pee on carpet is bad! My first reaction was to get him off the carpet. So, I tell him to come to me since I am standing on tile. Well, as he walks and pees I realize this is not a good idea. It's just spreading the pee everywhere. So, I tell him to "Stop!" I meant walking towards me and peeing. He stops walking, but keeps peeing. My aides are laughing at me and point out the obvious to me, "He can't stop!". The next "accident" was not as bad. Later, at lunch, one of the children threw up...on me. Nice! I reiterate...I should have stayed home today. Miss Tress feels conflicted on Sunday, November 20, 2005 at 10:15 p.m. The weekend started off badly. Friday I yelled at a bus driver. He refused to take one of my guys home...saying we didn't follow procedure. Procedure had been followed and I told him to radio into his office to confirm this. He refused and preferred that my guy get off the bus and wait at school when no one was going to be picking him up. I called in the "big guns" to deal with it. I won...the bus driver conceded and radioed his office. But, afterwards guilt set in and I contemplated that I could have handled the situation better. But, we have had so much issues with this guy that I had finally had enough and to put it mildly...I snapped. The rest of the weekend was uneventful. Did some clubbing and had an early Thanksgiving with the family today. But, continue to feel conflicted in my love life. I love spending time with Sylvester, but really need some time alone. I love my quiet time! I have been quite moody and tempramental these days. I think it may be because I am not getting as much alone time as I would like. *sigh* What's a girl to do? Miss Tress feels neurotic on Monday, November 14, 2005 at 9:32 p.m. I am bad, bad, bad at relationships. I just don't know appropriate relationship behavior. Maybe it's because the last relationship was SOOOO dysfunctional or maybe I have been too independent for too long that I don't understand the give and take of a healthy relationship. I am moody and I don't know how Sylvester can deal with me. I can barely deal with myself. At the slightest hint of trouble my fight or flight instinct kicks in and I definitely lean towards the flight instinct. Has anyone figured out how to find a happy balance? How do you maintain your sense of self and your independence and still be the "good girlfriend?" I'm struggling here and need some help... Miss Tress feels crazy busy on Monday, November 7, 2005 at 12:03 a.m. This past Halloween was the most eventful Halloween in quite some years. What is it with the artistic, graphic designer types that they like to make a big deal out of Halloween?! So, I pulled the costumes out of the closet this year and went to several Halloween parties. I was slutty Dorothy at the Plaza Club costume party. I made the shoes myself with a little help from Sylvester. There were several Dorothys at the party, but if I must say so myself, my shoes were the best. Pulled on the fairy costume and went to a 1st birthday costume party. And finally, donned by slutty Dorothy one final time for Halloween night at Ocean's. And while I had my fun dressing up reality hit me with full force come Tuesday. I have been slacking so much and it came back to bite me in the ass with a vengence. I had to cram in order to finish my portfolio for a class I took this summer. Wasted $100 because I failed to respond to a threaded discussion for an on-line course I am taking and so will not get credit for the course. And, as usual, am very, very busy at work. So, with that being said, I realized that I have been having my fun and not taking care of business. I have resolved to get back to workaholic Miss Tress and start taking care of what needs to be taken care of. High on my priority list is trying to touch bases with all my peeps that I have neglected in the past months. Do expect a phone call or e-mail from me soon. I love you guys and miss you all! Miss Tress feels there's no place like home on Tuesday, October 25, 2005 at 11:14 p.m. I have come to the conclusion that by the end of the year I must make the ultimate sacrifice. I love my freedom. I cherish my freedom. But, alas, I must forsake my freedom. I will be moving back home with my Pappy. I hate paying someone else's mortgage. I hate working two jobs. So, in order to be able to save money to buy my own place and maybe eventually go back to school I am making "the move." It will suck...but the end justifies the means. Miss Tress feels toxic and crappy on Thursday, October 13, 2005 at 3:24 p.m. "What does that mean-'tame'?" "It is an act too often neglected," said the fox. "It means to establish ties." ... "If you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world..." "You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed." I feel like shit... Miss Tress feels confused on Wednesday, October 12, 2005 at 3:57 p.m. So what else is new? I'm always confused. My latest source of confusion is I feel like I am turning into someone I don't know. My true Miss Tress nature loves her independence, heck, even prides herself on being fiercely independent. But those days seem to be all in the past. I enjoy my time with