This is how Juicy does Uma.
Monday, January 30, 2006
Saturday, January 28, 2006
Well, Make Yourself Known...
I have a loyal reader from Taylor, Mississippi. They go to school at Ole Miss.
I just wanted to say to him/her, that was my first choice, if I had gone to an out-of-state school.
And leave a comment sometime or something.
I just wanted to say to him/her, that was my first choice, if I had gone to an out-of-state school.
And leave a comment sometime or something.
That Bitch Ain't Got Shit On Me...
Martha Stewart eat your heart out.
Tonight I bought a fantastic tablecloth. I accidently bought matching candles and it all perfectly matches my napkin.
I am an accidental domestic goddess. And it rocks.
And there's no one to come over and see it. :(
Tonight I bought a fantastic tablecloth. I accidently bought matching candles and it all perfectly matches my napkin.
I am an accidental domestic goddess. And it rocks.
And there's no one to come over and see it. :(
Friday, January 27, 2006
Where Have I Been...
I just heard today that Barbie and Ken broke up! No, not some B rate celebrity. Barbie. You know, the doll. After 40+ years, just up and left Ken. This spawned an entire day of thinking. Well, this and Courtney Love.
But anyway, what is that bitch's problem? I mean, this dude stood by her for 40 years and suddenly now, he's not good enough? He was there when she wanted to pursue her path to career enlightenment. And let's be serious, this bitch changes jobs more then a welfare momma.
For example:
And then it hit me.
ALL KEN DID WAS STAND BY HER SIDE WITH HIS TRUSTY SURFBOARD.
40 years. 40 years of his free loading ass standing around with that goddamn surfboard. I mean, ya, surfers can be hot. But for fuck's sake...Get a job. I guess it would be different, if you know, he was helping out around the house. But you know his type. His ass be at the beach every damn day with that stupid surfboard. Playing on the beach, macking on the sluts who also have no jobs. While Babs be busting ass working 9-5 to support his damn ass. And do you think his ass could be bothered to figure out where her shoe is. Girl done got a closet full of missing shoes. She got pumps in every color, but she only got one. Girl always seems to loose one of her shoes. So, you know, his ass could be helping a girl out there....But noooooo....He be at the beach. Making eyes with the high school girls who think he's all that because he's Ken and he's got his own car. Well, I bet he don't tell them that he didn't make a single payment on that little convertible. And I can just imagine he's talking about his house in Malibu...Again....Not his. Oh no. He be thinking he's the shit. When in fact it's Barb's hard working life that lets him keep waxing that damn surf board. I bet he doesn't even know how to surf. Just sits on the shore waxing the damn thing. His ass would be living in a box on the beach that he loves so much, if it weren't for Barbie.
So I guess I can understand why she left him. I probably wouldn't have waited 40 years to do it though.
And this is what I spent my morning thinking about. Before Courtney Love's face sprawled across my checkbook got me going.
But anyway, what is that bitch's problem? I mean, this dude stood by her for 40 years and suddenly now, he's not good enough? He was there when she wanted to pursue her path to career enlightenment. And let's be serious, this bitch changes jobs more then a welfare momma.
For example:
- Stewardess
- Pilot
- Fast Food
- Doctor
- Actress
- Race Car Driver
- Pop star
- Princess
- Teacher
- Super Hero
- Marine
- Ballerina
And then it hit me.
ALL KEN DID WAS STAND BY HER SIDE WITH HIS TRUSTY SURFBOARD.
40 years. 40 years of his free loading ass standing around with that goddamn surfboard. I mean, ya, surfers can be hot. But for fuck's sake...Get a job. I guess it would be different, if you know, he was helping out around the house. But you know his type. His ass be at the beach every damn day with that stupid surfboard. Playing on the beach, macking on the sluts who also have no jobs. While Babs be busting ass working 9-5 to support his damn ass. And do you think his ass could be bothered to figure out where her shoe is. Girl done got a closet full of missing shoes. She got pumps in every color, but she only got one. Girl always seems to loose one of her shoes. So, you know, his ass could be helping a girl out there....But noooooo....He be at the beach. Making eyes with the high school girls who think he's all that because he's Ken and he's got his own car. Well, I bet he don't tell them that he didn't make a single payment on that little convertible. And I can just imagine he's talking about his house in Malibu...Again....Not his. Oh no. He be thinking he's the shit. When in fact it's Barb's hard working life that lets him keep waxing that damn surf board. I bet he doesn't even know how to surf. Just sits on the shore waxing the damn thing. His ass would be living in a box on the beach that he loves so much, if it weren't for Barbie.
So I guess I can understand why she left him. I probably wouldn't have waited 40 years to do it though.
And this is what I spent my morning thinking about. Before Courtney Love's face sprawled across my checkbook got me going.
When Bankers Get Bored...
Somebody call FOX, I am telling you. My life could be broken done into about 3 different show and marketed to different networks. "When Bankers Get Bored", so seems like a FOX thing.
As with any customer service based business, from time to time, we have our downtimes. To the utter disgust of the office manager, we spend this time chatting, and letting our creativty run rampant. The vault teller and I are right next to each other, and our lilttle mind juices flowing together is usually a pretty entertaining cocktail.
One day this week, we conducted our own little 80's hit re-wrire. In example, "Holding out for a hero", became our ode to lowering your standards..."Holding out for a zero".
Our pride and joy has been the birth of our check printing company. We would be like the Hot
Topic of check printers. A guilty pleasure, if you will.
We plan on offering the following check patterns for your purchasing pleasure:
Bitches in History
-Featuring: Martha Stewart, Hilary Clinton, Cleopatra, Janet Reno
Pop Tarts
-Featuring: Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera, Pink, Jessica Simpson
Child Stars
-The Olsen Twins, Haley Joel Osmet, Jonathan Lipnicki, Gary Coleman
One Hit Wonders
-Dexy's Midnight Runners, Spice Girls, Eagle Eye Cherry
My Favorite Junkie
-Charlie Sheen, Kate Moss, Corey Hart
Overdoses We Love
-River Phoenix, Chris Farley, Jim Belushi
The Michael Jackson Collection
-A pictorial tribute to the evolution of his nose
Rappers the white boys love
-Nas, Tupac, Biggie Smalls, Snoop Dogg
The Courtney Love Collection
-Featuring 1 picture from each post-rehab court appearance (available in 137 designs)
We are just looking for some investors, if you are interested, we accept Paypal.
