Happy Birthday to me! I am now 22 years old, and don't feel any different.

Lots to do. Must party hard.
Lots of thanks yous go out to all those who have wished me a happy birthday. so much love.

I am so excited to party with my family and friends. Dinner every night this week and I am planning on lots of laughs. Just today at work I have laughed so hard I thought I might pee my pants. That is what I love about my life. I have so many great people around me, that I wouldn't trade for the world.

And my thank you goes to my mother. Thank you for having me. Thank you or raising me to be who I am. And thank you for being my guardian angel. 

Probably no cake for me.... no one likes a GF cake. I think I will just celebrate with ice cream. That sounds good. Nitro Circus tonight. So stoked. Oh and side note... tickets to Disneyland have been purchased. October needs to be now, well tomorrow. 

Dub out.

Woke up this morning in a rush to get to the office. Good thing my coworker wanted to go in later. Side note, I was planning on meeting her there. We like to go in when the office is closed on the same days. So I laid on the couch and closed my eyes for a few extra minutes. I then made my way to the office. I had to check the messages and enter payments. Blah Blah Blah.
I decided to wash my car. That turned into a freaking treat. The rock chip guy gave me three lectures on how I need to wax my car and protect it from the water spots I currently have. He even made the nice blonde chick tell me the same thing. I drive off to start the wash and thought I would have it dried and be done. Nope. Same guy runs over and starts to wipe it down. Mind you at this point, my doors and windows are locked. Just in case ya know? So as I am checking Instagram, the door pops open! A-face somehow got my door open. He then says, " Ma'am, could you step out of the car?" I said, "Excuse me?" He repeats himself. I stand up and look as he points to the hood of my car. He wanted to show me what he was talking about because he didn't feel that I understood. Jerk!!!! It is my freaking car and I will do what I want. Ugh. I was upset.

Aimee calls and reminds me that I need to go feed Molly. Check.
Stop at the grocery store and walk around with my bra showing. I had no idea. It is nude incase you weren't everyplace that I was, to see it and stare.

I finished my little errand day, by grabbing Chick-fil-a. The usual. Six piece, grilled nugget kids meal. Dr. Pepper and chick-fil-a sause. Nothing beats that.

Once I got the crap up the four hundred stairs and into the fridge, I sat down and started indexing and wouldn't you know, VERONICA MARS is on!!!!!! I am in heaven. We all know how much I love this show. Yes, I have seen the entire series several times, but that is what love is. Duh.

I plan on entertaining some great friends tonight. Ya know, games, girl talk and laughter. Be jealous. I even bought water and Dr. Pepper! Woah.

Okay, back to Veronica Mars. Logan Eckles is so fine and that bad boy personality that I love so much. Why isn't he real? Why isn't he dating me? Duncan is, well icky. Nerd, boring and just okay. Wallace is the best guy friend that you always love and he isn't bad to look at. But really, I want Logan.

I thought of more things I wish I knew the answer to:
Why does your head sometimes argue with your heart?
Why do you let something perfect, slip away?
And why don't I like peeing? I always wait till I am almost wetting myself. I just really don't like stopping what I am doing and going into a gross bathroom. When I have kids, it will be interesting to see if that changes. I like to think that my thoughts are pretty deep.

I have to go. This place stinks. I hate garbage. I also hate walking it downstairs. Those four hundred stairs really wear a person out.

Dub out.

Did you miss me?

Alright, second post for the day. This time from a computer, not my phone. 


Current status: Sitting on the couch, trying to get Netflix to work. I need to watch X Files. I bought myself a Dr. Pepper and I am ready to index and waste some time before I clean the kitchen and be productive.


I actually just got home from my errand running. Had lunch with my dad at Melty Way. Gobbled up a GF grilled cheese. He enjoyed a ruben. We then walked next door and got him a new watch band.
***We interrupt this program for breaking news. Netflix is back up and X Files is on.***
We then parted ways, back to work for him and Wells Fargo for me. August 1st, time to cash my paycheck. Then I made my way to Ikea. While I was there, I made a few notes. You know, important things I felt would be good to mention here.
1. Is it normal that I have every intention of buying everything for my house from this store?
2. Why am I walking along side these two gay guys, wearing Tevas?
3. Am I weird for spending a lot of time in the children's area, so I don't have to suck in my gut? Am I wrong to think that people will just assume I just started to show? Will they then look at my left hand and see that I am not wearing a wedding ring? Will they judge me? What is worse, people thinking I am pregnant out of wedlock or the fact that I know I need to wear a Spanx, but I don't? 
4. Can you register at Ikea? If you can, should I consider being the last grandchild to marry last so that they have lots of money to throw at me and buy all of the furniture that I want? Is that too risky, because what if they aren't around anymore? Is it too much to ask of them to save a lot of money for me?