Sylvester, even want him to be around, but also hate that I am not longing for some "alone time." And even more frustrating is that I am not taking care of what needs to be taken care of. Am I turning into one of those girls I despise and swore I would never become? One of those girls who makes their boys their life and forgets who they are? Miss Tress feels home sweet home on Tuesday, October 11, 2005 at 3:48 p.m. I absolutely loved my week in NYC. I shopped 'til I could shop no more. But, I must bow down to the queen of shopping...Snoopy. By our last night there I had to perform an intevention to stop the insanity. Snoopy ended up leaving NYC with 6 pairs of shoes, 5 caps, more tops than I can count, 1 pretty and expensive blingy, and a very tired credit card! I fell in love with the subway system. I love how fast it is...no traffic is wonderful! I could have done without the stale, stink air though. But, alas, as such is my life I returned to Hawaii and drama ensued. I procrastinated and Sylvester got pissy (rightfully so). Basically, upon next contact with Kryptonite I have to tell him about Sylvester. I dread it, because I don't want to hurt him, but if I don't it could eventually lead to the end of something that is pretty wonderful. Does anyone want to be me the day I have to talk to Kryptonite? On the upside, you gotta LOVE big tax return refunds and a Pappy who is a CPA! I think I will use my money to pay off some bills and buy myself a Nano! Miss Tress feels Sunday in New York on Sunday, October 2, 2005 at 7:36 a.m. Today is the day...after months of Snoopy's hard planning (and me just being useless) we are off to New York! I am so stoked! I didn't take care of everything I should have, but I did take care of everything I needed to. There are still some last minute things to do, but in 12 hours I will be on my way! It should be quite an adventure with lots of stories to tell. Hopefully, Snoopy and I don't end up killing each other! Miss Tress feels I must be adopted! on Friday, September 30, 2005 at 3:01 p.m. Tuesday after work I headed to Ocean's to meet up with Sylvester and his friends. I pull into a parking stall and see Mommy Dearest walking in front of me with a dazed look upon her face. I yell "Hey!". She turns to look at me and continues on with the same lost and confused look upon her face. I am thinking maybe she didn't recognize me. So I yell, "Mom!" and walk up to her. She turns to me and says, "I can't find my car." At this point, I realize Mommy Dearest is DRUNK OFF HER ASS! We spent the next five minutes pressing her keyless remote and listening for the beep of her car. We finally find it on the floor above and Mommy Dearest procedes home to pass out and sleep off her drink. However, to prove how drunk she was let me just tell you this little tidbit of our conversation. Mommy Dearest asks me who I came with. I tell her that I am meeting up with Sylvester. She procedes to look slightly to the right of me and says, "Hi, Sylvester!" I ask her who the heck she's talking to because I'm standing there alone. She tells me, "You said you're here with Sylvester." I procede to explain that he's not here with me now, I am meeting him inside. So, the outcome is that I MUST BE ADOPTED!!!! There is NO WAY that she is my biological mother and that she and I share the same DNA. My Mommy Dearest if Nuckin Futs! Miss Tress feels anxious on Thursday, September 29, 2005 at 8:39 a.m. My departure for my New York trip is fast approaching. I feel like I have a million things that I should do before I leave on my adventure, but I know most of it will not get done. And to top it all off, yesterday, I started feeling the beginnings of a cold. I took off from both jobs in the hopes that I can recoup before my trip. I think it might have done the trick (knock on wood). Grrrr...just sitting here, typing, and thinking of all the things on my "to do list" is starting to stress me out! I must get out and make the most of my (sick) day off. Miss Tress feels shitty on Wednesday, September 21, 2005 at 12:33 p.m. So, Sylvester and I had a "serious" discussion last night. And all I kept thinking was, "B-ball was right. He told me this would happen." Basically, it's that I am putting Kryptonite's feelings before Sylvester's feelings. I am wrong. And either I man up and correct the situation or eventually Sylvester will reach his breaking point and move on. He is not telling me that I have to do this. He is actually being really understanding and patient with me. But, I know it is what I should do and what I need to do. But, it's so frickin' hard. How do you tell someone you spent 7 years of your life with, someone who you planned your future with, that you have moved on and are looking forward to a future with someone else? It's just shitty all around. Miss Tress feels what are the chances? on Monday, September 19, 2005 at 8:53 p.m. The other day while driving to Likelike Drive-In to meet up with Snoopy, Sylvester gets a phone call. It is his ex-girlfriend who happens to have the same name as me. She and her girlfriend are going to New York next week and are having trouble finding a place to stay. She asks Sylvester if he can