So next time you walk into your bank and the tellers stop talking, just imagine the thing those great minds could be discussing.
As with any customer service based business, from time to time, we have our downtimes. To the utter disgust of the office manager, we spend this time chatting, and letting our creativty run rampant. The vault teller and I are right next to each other, and our lilttle mind juices flowing together is usually a pretty entertaining cocktail.
One day this week, we conducted our own little 80's hit re-wrire. In example, "Holding out for a hero", became our ode to lowering your standards..."Holding out for a zero".
Our pride and joy has been the birth of our check printing company. We would be like the Hot
Topic of check printers. A guilty pleasure, if you will.
We plan on offering the following check patterns for your purchasing pleasure:
Bitches in History
-Featuring: Martha Stewart, Hilary Clinton, Cleopatra, Janet Reno
Pop Tarts
-Featuring: Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera, Pink, Jessica Simpson
Child Stars
-The Olsen Twins, Haley Joel Osmet, Jonathan Lipnicki, Gary Coleman
One Hit Wonders
-Dexy's Midnight Runners, Spice Girls, Eagle Eye Cherry
My Favorite Junkie
-Charlie Sheen, Kate Moss, Corey Hart
Overdoses We Love
-River Phoenix, Chris Farley, Jim Belushi
The Michael Jackson Collection
-A pictorial tribute to the evolution of his nose
Rappers the white boys love
-Nas, Tupac, Biggie Smalls, Snoop Dogg
The Courtney Love Collection
-Featuring 1 picture from each post-rehab court appearance (available in 137 designs)
We are just looking for some investors, if you are interested, we accept Paypal.
So next time you walk into your bank and the tellers stop talking, just imagine the thing those great minds could be discussing.
Thursday, January 26, 2006
Life As A Cyborg...
Did you know I was a robot? (This sentence instantly makes me 10 points cooler in my nephew's eyes btw)
Well, I mean I am not really a robot. I just display very automatic tendancies. I sometimes feel programmed. I go through so much of my day on auto-pilot.
My routine defines me.
I get up at the same time every day. Before I get in the shower every morning, I turn on the computer. After my shower, I play around on line for a bit. I get dressed. I do my hair. I start my car. I play on the internet some more. I eat the same breakfast everyday. I drive the same way to work everyday. I answer the phone the same way. I greet most customers the same way. I end every transaction with the same closing. I drive home the same way. I do the same things at home every night just before bed.
It got me thinking about how much of my day is automatic. Do I even know sometimes what I am doing? Am I missing parts of part of my life because I am on auto-pilot? Have I become a machine?
Now, I mean, I don't think I am missing out on life. I am living a life. I see my friends, I have wonderful phone calls with those closest to my heart that are far away almost nightly. It's a rare occassion if I don't see someone I love daily. My life is full. I consider myself a rich girl. But am I missing out on the little things because I am so wrapped up in my routine? The little things like...a flash of color on a grey day. A child playing in the snow on my street as I drive by. A little wave from my brother and nephew as I pass the school bus. A smile from a stranger in the check out line in the store. Do I sometimes miss the little things that make a life, a life?
Don't get me wrong. I love my routine. Like I said before, my routine defines me. There is safety in my routine. I have to wonder, does my routine trap me? Does anyone else ever feel like a robot?
Well, I mean I am not really a robot. I just display very automatic tendancies. I sometimes feel programmed. I go through so much of my day on auto-pilot.
My routine defines me.
I get up at the same time every day. Before I get in the shower every morning, I turn on the computer. After my shower, I play around on line for a bit. I get dressed. I do my hair. I start my car. I play on the internet some more. I eat the same breakfast everyday. I drive the same way to work everyday. I answer the phone the same way. I greet most customers the same way. I end every transaction with the same closing. I drive home the same way. I do the same things at home every night just before bed.
It got me thinking about how much of my day is automatic. Do I even know sometimes what I am doing? Am I missing parts of part of my life because I am on auto-pilot? Have I become a machine?
Now, I mean, I don't think I am missing out on life. I am living a life. I see my friends, I have wonderful phone calls with those closest to my heart that are far away almost nightly. It's a rare occassion if I don't see someone I love daily. My life is full. I consider myself a rich girl. But am I missing out on the little things because I am so wrapped up in my routine? The little things like...a flash of color on a grey day. A child playing in the snow on my street as I drive by. A little wave from my brother and nephew as I pass the school bus. A smile from a stranger in the check out line in the store. Do I sometimes miss the little things that make a life, a life?
Don't get me wrong. I love my routine. Like I said before, my routine defines me. There is safety in my routine. I have to wonder, does my routine trap me? Does anyone else ever feel like a robot?
Birthday Wishes...
Happy Birthday today to my Jakers.
If you are on myspace...you should go wish him happy happy 19th.
If you are on myspace...you should go wish him happy happy 19th.
Choices...
It's time to order new checks. I am faced with a dilemma. What shall I order?
Frog Frenzy (as an ode to Glen, my favorite little critter)
Sea Sanctuary (as an ode to my love affair with dolphins)
Mr and Mrs Potato Head (beause well, duh)
African-American History (because it's funny)
Beautiful Bugs (because well, I am a June Bug)
What do you think?
Frog Frenzy (as an ode to Glen, my favorite little critter)
Sea Sanctuary (as an ode to my love affair with dolphins)
Mr and Mrs Potato Head (beause well, duh)
African-American History (because it's funny)
Beautiful Bugs (because well, I am a June Bug)
What do you think?
Movie Mumblings...
I was a machine last night. So I Married An Axe Murderer, Lost in Translation, and The Wedding Crashers.
SIMAAM: Funny stuff. I forgot who funny Mike Meyers really was. Sometimes I get a little annoyed at the Austin Powers side on his humor. This reminded me why I love him.
LiT: Why did I wait so long to see this movie? I have owned it for like 2 years, and just now got around to watching it. I loved it!!!
WC: I was holding off seeing this movie for a reason. Owen Wilson comedies...scare me. This I actually almost enjoyed. It was pretty funny. I love Bradley Copper, so he totally saved the movie for me.
No movies tonight. Will and Grace and 4 Kings are on! YAY!
SIMAAM: Funny stuff. I forgot who funny Mike Meyers really was. Sometimes I get a little annoyed at the Austin Powers side on his humor. This reminded me why I love him.
