Crazy Times

I have had such a crazy, crazy day.

Andy told me before we got together that he had a crazy ex girlfriend. I never thought that things would get this out of hand. A couple days ago, a friend of his ex friended me on facebook and I added her, not knowing who she was. When I realized who she was (and also, that I have never met her) I deleted her and blocked her. I don't need that kind of drama in my life. She sent Andy a message on facebook:

Thanks for deleting me off of facebook and your girlfriend or whoever the hell she is for blocking me.That's good because maybe you shouldn't hide hide things or people from your girlfriend. Oh and **** is my bestest friend and she tells me EVERYTHING. She's way to good for you she just doesn't realize it yet. I always thought you were a pretty kool guy until now. Thanks and have a great day!!! :)

**** Is this girl's best friend. I don't want to put names on here because this is my personal therapeutic blog and not a place to talk trash on other people. I know and trust my boyfriend and I know that he is not cheating on me. Which brings me to the next message, an email that i received this morning:

Amanda,

I know this will be hard for you to believe well it really shouldn't be but your so called boyfriend
Andrew Betts is cheating on you with other girls while you are not around such as during the summer, holidays, and pretty much any time he's home and away from you. Sorry, don't mean to sound blunt but I just thought you should know the truth becuase I've been told once a cheater always a cheater. He tells everyone at home that you have told him it's alright for him to see other women and even have sexual encounters when you guys are apart becasue you are doing the same. I guess the way he explains it is you guys have an open relationship? I know you'll probably ignore this but this is only to benefit you and help you, because I don't think any women should be treated this way. Feel free to email me back if you have any questions! IMy mom has even witnessed him at the meadows racetrack with a girl with blonde hair and they were extremely friendly with each other while betting on the horses. My mother actually had an encounter with them and he had his arms around her and kissed her.

Again I am very sorry for you to have to find out this way.

I have very good reason to believe that they are from the same person. It really makes me angry that someone wants to cause so much drama in my life. My relationship is probably one of the most stable things in my life right now. It really hurts that someone is trying to sabotage it. I really love my boyfriend and I trust him. Completely.

I believe that this whole ordeal has actually made me stronger. Despite my anger, I am really glad that it happened because it made me realize how much he means to me. I love him very much. We were talking about it afterwards and how strong it is going to make us. This is how the conversation went:

Andy: This is one of those things that either can break you or make you stronger.

Andy: I vote for the making us stronger.

Me: I agree, sweetie.

Andy: Let's get married.

Me. Um, Andy?

Andy: Ya?

Me: That's a little drastic, don't ya think?

Andy: Haha. Okay. We will wait.

I have no reason not to trust Andy. He even previously gave me his facebook password. Not that I have used it for anything, but if he was hiding stuff from me, then he wouldn't be so willing to share his passwords.

Anyway. I don't want to dwell on this situation anymore. The girls have caused enough unneeded drama.

My Life and Why He's Awesome :]

I have been promising to blog about Andy for a very long while now. Well, I am tired of making empty promises. The time has come.

Andy is an amazing person and a wonderful boyfriend. I know I complain about him a lot, but I wouldn't have him any other way. I love him more than anything. Which is pretty surprising considering how, when we met, I didn't even like him. I actually thought he was an arrogant asshole. But I am going to tell the story. And believe me, it's a funny story to tell. This is taken from my Myspace blog from last year. It just kind of tells how we met:

My roommate and I wanted to go outside and shoot basketball. I'm not very good at it, but it's something that relieves stress and something that I love to do. We also had another friend, who we met while wandering around campus orientation weekend, who was going to shoot around with us. So there we were, vividly engrossed in our game of horse when I notice this older-looking guy walking toward the basketball courts. He had a basketball, and appeared to be an upperclassmen, so my first thought was "Great, I hope he doesn't think we are going to give up the court for him just because we are freshmen." Well, he ended up joining our game of horse and proceeded to completely own everyone else playing. Lucky me, the one who has never played basketball before gets to go after the basketball player. =/ Anyway, the entire time he played all he did was make fun of the way I played, the movies I had and hadn't seen, and pretty much anything else that came up in conversation. All the while, I am thinking, "wow, how can this guy be such an asshole?" A little later, the other guy we were with had to leave, and it was just me, Andy and my roommate. We were just standing around talking about high school, movies, music, pretty much anything, and Andy was still sliding in insulting remarks about me wherever he could fit them. Finally, I was able to find a movie that I had seen that he never had, Nothing to Lose. My roommate happened to have that movie in our room, so, I don't know if you would call it spite, or fate, or whatever, I invited Andy up to watch the movie. (Let it be known, that at this point in time, I wasn't even interested enough to remember his name. I seriously had to keep glancing at his ID to remember it...pathetic, I know.) Anyway, we watched the movie and then parted ways afterward, with the plans to meet up at the same time the next day, for basketball.