help her find a hotel. The coincidence is way too freaky! Miss Tress feels guilty with a side of stressed on Thursday, September 15, 2005 at 3:58 p.m. I am a slacker. Snoopy and I leave for New York in three weeks. My only job was to find us a hotel. However, me being the procrastinator that I am I put it off. So, Snoopy and I with the help of Sylvester have spent the past couple of days scrambling to try and find a hotel. Most hotels have been either booked or REALLY expensive. Luckily, I was able to secure a cheap hotel in a good location today. But, I am a little sketched out. Visions of us showing up and being told there is nothing available are dancing in my head. I am terrified that Snoopy and I will end up stranded in New York with no place to stay. It is quite possible she will NEVER want to travel with me again. On a less stressed out note and much more positive, Sylvester has been AWESOME! He spent a good portion of his own time researching hotels and trying to help me find some place decent to stay. And last night he surprised me with a present-a coat to keep me warm during my trip. It is nice to have someone who takes care of me for a change. With Kryptonite I was so used to (and tired of) doing the taking care of and never having it being reciprocated. Miss Tress feels ????? on Monday, September 12, 2005 at 11:57 p.m. As usual, Snoopy and I put on our dancing shoes this weekend. In an attempt to redeem myself as winggirl I ventured out alone, leaving Sylvester to his own devices. Friday night we decided to check out Chi (basically Feng Shui on a different night). Snoopy and I were hanging out when some random boy comes up and asks if he can buy a cigarette from me. I only have cloves, he doesn't smoke cloves. As he is walking away some girl yells at him, "Why don't you tell them hi again? C'mon Daniel, go tell them hi." She then proceeds to come over and talk to Snoopy and I. She is a hot girl, cute with a nice body. She apologizes for her boyfriend and tells us that he does this all the time. He talks to girls right in front of her. This bothers her, she doesn't talk to guys. Then, she starts asking Snoopy and I if she should put up with it. She even asks if she should break up with him. I am feeling quite uncomfortable, because she is pushing us for an answer and if I give her my honest answer (heck no she shouldn't put up with it), it will lead to drama that I don't want to deal with. So, I try to worm out of it by telling her I don't know her or her boyfriend. She keeps pushing me for an answer. Luckily, I am saved when her friend comes and pulls her away. Then, later that night, a group of four hot, drunk girls were dancing. Apparently, one of them, in her drunkeness was not very stable. She failed to brace herself against the bumping and grinding and fell flat on her ass. Upon standing, her mini denim skirt was flipped up exposing her nani to all the guys standing around and gawking. It was quite an entertaining evening. I was even given a PSA (Public Service Announcement). Some random guy told me that I shouldn't be smoking cloves since he knew someone who started coughing up blood and eventually died. I am on my last clove and think I will DEFINITELY try to quit this time. The other morning I woke up with a cough. I am smoking too much and I don't want to die...life is too good right now! Miss Tress feels responsible on Wednesday, September 7, 2005 at 4:31 p.m. The Little Prince has a section where the Little Prince tames a fox. It is a metaphor for relationships. The basic premise of it being that you are forever reponsible for what/who you "tame." And while my mind tells me I am not responsible for Kryptonite, it is harder for my heart to accept this fact. I can not stop myself from worrying about him; in some ways feeling responsible for his well-being and happiness. B-ball has told me that this may hold me back, prevent me from being happy. He is right. I am afraid that my inability to let go and to make Kryptonite let go will eventually lead to me losing someone who has made me happier than I have been in a long time. Miss Tress feels the possibility is reality on Tuesday, September 6, 2005 at 9:38 a.m. I am playing hookie today...an entire day off to spend with Sylvester. This is not like me, but I haven't felt like myself lately (in a good way). Life has a funny way of playing itself out. Miss Tress feels old on Saturday, August 27, 2005 at 11:26 a.m. My Seattle bro is in town, so we organized a family gathering this morning. It was nice to spend some time with my family. However, in talking to Papa Bear it struck me that while I am getting older (10 year reunion being imminent) so are my loved ones. My uncle has had Parkinson's Disease for some time. I have not seen him for awhile and was shocked with the progression his disease has taken. It was a wake-up call that I need to spend more time with my family. I have taken for granted that they will always be there. It is this kind of mentality that will lead to regrets in the future. So, I have decided that I will work less and devote more time to my family. While money and achieving my life goals is important I have lost grasp on the fact