LiT: Why did I wait so long to see this movie? I have owned it for like 2 years, and just now got around to watching it. I loved it!!!
WC: I was holding off seeing this movie for a reason. Owen Wilson comedies...scare me. This I actually almost enjoyed. It was pretty funny. I love Bradley Copper, so he totally saved the movie for me.
No movies tonight. Will and Grace and 4 Kings are on! YAY!
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Dentally Damned...
So if you recall, back in the summer, I set a record for dental cavities.
Today was my check-up. They were quick to remind me that there was unfinished work in there. Well, $3000, I bet there is.
I get done at one time what my insurance covers and then go from there.
Well, thankfully, there was no additional damage. But the hygenist frightened me.
It was suggested that I cut back my caffeine intact today. Not because coffee and soda are bad for your teeth, but apparently I have high blood pressure.
A couple of things here. Does your dentist check your BP for a check up? Second, don't they think being in that damn chair is enough to cause your BP to spike?
And why do they insist on talking to you when they have their hands in my mouth up to their wrists?
So I don't know what I am going to do about the BP thing, because it was pretty high today. I am not in a caffeine-giving-up kinda of place, so maybe I will just cut out salt and just eat more greens for now. But I think getting my stress under control just might be the key.
But it raises some serious health concerns for me, because I have always had really good blood pressure. I don't think I am really ready for a heart attack.
Today was my check-up. They were quick to remind me that there was unfinished work in there. Well, $3000, I bet there is.
I get done at one time what my insurance covers and then go from there.
Well, thankfully, there was no additional damage. But the hygenist frightened me.
It was suggested that I cut back my caffeine intact today. Not because coffee and soda are bad for your teeth, but apparently I have high blood pressure.
A couple of things here. Does your dentist check your BP for a check up? Second, don't they think being in that damn chair is enough to cause your BP to spike?
And why do they insist on talking to you when they have their hands in my mouth up to their wrists?
So I don't know what I am going to do about the BP thing, because it was pretty high today. I am not in a caffeine-giving-up kinda of place, so maybe I will just cut out salt and just eat more greens for now. But I think getting my stress under control just might be the key.
But it raises some serious health concerns for me, because I have always had really good blood pressure. I don't think I am really ready for a heart attack.
Don't Sit On Glen...
So I am frog sitting. Xan couldn't take his little tree frog, Glen, with him to sunny Cali, so he lives here until we can figure out how to ship him.
Well, at first Glen wanted nothing to do with me. But we are settling in now, and I can see differences.
He never used to let me touch him, and I can pick him up now.
He never wanted to take his food off my finger, and now he tries to eat my entire finger.
I really like him. It'll be sad when it's time for him to go.
Well, at first Glen wanted nothing to do with me. But we are settling in now, and I can see differences.
He never used to let me touch him, and I can pick him up now.
He never wanted to take his food off my finger, and now he tries to eat my entire finger.
I really like him. It'll be sad when it's time for him to go.
An Afternoon With Mommy Dearest...
I have never seen that movie....but it seems like I should.
I hadn't been over to Mom's lately, so I told her I would come over on Monday and relax with her. Little did I know, what I thought was going to be free laundry day, turned out to in fact be 'Serve Mom' Day.
I got there and was quickly whisked to the grocery store. 'Can you grab that?' 'I need this, it's on the other side of the store, do you mind?' An exasperating trip later, we were on our way back to her house.
'Would you mind carrying in those groceries?' 'Can you get me a glass of soda?' 'Can you go down to the garage and grab the ham for dinner out of the freezer?' 'Honey, before you sit...'
I wonder if the free laundry was worth it? I did have 3 loads and no laundry money so I imagine it was. I will say though, that I am going to hell based on the next fact. When she sent me to the garage freezer to get the ham for dinner, I did steal a few packages of meat. teehee!
While I was there, the mail came. I mentioned that Neckred got a tax form in the mail. To which I was astonished to here that he was waiting for 5 before he could process his taxes. 5! Can you believe it? I haven't ever had more then 2...and that's only if I switched jobs mid-year. 5! Crazy.
She invited me for dinner and the truth of the matter is that, I don't really have any food at home. Passing on a free meal would have been foolish. It was tasty as always, but a little akward.
I did learn that I can never move back home. Times might be tough right now, but I don't think I could ever go back there again. I couldn't live my life under that much control. Don't get me wrong, I love her. But the woman is a trip. If you think I am a drama queen, you should meet the master. I got nothing on this woman.
I hadn't been over to Mom's lately, so I told her I would come over on Monday and relax with her. Little did I know, what I thought was going to be free laundry day, turned out to in fact be 'Serve Mom' Day.
I got there and was quickly whisked to the grocery store. 'Can you grab that?' 'I need this, it's on the other side of the store, do you mind?' An exasperating trip later, we were on our way back to her house.
'Would you mind carrying in those groceries?' 'Can you get me a glass of soda?' 'Can you go down to the garage and grab the ham for dinner out of the freezer?' 'Honey, before you sit...'
AHHHHHHHH!!!
I wonder if the free laundry was worth it? I did have 3 loads and no laundry money so I imagine it was. I will say though, that I am going to hell based on the next fact. When she sent me to the garage freezer to get the ham for dinner, I did steal a few packages of meat. teehee!
While I was there, the mail came. I mentioned that Neckred got a tax form in the mail. To which I was astonished to here that he was waiting for 5 before he could process his taxes. 5! Can you believe it? I haven't ever had more then 2...and that's only if I switched jobs mid-year. 5! Crazy.
She invited me for dinner and the truth of the matter is that, I don't really have any food at home. Passing on a free meal would have been foolish. It was tasty as always, but a little akward.
I did learn that I can never move back home. Times might be tough right now, but I don't think I could ever go back there again. I couldn't live my life under that much control. Don't get me wrong, I love her. But the woman is a trip. If you think I am a drama queen, you should meet the master. I got nothing on this woman.
Holy Posts Batman...
I mean, you are like almost caught up to every little detail of my life you never cared to know...
Just one or two more...
Just one or two more...
Weekend Weirdness...
I hung out with Xan's friends alot of the weekend. Melody* called me up out of the blue and asked me to go with her to get her tattoo. I thought it was weird, but I needed to get out of the house. She wasn't able to get it done, but we had a ncie drive around town chatting. She needed to unload, and I needed to not htink about myself for a little bit of time. She's pretty sweet, and I hope she can work through the demons that have her down right now. We made plans to get together on Sunday and see a movie.
