and the saga continues

I am the worst blog owner ever....seriously. I probably deserve to be banned from blogging for life but thankfully the blog gestapo haven't been trolling around on my blog so i guess all is good. To educate and update everybody on my life, I am planning on uprooting my little life here in the sunshine state and moving it back to sweet home Alabama. It was kind of a sudden decision but the moment that the idea popped in my head, i immediately surrendered to it, no point in fighting your heart when it is homesick. I am so excited to be a part of my family's life again, to possibly be able to go to school again, to have access to a huge library system and a crapload of awesome thriftstores so the dork in me can go hog wild! There are so many pro's to me going but there are a few major cons. I am going to miss the heck-o-la out of my handsome boyfriend! It is going to be incredibly hard to wake up with out my big strong man by my side. Im going to really miss not having my snuggle partner to watch movies with. I wish i could convince him to come with me but i know if he did he would be just as homesick as i am here. Till the day i move i plan on taking pictures of everybody i love here and every nit-picky little building that i drive by everyday and have grown to love because i dont know the next time i will be back. This is pretty much a bitter sweet kind of thing for me. Im gonna be moving to a new house (thank you precious lord in the sky! I am so sick of my stupid craphole apartment!) hopefully that actually has hot water (plz, plz, plz) I am going to be with my family every stinking minute, prob to the point where they are going to sit me down and tell me they need "them" time. I am going to start a new job (well same job, just different store) I am really nervous about this! The store that i work at I am seriously in love with all my co-workers and managers, no joking here, so the thought of going to a new place and that happening are slim to none i feel, but we will see, open mind open heart here. I have to come up with about a million dollars in 2 weeks which is craaaaazy! its not gonna happen but anyways, either way i am moving and that is final, whether i have to trow my stuff into a little hanky over my shoulder and hop freight trains i am going back home, but again i wish my ultra handsome man could fit into my hanky too then this would be ultra perfect.

Dog Bites and Diamonds

This weekend was filled with so much drama it was unbelievable! I had to "call out" of work on sunday because i was crying like a maniac. These tears were caused by my super adorable but super terrible puppies, who decided it would be a good idea to bite my neighbors dog. I know they sound vicious but trust me they are the complete opposite and the most vicious thing they do is run around my house and try to catch the flies that have broken into my house in their mouths. I mean these fur creatures are just straight up love bugs, and no i am not just saying that because they are mine and i am biased, it's the honest to dog truth! so anyways my one puppy, panda, escaped my clutches for a minute and ran around the other corner of my house where my neighbor just so happened to come out of his house to take his gorgeous collie for a walk and then the tragedy happened. panda nipped him! obviously I was pissed at panda, my neighbor was pissed at both of us and im pretty sure wanted us both in prison. I grabbed panda and roxie and ushered them back inside my house while repeating apologies, i felt terrible! I wrote my neighbor a note and stuck it to his door so he would see it when he got back continuing to apologize and appealing to him to let us have a fresh start as neighbors, about two minutes late this angry man came knocking on my door, threatening me with calling animal control and having my dogs quarantined. I broke down and cried like a baby in front of this guy, basically begging like an idiot. It was so embarrassing. I can totally understand his anger, but under the circumstances and the severity of the incident he was being a total dick about it. This is what my theory is, panda escaped from me, she went around the corner expecting freedom and a game of chase from mom, instead saw a much bigger dog, was surprised and scared, and in order to show the bigger dog she wasn't to be messed with, bit the dogs poor little bottom. There was no "dog fight" worthy biting it was a single nip so i think threat of police involvement and doggie foster homes was a bit of overkill. Oh well, I plan on making halloween cookies and taking them to my neighbor anyway so maybe they will get over it.

