My New Nickname.

I finally got to meet the majority of my sister's friends last night at AppleBee's. I get it that place is completely lame but they like that kind of thing around here. There aren't very many hole in the wall type of bars, you know the ones that you and your friends go to all the time. For my friends and I at Google it was Skip & Jan's. My other friend's and I would go to Zipp's or to Ernie's we almost always ended up at Ernie's and we have shared a lot of amazing times together there.

Now when I met Travis and Georgie at culinary school almost two years ago they had to give me a nickname.. of course almost no one called me that. Thank god. It was Snookie. I mean really?? Snookie. You have got to be kidding me. And two years later my sister gets a puppy and names her Snookie? My life is a lie!

Back to the story. So I ended up talking to this guy named Corey who literally just moved here from Alaska like just a few months ago and had a serious tragic event take place just yesterday. This is a guy that had never had a Long Island Iced Tea until last night. I know what you are thinking but he explained to me that in Alaska there is literally one bar. One???? OMG I think I would be a very different person if that was the case for me. Actually I take that back I would be a very different person if that was the case because I definitely would not be the alcoholic that I have become. Ok, ok so I am not exactly and alcoholic...but sometimes I think that I could be right close.

Because of the simple fact that my ex is named Corey I have decided that I didn't want to call this guy that. I mean he seems like a sweet heart and why should I have to call him a name that I associate a jerk off with? So because it was a billion degrees and this guy was from Alaska and because this guy was pretty chill I decided his name was going to be Alaska. Pretty simple right? This guy named Corey would always be Alaska.

So rightfully so he fired back and called me Arizona. Which that one I don't mind. At least it isn't something stupid like Snookie. By the end of the night everyone at the table was calling me Arizona. So to Arkansanian's I am Arizona.

I think I like that. Arizona. I just might keep that nickname for a while. Well, as long as people call me that I will. Snookie didn't last long. So we shall see how long this one sticks. But I am pretty sure in the south people tend to keep their nicknames. Guess I got lucky it wasn't Bessy or something.


The end.

Good Deed Failed.

My last night in Tucson was kind of an interesting one. My brother and I stopped at Walgreens to get cigarettes and beer.

We milled around like most people do in a drug store because, lets face it... There is a lot of stuff to look at in the mini walmart. I mean by the time I walked out of there I had a key chain and another five items I probably didn't need. I even got to see someone who worked for me like four years ago. She really moved up in the world working at walgreens. But hey, its a job.

My brother ran into one of his many old lady girlfriends from the commissary. I swear if my brother ever really wanted to he could have a sugar mama no problem. They just love then some Andrew.

Anyway, back to my original story. So we walked outside and as we were getting in the car Kelly said that guy is homeless....with a dog. Should we give him money??? No because we don't know what he is going to do with the money. Kelly did make a valid point about the money thing though... She said, "What's the guy gonna do go start a savings account with the five dollars?"  Yeah, Kelly you are so right.

After about five minutes of contemplating... Andrew's sudden bowel movement was the deciding factor in us rushing away.  For those of you who know Andrew when he says he has to go he means like right now.

But for those of you who know me the best....you know I didn't really care about the homeless guy. I cared about the dog. Because really the dog didn't choose his life as the companion of a homeless man. But he suffers just the same if not worse than the guy who found himself in this situation.

Now for those of you who know dogs. They don't care what their situation is as long as someone is around that they can show unconditional love to. Dogs could care less if they were living in an alley or in the Taj Mahal. They just want to be with their "mama" or "daddy" because at the end of the day lets be honest a dog needs someone to take care of them. And people who have dogs need them to take care of them too. I know how much Lola and I depend on each other...it has surely killed me to be away from her for so long. Since she was moved to Little Rock Jamie tells me how much she looks for me too. Infact she said she was burying her face in my clothes like she was looking for me.

So when we got home Kelly and I made a quick decision to make up a care package for this homeless fellow and his dog.

We put about six cups of dog food in a ziploc bag. Made the guy two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, a bottle of water, a can of beer... Yes, beer...every homeless guy needs a beer and of course a roll of toilet paper. Yes, I was the one who thought about toilet paper because if you are homeless...you still have to take a dump like everyone else. So why not? I don't know about you but if you have ever been in a situation where you couldn't wipe it is not going to be a good situation... For anyone.

Michelle and I rushed out of the house with the care package. We were so excited to be doing a great deed for someone who cared enough for a dog to be his homeless buddy. If I was homeless I would have definitely appreciated someone like us thinking about me and my dog.

So Michelle and I get back to the parking lot where I had originally seen the guy and his dog... This guy was gone like a ninja. I mean we were only gone for like five minutes. We drove all over the entire shopping center looking for this guy and his dog.

I am not talking like we just drove around the parking lot we drive behind all the stores around the Taco Bell and the Mcdonalds. We looked in the desert and near each dumpster. The guy was no where.

We even asked the girl that was working at Walgreens if she had seen him. The one girl said no. The girl inside said that the girl outside smoking had chased him off. WTF?!?

This guy wasn't bothering her or anyone and obviously he needed food for him or the dog otherwise in my experience homeless guys generally stay in the desert. Plus, we took our time making that care package. Then some jerk had to chase him away. She didn't know his situation and neither did we... Who is to judge?

Plus, how could she take that away from us?!?!?! Blah!! All that hard work and effort we slammed into that care package! Eff you Walgreens girl! You ruined my night!

Good deed was an epic fail. But remember this the next time you are mean to someone who is homeless. That could be you one day. Just imagine what it would be like if someone went out of their way not to give you money... but to give you only what you needed to survive.

All it takes is one random act of kindness and you can change someones entire life.