Sunday morning Ray-ray called me and stirred me off the couch to head to the Y. It was exactly what I needed. It has since spurred me to seek out financial assistance to obtain a membership. I can't afford food right now, but the workout would be a really good stress reliever and right now, I need that.
Sunday night, I went with Melody, Ray*, and Xan's former roommate Jason* to see The Chronicles of Narnia. It was a weird night. Melody and Ray kinda have a little something going on, although, it's unclear as to what exactly they are right now. And Jason, well he fell asleep for a bit. It was kinda funny. It's the 1st time I ever felt alone sitting in between people. It was alright though.
After the movie we thought the bar sounded good. It was fun for a little bit, but I just don't drink nearly as much as I used to and I get a little bored. So I headed home around 1. The night ended with a conversation with Xan and Bills.
*Notates their debut on this blog.
Sunday morning Ray-ray called me and stirred me off the couch to head to the Y. It was exactly what I needed. It has since spurred me to seek out financial assistance to obtain a membership. I can't afford food right now, but the workout would be a really good stress reliever and right now, I need that.
Sunday night, I went with Melody, Ray*, and Xan's former roommate Jason* to see The Chronicles of Narnia. It was a weird night. Melody and Ray kinda have a little something going on, although, it's unclear as to what exactly they are right now. And Jason, well he fell asleep for a bit. It was kinda funny. It's the 1st time I ever felt alone sitting in between people. It was alright though.
After the movie we thought the bar sounded good. It was fun for a little bit, but I just don't drink nearly as much as I used to and I get a little bored. So I headed home around 1. The night ended with a conversation with Xan and Bills.
*Notates their debut on this blog.
Movie Mumblings...
I watched ALOT of movies this weekend. It was something to occupy my mind, and I do love the movies. I saw Underworld 2, 28 Days Later, Closer, Sixteen Candles, Wicker Park, Tomb Raider and The Chronicles of Narnia.
UW2: Joe treated me out to this one, and the best part of the night, Sour Patch Kids. Trust me. I loved the 1st Underworld. Vampires, Werewolves, all things of the dark side of the night appeal to me.
I feel about this movie the same way I felt after the second Matrix. Cheated and empty.
It coulda been cool. But I imagine the first kid with Chicken Pox thought that too.
28DL: You know, I have seen this movie no less then 10 times, and I love it more everytime. It's raw, and addresses a very real fear. What if you woke up and the world had ended? This movie isn't so much about the infection, but the aftermath and the fear that comes with it.
Closer: This is not everyone's cup of tea. There are no special effects, no interesting camera angles, it's very dry. It dissects the guts of human relationships. It shows how much sex can confuse things. I love it. Despite the fact that Julia Roberts is in it, though, she does drop the 'C' word a couple of times.
SC: If you haven't seen this, Kiki and I shall beat you upside the head. It won't be fun.
WP: Well, it was exactly like you'd expect a Josh Hartnet suspense film to be. Predictable. It too had potential. I think with a little plot tweaking...it could have been something.
TR: The only thing I brought away from this movie is Angelina is not a chick I wanna cross. Other then that this movie wasn't interesting enough for me to put my magazine down.
Narnia: This movie was beautiful. It brought a childhood classic to life for me. From what I remember it was very true to the story that we all loved as kids.
Here's what the top 10 in my Netflix list is looking like...The Corpse Bride, Cinderella Man, Queer as Folk: Season 1 (so addicted), Bad News Bears, Valiant, The Baxter, Pretty Persuasion, Cellular, Rebound and Roll Bounce. I only have semi high hopes for about 4 of these disks, but we shall see.
UW2: Joe treated me out to this one, and the best part of the night, Sour Patch Kids. Trust me. I loved the 1st Underworld. Vampires, Werewolves, all things of the dark side of the night appeal to me.
I feel about this movie the same way I felt after the second Matrix. Cheated and empty.
It coulda been cool. But I imagine the first kid with Chicken Pox thought that too.
28DL: You know, I have seen this movie no less then 10 times, and I love it more everytime. It's raw, and addresses a very real fear. What if you woke up and the world had ended? This movie isn't so much about the infection, but the aftermath and the fear that comes with it.
Closer: This is not everyone's cup of tea. There are no special effects, no interesting camera angles, it's very dry. It dissects the guts of human relationships. It shows how much sex can confuse things. I love it. Despite the fact that Julia Roberts is in it, though, she does drop the 'C' word a couple of times.
SC: If you haven't seen this, Kiki and I shall beat you upside the head. It won't be fun.
WP: Well, it was exactly like you'd expect a Josh Hartnet suspense film to be. Predictable. It too had potential. I think with a little plot tweaking...it could have been something.
TR: The only thing I brought away from this movie is Angelina is not a chick I wanna cross. Other then that this movie wasn't interesting enough for me to put my magazine down.
Narnia: This movie was beautiful. It brought a childhood classic to life for me. From what I remember it was very true to the story that we all loved as kids.
Here's what the top 10 in my Netflix list is looking like...The Corpse Bride, Cinderella Man, Queer as Folk: Season 1 (so addicted), Bad News Bears, Valiant, The Baxter, Pretty Persuasion, Cellular, Rebound and Roll Bounce. I only have semi high hopes for about 4 of these disks, but we shall see.
The Dynasty Dynasty...
I have alot to catch you up on....so we will start with the easy one. My car.
Where last I left you I was waiting to hear from Dr. Jason. He's my mechanic. He and I got to know each other really well when I owned my Honda last year (piece of crap). He is one of the best in town, and in return...I am his best customer.
He called me on Friday afternoon telling me that he drove my car all day Friday and couldn't get it to act up or find anything wrong with it. The only thing he could find that might be causing me a problem was my fuel filter. So he changed that, and told me I could come pick it up. Well, I just about died. $175 later I was being told that he felt really bad and my next tow was free.
With my car luck, you can bet I will be cashing in on that.
Where last I left you I was waiting to hear from Dr. Jason. He's my mechanic. He and I got to know each other really well when I owned my Honda last year (piece of crap). He is one of the best in town, and in return...I am his best customer.
He called me on Friday afternoon telling me that he drove my car all day Friday and couldn't get it to act up or find anything wrong with it. The only thing he could find that might be causing me a problem was my fuel filter. So he changed that, and told me I could come pick it up. Well, I just about died. $175 later I was being told that he felt really bad and my next tow was free.