After I thought about these things, I made my way to the self check-out. I had two things to buy. Two of the same thing. It took five minutes before the lady would come over and help me get the stupid scanner to work. 
On my way home, I stopped at "Sacrifice Point." This is a made up name for an area Aimee and I pass everyday. I parked like a creep infront of someones house. I then walked in the boiling heat and took a picture for her and sent it. She waiting too long to respond and give me the validation I longed for. But when she did, her response was laughter. That was exactly what I wanted. Mission accomplished.
The house was too hot when I got home. I changed into my shorts and turned on the air full blast. Now I am cold. Fail.


For the record, the song Radio by Hot Chelle Rae, will be on the actual radio and be very popular. I am calling it and would like it known that I did so. 
 Two fun facts: I didn't know that Minnie Driver was British. I like to walk on the blood that is at the bottom of the stairs of my apartment. I like to make up new stories, every time, in my head of how it got there.  


The creepy old man was outside today. He ALWAYS wears the dirty blue jump suit. He wears no shoes and moves his feet like Fred Flintstone to make his wheelchair go.  I am not sure if he knows what he is doing, but he creeps me out. I could tell that the two young girls that past him on their way to the pool, were creeped out too. I tried to say hi once, but he didn't hear me. How does he pay his rent? Hmmm.


The Three Little Turds are gone camping, until Sunday. I hate camping for that reason. I like playing with them whenever I want. Reasons why I miss them: Vincenzo refuses to call me by my name. It upsets me, but I think it is a sign of love. I tell myself that. Stinker Butt likes to slap me and climb on me. I like that too. And Sweat Head is usually just upset with me because I tease him, he teases me back and I don't baby him. He is so smart. He should be treated like the intelligent seven year old that he is.  And well, I guess I miss the parentals too. They are okay.


Before I leave you, I would like to make something clear. When reading, please channel your inner Kevin McCallister. He is my hero and I like the way he talks. I also think that we are the same person. Everything he did while he was alone, I would do too.


Dub out.

Back in action!

Alright ladies and gents. It has been two years since I have written anything on this blog of mine. For two reasons: I didn't give a shiz and I am lazy. But not anymore. I have a lot to say and this is where I am doing it. Blogging that is.

Current relationship status: Single as always.
Job: Still at the dental office and running the place. My pay does not reflect that statement. I like to think I do charity work everyday. Also, working the receptionist desk at OGIO International on Fridays. I likes it.
Where I sleep: Moved to an apartment. Where exactly? Duh! These are the interwebs. I am not stupid. Plus I have Facebook and Twitter. My personal info is already probably out there. But feel free to follow me- @kristeebills

Speaking of my apartment, I have a lot to say. New people moved in above me. At all hours of the day, they are playing football. This morning there was a bad fumble in the southeast corner. Immediately following, I hear a roar, what I imagine to be because a touchdown was scored. Congrats team children. I named them that because one they do most of the running and two the adult was upset. it must be half time now, because the field is quiet and I am bored.

Remember how I have a gluten allergy? Well my buds on the world wide web say that with a wheat allergy, comes another food allergy. I decided mine was to milk. I had obscene amounts of energy last night/this morning, and I drank a big plastic cup of chocolate milk. And them my intestines went cray cray. One more thing to add to the list.

Oooo oooo! August 1st today and that means the start of #photoadayaug.
I already uploaded my "outside" picture to instagram. (it is private, but go ahead and request the opportunity to see my junk. I mean pictures.)
I hope you all look forward to some awesome pictures this month. I have a lot of ideas. Tomorrow is "one" and my first thought was Justin Beiber and his song one less lonely girl. Smart I know. But then It reminded me that I am actually still alone and I don't really like that song. So that idea was flushed. Plus, I would never say what I am going to do before I do it. Too many haters.

Netflix has The X Files. I started watching. Now I have a love/hate relationship with the extraterrestrials. I can't stop watching, but I know that if I dust for prints on my air vents, we will have a match. I do however find comfort while sleeping, because my Lil Wayne cut out watches over me. (and the Katy Perry poster)

I need to get ready now. I shall leave you hanging, waiting for my next update that will make your life seem dull. Until then,

Dub out.