Well, the next day, after classes and whatnot, it was collectively decided by my roommate and I that we should do our laundry. Because of the lack of available machines, our laundry time ran over into "basketball time," and we ended up not being able to meet Andy for basketball, and my roommate and I were going to a Greek cookout (free food), so I invited Andy along. To make a long story short(er), I ended up helping him with his laundry and afterwards we got coffee and went down to the lake to talk. Somehow, we ended up talking about absolutely everything and pretty much anything and stayed out until 3am. (I later realized that the only one who was negatively affected by this was me. He didn't have class until 2. Lucky bastard.) Things after that are a bit fuzzy, but thats how it all started. Oh, and obviously the asshole first impression was some sort of ploy that I still don't understand. Apparently, all guys stand by the whole "Nice guys finish last" thing. oh well. It worked out for the best because I am now much happer than I have ever been with any other person.

Every bit of that still stands true today. I mean, yeah, we fight, like any normal couple. But I can't stay mad at him. All he has to do is smile at me and all of my anger is gone. (He doesn't know that...yet...) It's hard to be away from him, even for a summer. But I know it's going to be okay. :] I wish I could do him more justice than this post; he really is amazing.

Thanks for reading!!

Cheeseburger in Paradise!!

So. I have gotten a job. Cheeseburger in Paradise. Jimmy Buffett themed restaurant. Cheesy and quirky, yes. But it will pay the bills. I really don't feel like posting a very long blog. Mostly for the reason that no one really reads it but maybe 3 people. Honestly, why should I make a big commitment to blogging when no one really reads my blog but me and a few close friends? Anyway. I am going to make it a habit to read other people's blogs and try to gather a bit of a following. That way I have more of a reason to blog. Due to The Wifey, most of the blogs I read are mommy blogs. Haha. I do love to read about the adventures of parenthood though. It is fun. Anyway. I'm really tired. Longer blog post to come.

Day 1 of job hunting...and an update on the Gulf...

The oil this time...it is affecting us here already. Destin is about an hour east of Pensacola...I went out job searching today and was pretty disappointed. Everyone is being hit hard by this oil spill. The first place I hit was actually a restaurant that was in the process of opening up. So they are looking at hiring a complete staff and having the restaurant open for business by June 14 (Happy Birthday, Eric!!). That guy was pretty optimistic and upbeat about everything. The second place I hit was a mexican restaurant that, judging by the empty tables as I walked in at noon, heavily depends on tourist business. I asked the manager if he was hiring, and he was fairly frank with me. "If this oil doesn't come this weekend, yes. But I am sorry to say that it is probably going to come and I am probably not going to hire you" You could just tell by the look on his face that he cared about more than just his business. He cared about the town. Not only is Destin, Florida a tourist attraction; it is a fishing town. Has been forever. And it's obviously not just Destin that is being affected. Things that you wouldn't think of, like my grandfather's property that he has been trying to sell for years. It is located right outside of Pensacola in a quaint little town by the name of Gulf Breeze. You may have heard of it; it has been on TV in the past because of its "extraterrestrial activity". Anyway, my grandfather owns a lot (on which his house used to sit. There is a post for another day) This lot, without any property on it, is well worth a million dollars. I am not exaggerating. Before the hurricane that took my grandfather's house, the lot alone was appraised at just under a million dollars. Yeah, the real estate market in general has pretty much gone to hell in a hand basket with the economy, I know. But this lot is going to be worth even less now. Who in their right mind is going to purchase a water front lot with an oil spill and hurricane season approaching? I have seriously advised him to go and speak to a BP representative (which, recently, have came to Destin to hear the claims of the fishermen and businessmen and landowners.) Since the oil is a reason he might not be able to sell his lot, then he might be entitled to make a claim. The only thing wasted by him trying would be time. And if he were able to make a claim, then it would be well worth it. Anyway.

I also put in an application at a small mom-and-pop place that serves food and has a bar. And Longhorn Steakhouse (they offer paid vacation to servers!). I have also decided to keep my Shrimp Shack job. I want to work there like 3 days a week and work as a for real server the rest of the week. So, instead of having a second job, I would have a complimentary job. But it all depends on the oil...

Until next time,

The Gulf has more problems than oil...

I have to say: a lot has gone on since I last updated. I would like to start off by saying in advance: sorry for any spelling mistakes. I am using a wireless keyboard that enjoys omitting several letters/spaces from my words. What happened to the beloved MacBook Pro? Oh. It won't connect to the ethernet. Whatttt? I know. Don't get me started. I have full plans to Google the problem as soon as I am done doing this and internet job searching.