With my car luck, you can bet I will be cashing in on that.
Monday, January 23, 2006
Where Did She Go...
I haven't blogged in days. Had a strange weekend. Not strange bad...just strange...
I promise....I will blog bunches tonight after I have dinner with the parental units. That in itself should produce some good blog fodder.
I promise....I will blog bunches tonight after I have dinner with the parental units. That in itself should produce some good blog fodder.
Friday, January 20, 2006
Sleepless Hours And Dreamless Nights Are Far Away...
Well, I am back. I can’t exactly describe what I am back from, but I am back.
Wednesday morning, Xan, Rebecca and I departed for Chi-town. They promptly plugged in their mp3 players and fell asleep. It’s cool. I carried on a very entertaining conversation with myself.
We got to the hotel with minimal screw-ups. We sat in the parking lot of the Econolodge in silence for a few minutes before I asked, “Does anyone feel safe staying here?” The dead silence that followed was a pretty clear no. There were hardly any signs indicating that it even was a hotel like establishment. The building looked a little too ‘run-down crack house’ for the white kids. So we were off to find a hotel where we might not get a STD, and one were they didn’t spell Jacuzzi with a ‘k’. Thankfully, since we were in the immediate company of O’Hare, our options were endless. We ended up at a very nice Comfort Inn.
After checking in, we were off on a food finding mission. I called Joe and he pulled up a map (you can view a transcript of the conversation here) and away we went. We drove around Chicago for a couple of hours discovering it our way. Meaning, lost and never actually making it ‘downtown’ but that’s cool. Rebecca lost a part of her soul in traffic, and had to be sedated. She is not a fan of the driver’s down there. Xan and I on the other hand, had a blast. I could not think of a better way to spend my last night with him. It was the night before life goes on, it had to be fun. We were pimping out to ‘music to shoot the white folk by’ and Mexican polka. Giggles and jokes ran wild for a few hours. It was perfect.
After quite a bit of driving, we voted on Chipotle’s for dinner. Did you know that Chipotle’s is in a land that only parallel parkers can get to?? Well, it is. And I am not one of those drivers. After driving around the block 40 times (give or take 35) and getting lost (yes, we got lost going around the block), we finally got there. The food was…eh. Ok, I guess. After dinner it was back to hotel. We had to be up at 5.30, so we had to get some sleep. It was a sad sleep.
Bright and early at 5.30, the alarm went off. The day began with a blaring alarm. That might have been the best part of my entire day. We sat silent on the shuttle. No one uttered a word. Silent tears ran down somber faces.
The check-in at the airline went way too fast. Before I knew what was going on, we were at the security checkpoint. We stood in line with him as long as we possibly could, no one wanting to let go or say good-bye. When the time came, the only thing we had time for was a hug and a quick ‘I love you’, and we had to get out of line. In a small way, I am thankful that we didn’t have more time for a more drawn out good-bye. It was hard enough for me walking arm in arm with him to the security checkpoint. I thought I was ready for it but I just wasn’t. Rebecca and I stood there crying until we couldn’t see him anymore. At that point, the only thing left to do was, get on with life.
Our attempt to catch a cab back to the hotel was an adventure. Our Russian cab driver…spoke VERY broken English and didn’t know where our hotel was despite the fact that I told him the road it was on…and the fact that he had a GPS on the dashboard. $22 later (it’s a 10 mile ride), we were safely back at the hotel. After inhaling some food, we both thought it best to get as far away from Chicago as soon as we could.
Cruising along on the toll way, I am talking to a friend to keep myself from crying (it didn’t work, fyi) and suddenly I noticed that I am in an ‘I-Pass’ lane. So yea, didn’t pay that toll. Wonderful, I ticket seems exactly what I need. Well, turns out you can fill out some extra paperwork and pay up at the next toll. After stopping for some food (and Starbucks, Cinnamon Dolche Latte. SO GOOD), we were back on our way. The trip up until about 70 miles from home, went without incident.
At which point, I started noticing that my car was jerking a bit. So I pulled over. After recently replacing the transmission, I wasn’t going to push it. I called my little brother up, he suggested to just park for awhile and try it again. It didn’t get any better. It was fine at like 40 mph, but anything over that was bad news. So I limped my car into Wausau and after running all over Wausau looking for a mechanic, I ended up at the dealership.
Rebecca and I sat there for a hour. During which time, I fielded about 300 phone calls. Including one from Xan. His plane had arrived safely in sunny California and he was in the arms of the man he loved. I tried not to let him know what was going on here…but that didn’t really work out so well. I tried to keep our conversation light hearted and brief, because well, I didn’t want to bum him out. Well, the mechanic came back and told me that they drove my car for 20 miles and nothing at all happened. That my car was fine, must have been a fluke and sent me on my way. Rock on.
I felt instantly better. Rebecca and I headed to the mall then. A few purchases later, we headed home. 35 minutes later I was calling a tow truck and my roommate to pick us up off the side of the road.
We get to town and before dropping Rebecca off home; we swing by the bank to settle up on room costs. At which point in time, I discover I do not have my purse. More then likely, it’s in my car. My car, that was sitting on the side of the highway unlocked, with the key in the ignition. Great. Amy calmly tells me that it’s no big deal; we will just go to the shop and grab my purse out of the car. And at this very second, the shop calls. The conversation started like this.
“June, we can’t find your car.”
No car means no purse. My purse. Credit cards, debit card, checkbook, iPod (which I would be heartbroken mind you), work keys, roommate’s digital camera…my life is in that purse that is now missing.
After an hour or so of waiting (and a panic attack), I couldn’t stand it any longer. I hijacked Amy’s car and was off to the shop. I pulled in as he was parking the tow truck. My purse was safely on the seat and my car had been located. After some light conversation with the mechanic, who I am really getting to be friendly with, I headed home.
After I had the chance to talk to Xan and re-tell my horror story that was my Thursday, and find out about his first afternoon in California; Amy and her boyfriend drug me to the bowling alley for a few drinks and to talk to Melanie. I wasn’t in the mood to drink, because I had to baby-sit this morning, but I did want to see Melanie. Except it was too busy to actually talk to her. Who goes to the bar on a Thursday night? A LOT of people evidently, so we didn’t really stay that long.