I think that it changes my life everytime.

The end.

Oh boy...

Why is it that when I am making a huge change in my life a wrench has to be thrown right in my path? For example... I met this amazing guy... I know what you're thinking. Don't. I don't need a speech that says but Rachel don't make decisions off of a guy. Don't worry. I am not staying in Scottsdale. But I am highly contemplating coming back depending on how things go in Little Rock. Really because I am going to miss my friends so bad.

But the one thing that I almost have always complained about is the quality of the men here in Arizona. They are either perfect and gay or almost perfect and a complete  asshole.

Now suddenly I meet a great one in the last two weeks. Really?!? I don't get it. The last one that I meet is the sweetest guy I think I have met in
a long time.

But here's the catch...he is not from Arizona and totally wants to bail out! How perfect is he??? A great looking guy who is my age. Who has the same outlook on a lot of things, sweet, charming, a good head on his shoulders...And to make matters worse he is not just good looking he is completely hot.  I feel like I am being punished here. And bonus! Everyone likes him because he is such a nice person.

My friends don't like anyone...but this guy, they liked him before I knew him.

Maybe I just have bad karma? I try my best to keep the karmic wheel spinning in the right direction but some how it always manages to bite me in the ass.

For all I know he might be thinking the same thing. Doubtful but I will never know because I am too chicken to ask.

I totallly dig him. But the show goes on. Who knows maybe this girl will come back to Scottsdale one day. But like I always say... One step at a time.

Start my consulting company first... Then get the rest of my life in order. Who knows what will happen in the future? One thing I know is now I definitely have a standard because I have met him.

How many girls can say they have met a guy that meets all of the items on their check list?

This girl can.

The end.

Facebook...or should we say Fuckbook?

Why is it that no matter what I put on my facebook someone always gets so upset. I mean seriously, it is my facebook for a reason. I have the right to say what I wish but mostly I choose what I say to not really make it easy for people to really figure out who I am talking about...then someone has to say "But everyone is going to know it is me..." You're kidding me right?

Facebook kills a lot of relationships because we take things way to seriously on it. No one cares if you are wiping your ass and you want to share it with the world. Good for you I say. Hope you use enough toilet paper to avoid getting shitty fingers.

Anyway, my point is you can never go through life worrying about what other people think of you who do not matter otherwise. It isn't healthy. My 400+ friends have no fucking clue on who you are...nor do they care.

I think facebook should be called fuckbook because it fucks up a lot of relationships and friendships. Don't get me wrong I will not stop using it.. Because lets face it. I am a facebook junky.

The end.

My Last Day as a Googler...

Well, today is officially my last day as someone who works for Google. I am excited and I am scared at the same time. My time spent here though will be an experience I will never forget.

From the day that I set foot through those front doors I knew this would help me determine the rest of my life. I have done many things and seen many things. But I think that the advertising world is where I belong. I have made many different contacts here and I am sad to leave them all. But I know that I have made the best decision for me at this point in my life. I need a fresh start in a new place where no one knows me but my sister.

I will miss my Google family...we are all one in literally a million that will ever get to see the inside of this place.


The end.

The closer I get...

The more mixed feelings I have. I am glad I am committed to leaving based on the fact that Lola is there. If it wasn't for me sending her there two months ago I am not sure I would leave. I have had too many good people walk into my life in the last few weeks.

There is Chris. He is pretty amazing... so far he is ummm everything I have looked for. Wish I would have met him a lot sooner.

Then there is Bev and Autumn. We are all amazing together when we hang out and I am super sad to leave those girls.

There is Levi who is my twin except a little taller than me and he is a dude. Plus he is super hot and that always makes for a fun time. Too bad he is married.

Then there is Monica known her a while but we never spoke until recently and I have really grown to love her.

Then of course my best friends... I think Travis may have cried the other day when Chris and I left the bar. He told me that no matter what I can always come home. Meaning no matter where he is I will be able to come home. That made me cry.

Then there is Bekah. Oh my gosh I loved that girl the second I met her. I am so glad that Travis found her. There is nothing more that can say describe how much I will value her as a friend for the rest of my life.

Out of everyone I am going to miss George the most. Every time I think about it I want to cry. From the beginning I knew he would be there for me and I would be there for him. He said to me it didn't matter  what the circumstance, that it would always be him and me. No one else and he stuck by that. Now there isn't anyone more important than he and I.

I wish I could stay long enough to make sure he would never get into trouble. He is my protector and I am his. My life will never be the same without him near me. I miss him already and I am not even gone.

Time for Change...

I have lived in Scottsdale for over a year now. I have made amazing friends and lost some amazing friends. I have gone to school and dropped out...well, put that part of my life on pause again. I was an unemployed student, a kitchen manager and now I work for Google! I have been used and abused. I have loved and been loved. I have laughed and cried. I have been to dinners with friends and made dinner for friends. I have partied and been hung over. Had birthdays and been to birthdays. Given gifts and received gifts. Moved from one house to another. Been sick and taken care of sick friends. Studied and failed. Watched amazing sports (go cats!) Watched bad sports...stupid Pats. Taken road trips and taken my car to the shop. Learned about how sometimes my parents actually are right. Watched my sister move away then talked to her everyday. My best friend finally moved back to Tucson when I moved away. Missed another best friends wedding. Learned how to be strong and stand up for myself. Leaned on and been leaned on.

The point is that in that small amount of time that I have been here in Scottsdale I have made some memories that will last me forever and some even better friendships. It is now my time to move on.

I am happy about the times that I have had here and sad to leave those memories behind. But it is now the time.

So here is to you many memories of mine. I will keep you forever in my heart.