Yes. You read that right. Job searching. What about the nice job serving that paid 9 dollars an hr plus tips? Well, I'm glad you asked. It is NOT what I expected at all. I am paid 9 dollars an hour to nearly die of heat exhaustion and run food out to lazy rich people that don't tip. It is not a job where each "server" is tipped based on their own service; it is one of those "Hey look at us we have a jar labled "tips" please throw the 30 cents change that we just handed you in this here jar." Now, I know. I am making NINE DOLLARS AN HOUR. However, I could do much, much better serving. So that is what I am doing now, looking for a serving position.

Oh, by the way, for those of you that don't know, I am in Florida (Destin...for those who are no geographically inclined, it's on the Gulf...hence blog title.) for the summer, trying to make a few bucks before I have to return to dreary old Cleveland. More to come. I am already tired of this keyboard.

Ciao,

Sophomore Slump or Comeback of the Year?

Yes. I know that Stanleycakes may have titled her post in this fashion first, but I had dibs! I don't even think I have ever heard her listen to Fallout Boy. Oh well. On to the post.

I wish I could do this more. But I really don't have the time.

My sophomore year of college is over. It's so hard to believe. So...let's take some time to reflect upon what has happened this year: the ups, the downs, I wouldn't trade it for anything.

I remember moving in like it was yesterday. Nothing too exciting happened. My mom helped me move in and stayed in the shittiest hotel in Cleveland.

I think the first significant thing that happened after I moved in was that I got a job. I went up to the Lonestar in North Olmsted and applied and got the job. Server. If you read my blog you already know that.

I also changed my major from Biology to Chemistry. I am going to be a high school chemistry teacher. Eventually.

I think that the most emotional thing that happened is something that I never even worry about now. In the fall of 2009, my father and the woman he is with, Teresa, had a fight and she kicked him out. He was homeless for a few days. I mentioned it to Kathy, his ex-wife and she told her kids. Her daughter, Amber, posted a comment on Teresa's myspace totally ripping her a new one for kicking my father out. Well, by the time that Teresa got the comment, she and my father were back together and things were fine (as fine as they are for those two. I will blog about their dysfunctional relationship later). Needless to say, she was extremely angry and my father was angry that I had told someone else what had happened. He called me up yelling and said: "I love you Sha-Ray, but I am not going to let you ruin my happiness." I don't remember what he said, but he threatened to disown me. Then, it was a big deal. Now, it's not.

That same day, Andy was in an accident on his way home. He was fine, but it was really scary.

Thanksgiving break was amazing. Read my post on it if you want to know about it.

My chemistry prof found out he had cancer and is now well on his way to beating it.

Christmas break was spent at my mom's house in Alabama. Nothing to exciting happened there. I had a good Christmas.

Spring break: Florida with Stanleycakes. (check out her blog, link above) That was really fun.

Easter and Andy's house. Fun event. Had Polish food that was terrible for you. Nothing too exciting happened there.

I spent a lot of time with Amanda (Stanleycakes). We got really close and I am glad. I don't know what I would do without her. She went through a LOT of ups and downs over the year. But that is her story to tell, not mine.

Andy. He is amazing. I love him more than anything. I don't want to sound all cliche and say that we got closer over the year, because we obviously did. I feel like we have been together a lot longer than a year and a half. I am planning to write a blog about the two of us later.

And that's pretty much all that happened. It was not a very eventful year. I feel like I got closer to some, and that I drifted away from others.

It was a good year, as far as I am concerned. :)

Before I start this blog I would like to give a big thank-you to The Wifeyfor re-designing my blog layout. I love it. It is gorgeous.

My last two weeks have been Hell. Well, maybe not Hell. But it was no tiptoe through the tulips. Friday, May 7th, I moved out of my dorm and said goodbye to my boyfriend for the summer. Or so I thought. I spent all of my time in Geneva making up for lost time with some old friends. I finally get back to Kathy's place at about 8ish. I get a message from Andy a little later saying that his father was really sick. Not more than 15 minutes later, he told me that his father had died and he asked me to come to Pennsylvania to be there for him.

Hardest trip of my life.

I spend the last two weeks with Andy and his family, helping them get through their hard time and helping out wherever I could.

Andy's father was a wonderful man and he touched countless peoples' lives. He will be forever missed.

I had a lot of people telling me what a great person I was for going and being with the family in their time of need. I did not even realize that it was an act of kindness; I was needed there, there was never any question of whether or not I would be there.

I know this is kind of choppy; I made the trip from Pennsylvania to Alabama today and I am really tired. I just wanted to post a quick update as to what I have been up to and why I have been absent for two weeks and why the promised "Sophomore Slump or Comeback of the Year" blog hasn't been posted yet. It is a work in progress.

Also-I am not comfortable blogging about Andy's father in detail yet. I have a lot of good stories to tell; I want to do Dr. Betts justice when I blog about him. He was a great man and he deserves the best recognition possible, not a winged post done on 6 hours of sleep and 11 hours of nonstop driving.

More is yet to come, stick around and see