We stopped at McDonalds to get some food before coming home. I hadn’t eaten since like 9:30 a.m. and well, McDonalds was a bad idea. I threw it up at 3 a.m. I blame my nerves. I wanted to sleep on the couch again tonight, but because we had company I was forced to spend the night in my room. I slept on the floor until my ringing cell phone woke me up at 6:30. There was no going back to sleep after that.
So that’s what my Chicago trip shaped up like. I borrowed my roommate’s car for a bit this morning so I could get out of the house…it didn’t help.
Now, I sit and wait for the phone to ring. Waiting for people to call, waiting for the shop to call...
But I might go see Underworld 2 tonight.
Wednesday morning, Xan, Rebecca and I departed for Chi-town. They promptly plugged in their mp3 players and fell asleep. It’s cool. I carried on a very entertaining conversation with myself.
We got to the hotel with minimal screw-ups. We sat in the parking lot of the Econolodge in silence for a few minutes before I asked, “Does anyone feel safe staying here?” The dead silence that followed was a pretty clear no. There were hardly any signs indicating that it even was a hotel like establishment. The building looked a little too ‘run-down crack house’ for the white kids. So we were off to find a hotel where we might not get a STD, and one were they didn’t spell Jacuzzi with a ‘k’. Thankfully, since we were in the immediate company of O’Hare, our options were endless. We ended up at a very nice Comfort Inn.
After checking in, we were off on a food finding mission. I called Joe and he pulled up a map (you can view a transcript of the conversation here) and away we went. We drove around Chicago for a couple of hours discovering it our way. Meaning, lost and never actually making it ‘downtown’ but that’s cool. Rebecca lost a part of her soul in traffic, and had to be sedated. She is not a fan of the driver’s down there. Xan and I on the other hand, had a blast. I could not think of a better way to spend my last night with him. It was the night before life goes on, it had to be fun. We were pimping out to ‘music to shoot the white folk by’ and Mexican polka. Giggles and jokes ran wild for a few hours. It was perfect.
After quite a bit of driving, we voted on Chipotle’s for dinner. Did you know that Chipotle’s is in a land that only parallel parkers can get to?? Well, it is. And I am not one of those drivers. After driving around the block 40 times (give or take 35) and getting lost (yes, we got lost going around the block), we finally got there. The food was…eh. Ok, I guess. After dinner it was back to hotel. We had to be up at 5.30, so we had to get some sleep. It was a sad sleep.
Bright and early at 5.30, the alarm went off. The day began with a blaring alarm. That might have been the best part of my entire day. We sat silent on the shuttle. No one uttered a word. Silent tears ran down somber faces.
The check-in at the airline went way too fast. Before I knew what was going on, we were at the security checkpoint. We stood in line with him as long as we possibly could, no one wanting to let go or say good-bye. When the time came, the only thing we had time for was a hug and a quick ‘I love you’, and we had to get out of line. In a small way, I am thankful that we didn’t have more time for a more drawn out good-bye. It was hard enough for me walking arm in arm with him to the security checkpoint. I thought I was ready for it but I just wasn’t. Rebecca and I stood there crying until we couldn’t see him anymore. At that point, the only thing left to do was, get on with life.
Our attempt to catch a cab back to the hotel was an adventure. Our Russian cab driver…spoke VERY broken English and didn’t know where our hotel was despite the fact that I told him the road it was on…and the fact that he had a GPS on the dashboard. $22 later (it’s a 10 mile ride), we were safely back at the hotel. After inhaling some food, we both thought it best to get as far away from Chicago as soon as we could.
Cruising along on the toll way, I am talking to a friend to keep myself from crying (it didn’t work, fyi) and suddenly I noticed that I am in an ‘I-Pass’ lane. So yea, didn’t pay that toll. Wonderful, I ticket seems exactly what I need. Well, turns out you can fill out some extra paperwork and pay up at the next toll. After stopping for some food (and Starbucks, Cinnamon Dolche Latte. SO GOOD), we were back on our way. The trip up until about 70 miles from home, went without incident.
At which point, I started noticing that my car was jerking a bit. So I pulled over. After recently replacing the transmission, I wasn’t going to push it. I called my little brother up, he suggested to just park for awhile and try it again. It didn’t get any better. It was fine at like 40 mph, but anything over that was bad news. So I limped my car into Wausau and after running all over Wausau looking for a mechanic, I ended up at the dealership.
Rebecca and I sat there for a hour. During which time, I fielded about 300 phone calls. Including one from Xan. His plane had arrived safely in sunny California and he was in the arms of the man he loved. I tried not to let him know what was going on here…but that didn’t really work out so well. I tried to keep our conversation light hearted and brief, because well, I didn’t want to bum him out. Well, the mechanic came back and told me that they drove my car for 20 miles and nothing at all happened. That my car was fine, must have been a fluke and sent me on my way. Rock on.
I felt instantly better. Rebecca and I headed to the mall then. A few purchases later, we headed home. 35 minutes later I was calling a tow truck and my roommate to pick us up off the side of the road.
We get to town and before dropping Rebecca off home; we swing by the bank to settle up on room costs. At which point in time, I discover I do not have my purse. More then likely, it’s in my car. My car, that was sitting on the side of the highway unlocked, with the key in the ignition. Great. Amy calmly tells me that it’s no big deal; we will just go to the shop and grab my purse out of the car. And at this very second, the shop calls. The conversation started like this.
“June, we can’t find your car.”
No car means no purse. My purse. Credit cards, debit card, checkbook, iPod (which I would be heartbroken mind you), work keys, roommate’s digital camera…my life is in that purse that is now missing.
After an hour or so of waiting (and a panic attack), I couldn’t stand it any longer. I hijacked Amy’s car and was off to the shop. I pulled in as he was parking the tow truck. My purse was safely on the seat and my car had been located. After some light conversation with the mechanic, who I am really getting to be friendly with, I headed home.
After I had the chance to talk to Xan and re-tell my horror story that was my Thursday, and find out about his first afternoon in California; Amy and her boyfriend drug me to the bowling alley for a few drinks and to talk to Melanie. I wasn’t in the mood to drink, because I had to baby-sit this morning, but I did want to see Melanie. Except it was too busy to actually talk to her. Who goes to the bar on a Thursday night? A LOT of people evidently, so we didn’t really stay that long.