       Okay so enough drama, I want to talk about my secret guilty pleasure and i'm sure many of you women share this with me, secret engagement ring shopping! First of all, I am in no way, shape, or form in anyway about to get engaged. My boyfriend and I just got back together after taking a two week breakup from each other, but that doesn't stop a girl from planning her future wedding. You cant exactly tell your BF that you have been gazing at diamond rings all day without him getting weirded out, ya know? here are some of the beautys i have been coveting lately (and let it be known i am quirky and may not want an actual diamond, i cant decide)

here is my absolute fav! I am in love with rose gold.

Once again another rose gold ring, but so georgeous!

This one is just whimsical and cute! I love that it says oui' on the side!

and last but not least a more traditional style ring. (but still a little funky)

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    So that about raps up my drama and my secret diamond shopping from this weekend, but don't worry folks i have more of my drama coming your way soon. Loves, Claire

they shine for you.

I live next to the beach and if you knew me this is not exactly the location you think i would hand pick because:

1. I do not tan,  in fact i am medically not allowed to, already had some nasty skin cancer taken off.
2. I am terrified of sharks, its a serious phobia, i even freak out about going swimming in the deep end of pools. you know, just in case a shark accidentally got in.
3. getting sand on my body, in my car, on the floor in my house drives me crazy
4. basically i am a vampire and don't exit my house until its dark outside. on the real.

 so there are the reasons why people think i am weird when i say i chose to live next to the beach but here are the reasons i love living next to the beach:

1. i live in a craphole of an apartment, i mean it is pathetic, if i lived in this same apartment away from the beach it would be called a crackden, but since it is next to the beach people say "omg! your so lucky! you live next to the beach!" not "omg! this is disgusting, this is not fit for a crackwhore, how do you stand it!"
2. I take comfort in knowing that the ocean is there, i mean i can hear it, i can smell it, it makes me know that the world is still turning and i am still on this planet
3. The stars! no place else can i go out in my backyard and not have trees blocking my view of the stars plus the lack of street lights and huge city life makes star viewing way more, well, viewable!    

So there you have it. and actually reason number 3 should be number 1. because star gazing is pretty much my current passion. I have made a habit of laying on this boat in my backyard and waiting for shooting starts. I refuse to go inside till i see at least 3 shooting stars which lately takes a million years but thats fine because our galaxy is literally the finest work of art! I get all emo and think about how everybody that has ever taken breath on this planet has looked at the same stars that i look at every night. I imagine them thinking about the same things i do. How small i am, compared to how big the galaxy is. How i don't know how i got to this place in my life. How i wonder if i will ever make a difference in this world. I know that everybody has to think those same things when they stare at the stars. It makes me feel connected to the earth, and this universe in a way i cant even explain. Is that crazy?

poppy fields

You know when you look at somebody that has used drugs for so long and completely ruined their life? You probably think why did they even start, i mean everybody knows what the end looks like, how could you possibly even begin. I think i finally understand. There comes a point in your life where everyday and every little scenario feels like you have been swimming for days and are waiting for the coast guard, you are so tired, waves keep splashing you in the face, salt water gushes into your nose and your throat and for a moment you stop swimming. As you begin slowly sinking you can see the the sun shining through the water and your air bubbles rising to meet the surface, you realize this is easier and decide not to try anymore. I feel like at the moment (tomorrow will be different im sure) im tired of swimming. Drugs are not in my future but it would be nice to live in opium den and never feel anything again. I know that if i just open up the one window in my house and see the sun i will feel differently, but here in my crypt of darkness i almost feel complete, this is the way i was meant to live.

health benefits anyone?