that family is more important than anything. I need to restructure the way I have been living my life. Miss Tress feels afraid on Friday, August 26, 2005 at 11:08 p.m. Life seems so uncertain right now. And my mind is filled with questions. It wasn't easy and it took me too long, but I know that setting Kryptonite free was the right thing to do. But, the possiblity of new beginnings scare me. I want this to be real, but am afraid it isn't. It will be interesting to see how the next few weeks unfold. Miss Tress feels stalked on Sunday, August 21, 2005 at 11:51 p.m. The rats torment and taunt me. There is no escaping them. They have taken root in my apartment, but it does not end there. The rats follow me to the hotel. In the past month there have been 3 rat sightings in the hotel. Today, there was another rat sighting. Who ever knew that rats were so abundant? Maybe it is me. I must attract them like bees to honey or flies to shit. Miss Tress feels fuck a duck on Sunday, August 21, 2005 at 3:47 a.m. Damn it! I think the frickin' rodents are back. I was in denial about the tiny droppings I have been finding. I tried to convince myself they belonged to geckos. But, alas, tonight as I was getting ready for bed I heard the rumblings in my shower again. Grrr...I need to move the fuck out of the ghetto! As amusing as the rat situation may have been the first time, I really do not think I can go through this every few months. Miss Tress feels well rested on Friday, August 19, 2005 at 11:27 p.m. I have a few good friends whom I do not speak to for long periods of time. I thoroughly enjoy this because it means that when I finally do speak to them I get to hear all the juicy tidbits of their lives at one time. It makes for some interesting conversations. Recently, I spoke to one such friend. She related to me the following escapades: 1) She hooked up with Steven from Real World Las Vegas. While walking her to her apartment he periodically slammed her against parked cars and molested her. Hot! Hot! Hot! Although, potentially embarassing if any of the cars had had alarms. 2) She had an encounter with another guy, but had to leave fairly soon. So she had her needs serviced and he received no relief. 3) She hooked up with a guy in the back room (supply/office) of a bar. She was worried that I thought all of this scandalous. But, the way I see it, guys do this kind of shit all the time and it is acceptable even commendable for them to do so. I figure all the more power to her. Sometimes a girl's got needs! Miss Tress feels like a lazy ass on Thursday, August 18, 2005 at 5:39 p.m. Today, I had no students, but spent the day in a long, boring meeting. Afterwards, the other teachers from my department and I headed to Chili's for some bonding and drinking. I had every intention of being a good girl and going back to school to do some work. But, the daquiri and the food filled my tummy and made me feel lazy. Instead, I headed home to take a nap before I go to Mai Tai's with Snoopy and Philly for more drinking. I LOVE 3 day weekends!!! I must share this story that Ladybug told me today. Apparently, she has a 32 year old gorgeous girlfriend who picks her nose and eats her boogers! Eeew gross! When asked why she does this. She responded that she thinks it tastes delicious! I find it disturbing that she does this and that she then readily offers this information to friends. I tend to like to keep my socially inappropriate behaviors to myself. Miss Tress feels apprehensive on Wednesday, August 17, 2005 at 11:06 p.m. "Something" is brewing. It leaves my mind overflowing with unanswered questions. I am filled with a fear of the uncertain. Is this reality or a diversion from reality? It is refreshing to glimpse what I was missing. And yet, unnerving that there is the potential that I may face the same issues as before. It leaves me cautious and unsure of how to proceed; immobilized between an ending and beginning. Could I be any more cryptic? In random odd things that I have seen: tonight as I was walking through the parking lot at the hotel, I passed a car that had a full nativity scene on its dashboard. And this was not cute little plastic figurines. They were big, ceramic figurines. I gave into stereotypes and ventured to guess that the car belonged to someone of Filipino ethnicity. Miss Tress feels bitchy on Monday, August 15, 2005 at 11:51 p.m. I can't really pinpoint what set of the bitchiness today. All I know is that I was in a FOUL mood. It has been awhile since I have felt this bitchy, so, maybe the bitchiness decided to kick in with a vengence. Which was made especially suprising since the day started out so well. My screamer, who used to scream ALL day long, has stopped screaming. I think he may have a little crush on me. All day long he blessed me with his killer smile that makes me melt. His whole face lights up and makes me feel special. And then he cracks me up doing his butt bounce of happiness. It gives me the warm fuzzies! Miss Tress feels shop 'til you drop on Saturday, August 13, 2005 at 3:41 p.m. I have been on a week-long shopping spree. The grand total thus far stands at the following: 2 Guess tops, 1 pair of Nine West