We stopped at McDonalds to get some food before coming home. I hadn’t eaten since like 9:30 a.m. and well, McDonalds was a bad idea. I threw it up at 3 a.m. I blame my nerves. I wanted to sleep on the couch again tonight, but because we had company I was forced to spend the night in my room. I slept on the floor until my ringing cell phone woke me up at 6:30. There was no going back to sleep after that.
So that’s what my Chicago trip shaped up like. I borrowed my roommate’s car for a bit this morning so I could get out of the house…it didn’t help.
Now, I sit and wait for the phone to ring. Waiting for people to call, waiting for the shop to call...
But I might go see Underworld 2 tonight.
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
Tuesday...
Well, here it is. Tuesday. I have never been so scared to see Tuesday in my entire life. Well, maybe one other time, but I think MrsGiggles left on a Friday.
Tomorrow morning, I will pull out of the driveway and head to Chicago. I suddenly hate Chicago. Ordinarily, a road trip sounds fun. This one will be overshadowed by the word goodbye. You see, Xan has a life to catch. Flight 1487 will depart for O'Hare at 9 a.m. Thursday morning. His return flight will arrive the following Friday, and he won't be on it.
Today I am going to be sad. I can't be tomorrow.
Goodbye is a scary word. I believe it to be more of a case of "See you later", then "goodbye", but finding peace in either word is just not happening right now. I don't know where as I am going to really get my chance to privately say goodbye, and that upsets me even more. I don't want my only shot at goodbye to be in some crappy hotel room, or even worse an airport.
I hope to get a chance to blog more today...I have thoughts to finish....but I don't see that happening.
If I can't get back here before I leave in the morning, I will return Thursday...but I may not return to the blogging world until Friday.
Tomorrow morning, I will pull out of the driveway and head to Chicago. I suddenly hate Chicago. Ordinarily, a road trip sounds fun. This one will be overshadowed by the word goodbye. You see, Xan has a life to catch. Flight 1487 will depart for O'Hare at 9 a.m. Thursday morning. His return flight will arrive the following Friday, and he won't be on it.
Today I am going to be sad. I can't be tomorrow.
Goodbye is a scary word. I believe it to be more of a case of "See you later", then "goodbye", but finding peace in either word is just not happening right now. I don't know where as I am going to really get my chance to privately say goodbye, and that upsets me even more. I don't want my only shot at goodbye to be in some crappy hotel room, or even worse an airport.
I hope to get a chance to blog more today...I have thoughts to finish....but I don't see that happening.
If I can't get back here before I leave in the morning, I will return Thursday...but I may not return to the blogging world until Friday.
Monday, January 16, 2006
Sunday, January 15, 2006
Saturday, January 14, 2006
Adventures Of A Party Planner, Pt. 2...
So I am scurrying out the door to go fetch Xan to take part in his party and I am outside chatting up Joe.
I end the conversation, and walk towards the car.
I did not see the ice.
I have a rather impressive bruise on my thigh.
It hurts.
I end the conversation, and walk towards the car.
I did not see the ice.
I have a rather impressive bruise on my thigh.
It hurts.
Friday, January 13, 2006
Adventures Of A Party Planner, Pt. 1...
This could be a long series tonight...
Well, tonight is Xan's surprise going away party. And if I did everything right, he has no clue. Firstly, one must appreciate just how tough it is to throw a surprise party when you live with the person. It's not the keeping the secret part that is hard (although I had/have my doubts as to whether it's still a secret), it's the hiding all the stuff. Ever try to hide CASE of soda and beer? How about jell0-shots? A giant tray of taco dip?
These are not easy things to hide. I would like to think I rose to the challenge.
The phone has been ringing quite a bit and I am getting excited...I don't think we are going to have ALOT of people...But a fair amount.
So here's my funny story of the night (so far). Since Xan is moving to California next week *sniff sniff tear I'm Sad*, we had this idea of snow play. No snow in California....so we shall take to the snow and play like kiddies! Well, we also had this idea of white christmas lights glistening in the snow. I drug my feet on this part. So here I am, trudging through the snow in the dark stringing lights across the snow...in my OPEN TOPPED SNEAKERS!!! What a dumb ass! I have this open topped workout sneakers that I wear everywhere. I thought these were the best foot wear for this. Not my new snow boots. My workout shoes. What a dumb girl. So needless to say, I have cold, wet feet right now.
I am a little concerned about the cars attracting some attention. This is where Kiki comes into play. I just told him this evening that Kiki was having some people over and it might get kind of loud tonight. He gave me this WTF do I care who the neighbor has over? look...I was amused.
I am bummed that our friend Tiff from the Island City north of here, can't make it tonight. She is dealing with some very scary health problems, I am concerned for her. I think we shall go visit her Sunday morning if she is feeling up to it.
Well, I am going to get off the damn computer and do something...
If everything goes well, you won't hear from me until the morning....but this is me....there is still time for me to screw this up and entertain you with said stupidity.
Well, tonight is Xan's surprise going away party. And if I did everything right, he has no clue. Firstly, one must appreciate just how tough it is to throw a surprise party when you live with the person. It's not the keeping the secret part that is hard (although I had/have my doubts as to whether it's still a secret), it's the hiding all the stuff. Ever try to hide CASE of soda and beer? How about jell0-shots? A giant tray of taco dip?
These are not easy things to hide. I would like to think I rose to the challenge.
The phone has been ringing quite a bit and I am getting excited...I don't think we are going to have ALOT of people...But a fair amount.
So here's my funny story of the night (so far). Since Xan is moving to California next week *sniff sniff tear I'm Sad*, we had this idea of snow play. No snow in California....so we shall take to the snow and play like kiddies! Well, we also had this idea of white christmas lights glistening in the snow. I drug my feet on this part. So here I am, trudging through the snow in the dark stringing lights across the snow...in my OPEN TOPPED SNEAKERS!!! What a dumb ass! I have this open topped workout sneakers that I wear everywhere. I thought these were the best foot wear for this. Not my new snow boots. My workout shoes. What a dumb girl. So needless to say, I have cold, wet feet right now.
I am a little concerned about the cars attracting some attention. This is where Kiki comes into play. I just told him this evening that Kiki was having some people over and it might get kind of loud tonight. He gave me this WTF do I care who the neighbor has over? look...I was amused.
I am bummed that our friend Tiff from the Island City north of here, can't make it tonight. She is dealing with some very scary health problems, I am concerned for her. I think we shall go visit her Sunday morning if she is feeling up to it.
Well, I am going to get off the damn computer and do something...