okay so i have an issue with settling down. It freaks me out almost as bad as spiders, and if you knew me then you would know how psycho i get about a little tiny spider. I have been known to jump out of moving vehicles if a spider has hitched a ride in my car (true story). I have a hard time keeping husbands (story for another day) boyfriends, phone numbers, and addresses. I am pretty great at keeping jobs though, those little papers with the funny men and green ink keep me coming back like a crackhead. That being said i have lived in my shoebox for a little over 6 months now and keep putting off doing cute things to it because (a. i am broker than a joker. and (b. im prob gonna move sometime sooooooooo i get lazy. I am slowly starting to realize though that i need more money, and i need a "career" (that word makes me want to barf in my mouth!) In order for me to be able to move to another city or another state i need to have some kind of skill that will make people throw dollar bills at me, so i have to come to the decision that i will be going back to college (another vomit word aaaaggghh) I found a program that i want to do reeeaaally bad but its very hard to get into, only 36 spots, I have to kick it into high gear and get my crap together so that i can get that spot! I realize that i will be exhausted because i plan on getting my nursing degree in less that a year from when i get to start school but holy crap, it will be so worth it! In a year and a half instead of slinging food and drinks i could be saving lives! I know this is sort of a random post but I dont know how to contain my excitement, i have finally figured out what i want my big girl job to be!

bye-bye dan. hello Mark!

okay ive been slack-a-lacking on posting lately, been crazy busy with work, started a new business venture (more on that later), and spending every waking moment with my boo. Im trying to squeeze all the boyfriend time i can in before he leaves me for 3 months. waaaahhh i don't want him to leave, and the thing that i hate the most about it is, i have no idea what day he is leaving. Its like a daily mind game for me, i trick myself into thinking he isn't ever going and then i get super on edge because it could be like tomorrow! aaahhh, i hate it. here is a mini list of things i am gonna miss about him

• cuddling, duh! 
• having somebody that makes fun of everything i do, seriously. I tend to take everything to heart and he really helps me let loose and laugh at the ridiculous little habits i have.
• i wont have a partner in housecleaning anymore! yikes! 
• I wont have anybody to baby (i guess myself.....so maybe that wont be a bad thing ha)

Anyways. Ive decided to stay busy when he leaves. originally i thought "oh i will just pick up more shifts at work and be a millionaire" then i remembered, ohhhh i hate my job! If anything i want to spend as little time there as possible.......but i still want to be a millionaire. Long story short i decided to become a representative for Mark. cosmetics!

 This is a company i have actually worked for since i was 16 years old, but I havent sold since i was 20! I decided to take the plunge again because

1. I honest to god love this company and their products!
2. I am way more confident about interacting with people that i was at 16. 
3. Insert the perfect way for me to fill my lonely anti-bf hours.
4. This company is all about social beauty, meaning having parties with the girls and playing with makeup, add a cocktail and you have my perfect evening! 

so anyways that is what i will be doing.........and if you want to check out exactly what im talking about, here is my website

http://bmcclendon.mymarkstore.com/ 

standing on my soap box: politeness/kindness

This is a subject very near and dear to my heart because obviously i am a waitress/bartender and have to deal with the crappiest of crap attitudes every single day. On a daily basis i am treated like the lowest form of life known to man, i am pretty sure people treat crack whores with a little more dignity that i am treated (and bless their hearts, i dont wish them any ill-will) This attitude that I encounter amazes me because hello people! i am in charge of the food you ingest, why would you want to make me mad? or tell the cooks what b-holes you have been? seriously. And no i am not saying that i would do anything bad to it, because i honestly wouldn't i am not that kind of person (and i have not personally seen anything bad happen to anybodies food btw, im just making a point), but what i am saying is that i am a complete stranger to you, and what if i was that kind of person would you really want to risk that?

Wow that whole paragraph sounded really creepy, im sorry. The point that i am trying to make is, I will never understand the need to be rude to a complete stranger who is doing everything in their power to try and please you?

I am in real life aside from my job probably one of the sweetest people ever, not trying to toot my own horn just telling it like it is. The desire of my heart is to make everybody i meet feel welcome and valued, i know it sounds cheesy but that is honest to god how i feel. My "life mantra" is that you cannot control a single thing in this world: not a man, not the weather, not politics, not anything. The one thing you are in control of is how you treat and speak to the people that enter you life. Every word that comes out of your mouth has the ability to uplift or destroy a person. I know which one i want to do, how about you?

here is some visual treats to back up what i said