shoes, 3 Banana Republic tops, 1 Guess pair of jeans, 1 Tommy pair of jeans, 1 pair of capris, 4 Old Navy t-shirts, and to top it all off 1 Tiffany necklace. The spree was brought on by the fact that I got my FAT check from working my ass off teaching this summer. I am still feeling some residual shopping urges which I am trying to suppress. I have to save my money for my trip to the Big Apple with Snoopy in a couple of months. In other news, the drama continues with Kryptonite. I think we both know that it is over, but he never really let me say the words. And there are still ties between us that I can not bring myself to break. I guess that would be why he is my kryptonite. Miss Tress feels infatuation on Sunday, August 7, 2005 at 10:36 a.m. Being back to school has made me into the busy little bee. My house and car are a mess and the bills, laundry, and dishes are threatening to take over! I need to find a way to balance work and fun. I try to do a little of both and my "responsibilites" get neglected. The poor cat rarely sees me and her litter box is STINKEEE! I think her leaving a piece of turd on the floor was her way of letting me know it's time to change the litter. I partook of salsa dancing again. I suck at it, but it's still fun to shake your booty in a whole new way. I am mesmerized by the good dancers. I could watch them for hours, totally amazed by their moves. Last night, I headed out for Italian Stallion's b-day celebration at Z Bar. I can't stand the place-more military than I can handle. So, after the obligatory show-face, Snoopy and I headed to Ocean's. My Dancer Girl was there. I could stare at her for hours. My obsession and infatuation with her is reminiscent of the infatuation I felt for Gothic Girl. In a club full of people I have eyes only for her. But, I don't think I will ever talk to her. I think infatuation and crushes are much more fun from afar. Reality just ruins it. Miss Tress feels still lost on Thursday, July 28, 2005 at 10:09 p.m. Back to school!!! It feels like the summer just flew by. I wish I could have had some time off, but it's all about the money. I have been burning the candle at both ends and trying to get all my work done and still play a little. It leaves me very pooped. Last night, Snoopy and I joined Sylvester for some salsa dancing. Snoopy had a blast and is ready to shake her booty again next week! On the Kryptonite front, the drama remains unresolved. And I remain as lost as ever... Miss Tress feels lost on Sunday, July 24, 2005 at 10:59 p.m. This weekend was all about ME! I had requested the weekend off from the hotel and was delighted to be able to do whatever I wanted. Saturday Sylvester (a.k.a. Spitter) took me riding on his motorcycle. The bruises on my butt prove it. That night I hung out with B-ball, his friends, and Snoopy at the Row Bar. The highlight of the night being B-ball's jalapeno story. The TMI of it being that undigested jalapenos burn on the way out! Sunday I hung out with Papa Bear. He cooked me yummy food and I even ate my greens (10 spears of asparagus)! Not to mention Papa Bear sent me home with some of his famous pork. I can't wait to dig into that! The drama of the weekend is that I tried to do the right thing and set Kryptonite (a.k.a. Him) free. It did not go too well. Miss Tress feels repaired on Friday, July 22, 2005 at 12:05 a.m. Kaya is fixed! One estimate was that it would cost me $644 to fix her. But, I took her to another doctor today who was able to fix her up almost as good as new for only $20 in less than 15 minutes. I am happy. Kaya is happy. Other aspects of my life remain broken and damaged. I do not know if there is a doctor available who can as easily fix them. Miss Tress feels purrrr on Sunday, July 17, 2005 at 11:45 p.m. I am a very contented Kitty. I have been anticipating this weekend for months and it far exceeded my expectations. I ventured to the mall Friday night to see Johnny Depp kick ass in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. He rocked the role of Willy Wonka! Then, I headed over to Barnes and Nobles to pick up the newest Harry Potter book. "Hi! My name is Miss Tress and I am a geek!" My feelings of dorkiness were not eased by the fact that I was amongst a crowd of people dressed as Harry Potter characters and that they screamed with excitement when the clock hit midnight. I snagged my book within 15 minutes and booked (no pun intended) out of there as soon as possible. I was afraid the ultra-geekiness was contagious. Saturday I partied at Skyline with Snoopy, Buddha, Mr. Conservative, and Shoe Fettish. Actually, everyone else partied while I was content to people watch. And I ended the night by running into Pookie and Marky Warky. We headed over to Millions and gorged ourselves on yummy Korean food. If I had died in the night I would have died a very happy Kitty! Miss Tress feels ouch on Thursday, July 14, 2005 at 10:22 p.m. My car is still broken. But, now, it is not the only thing in my life that is broken. The car will probably get fixed in the near future. The other thing that is broken will probably not be fixed as soon or as easily.
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