If everything goes well, you won't hear from me until the morning....but this is me....there is still time for me to screw this up and entertain you with said stupidity.
So Anyway....
I had this giant post prepared from yesterday. Emailed it to myself at home so I could post it....yea it's lost....
So screw it. I am not typing the damn thing over.
*yawns and stretches* I am hella tired this morning.
Sorry about the pick-up line yesterday (or lack there of). That was one on the lost things in said post. I will maybe get up early and post on Saturday. Early being noon of course. I don't feel well, and it's sleep related. Hopefully tonight, I will be able to take a little nap, before Joe comes over. Haven't had a proper 'Friday' in sometime. Tonight might just be it's glorious return. I can only hope, but I will fill you in as to why later.
I am suffering from the morning 'shivers' this morning as I like to call them. It's that time after I just get out of the steaming hot shower and no amount of blankets in the world can brace me for the tempeture in my living room. It's not bad, but after a shower, you notice it. So my fingers just shake and convulse as they are the only things exposed to the 'elements' so to speak.
I am sitting here thinking of ways to get out of work to sleep. I think I am going to go home after balancing. At the very latest. If I can get out of there after lunches, I will.
I know you will just be holding your breath waiting to hear from me after work. It's only a mere 9 1/2 hours away. You can make it. I promise.
Well, I should throw some clothes on here pretty quick. I have an action packed weekend ahead. So keep your eyes open for actual posts (since I don't do that much anymore).
So screw it. I am not typing the damn thing over.
*yawns and stretches* I am hella tired this morning.
Sorry about the pick-up line yesterday (or lack there of). That was one on the lost things in said post. I will maybe get up early and post on Saturday. Early being noon of course. I don't feel well, and it's sleep related. Hopefully tonight, I will be able to take a little nap, before Joe comes over. Haven't had a proper 'Friday' in sometime. Tonight might just be it's glorious return. I can only hope, but I will fill you in as to why later.
I am suffering from the morning 'shivers' this morning as I like to call them. It's that time after I just get out of the steaming hot shower and no amount of blankets in the world can brace me for the tempeture in my living room. It's not bad, but after a shower, you notice it. So my fingers just shake and convulse as they are the only things exposed to the 'elements' so to speak.
I am sitting here thinking of ways to get out of work to sleep. I think I am going to go home after balancing. At the very latest. If I can get out of there after lunches, I will.
I know you will just be holding your breath waiting to hear from me after work. It's only a mere 9 1/2 hours away. You can make it. I promise.
Well, I should throw some clothes on here pretty quick. I have an action packed weekend ahead. So keep your eyes open for actual posts (since I don't do that much anymore).
Thursday, January 12, 2006
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
Movie Mumblings...
So last night I watched The Fantastic Four again. I saw it in the theaters when it first came out, and wasn't impressed in the least. I decieded to give it another chance and before long, it arrived at my door.
Well, it was less impressive the second time around. All the elements of a good movie are there. Comic book superheros even come with their own built-in fan base. It's almost a never fail formula.
This movie takes far too much time setting up the story instead of getting right in the dirty dirty. There is way too much of the emotional side to it. The movie is half over before you see anything 'super hero' happen.
It by far was not the worst movie I have ever seen. It was still far better then the Deuce Bigalow's and Jeepers Creepers of the world. Truth be known, it was a super long trailer for the sequel. And there will be one....because well, it's hollywierd. And if Deuce Bigalow and Jeepers Creepers get sequels, everybody can have one.
I fell asleep on the couch last night watching Clueless. God, I love that movie.
Well, it was less impressive the second time around. All the elements of a good movie are there. Comic book superheros even come with their own built-in fan base. It's almost a never fail formula.
This movie takes far too much time setting up the story instead of getting right in the dirty dirty. There is way too much of the emotional side to it. The movie is half over before you see anything 'super hero' happen.
It by far was not the worst movie I have ever seen. It was still far better then the Deuce Bigalow's and Jeepers Creepers of the world. Truth be known, it was a super long trailer for the sequel. And there will be one....because well, it's hollywierd. And if Deuce Bigalow and Jeepers Creepers get sequels, everybody can have one.
I fell asleep on the couch last night watching Clueless. God, I love that movie.
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
Damn Over-Achievers...
First Mr. All-American Head Coach....Now this....
I must be the least ambitious person in my graduating class.
I must be the least ambitious person in my graduating class.
Now I Got My Foot Through The Door...
Blow me away. I got a raise today. Double what I got last year.
I guess I can't quit today. Now what am I going to do? That just ruins my whole day...
I guess I can't quit today. Now what am I going to do? That just ruins my whole day...
I Was Lying On The Grass On Sunday Morning Of Last Week...
The sun is out today. Actually out. It is the first day in WEEKS that the sun has shown itself in Nowhere. It's colder then piss, but the sun is out.
So things must be getting better.
So things must be getting better.
Friday, January 06, 2006
Movie Mumblings...
Deuce Bigalow:European Gigalo...
That's time of my life I am never going to get back.
The Island...
I DUG THIS MOVIE!!! So much. It wasn't great. But it was good guilty pleasures. I don't say this often....good, stupid action movie
The 40 Year-Old Virgin...
I laughed my ass off. This was funny as hell. I didn't want to laugh, but there are some very funny scenes. Chest wax....FUNNY!! I totally caved on this movie. The laughs were predictable but funny none the less. Just go with it.
Right now I am watching and currently loving Boondock Saints. Cute boys!! (Not William Dafoe, ftr).
That's time of my life I am never going to get back.
The Island...
I DUG THIS MOVIE!!! So much. It wasn't great. But it was good guilty pleasures. I don't say this often....good, stupid action movie
The 40 Year-Old Virgin...
I laughed my ass off. This was funny as hell. I didn't want to laugh, but there are some very funny scenes. Chest wax....FUNNY!! I totally caved on this movie. The laughs were predictable but funny none the less. Just go with it.
Right now I am watching and currently loving Boondock Saints. Cute boys!! (Not William Dafoe, ftr).
The Best Things In Life Are Free...
2006 has not been a banner year to start off.
Thursday I had every right to rage like a thunderstorm. What did I do instead? I made friends with 2 bottles of wine. It was alright. I hadn't had a decent hangover in quite sometime. I was due...
I was written up. I was in the office for 45 mins. So, it wasn't your average lashing. I got my ass kicked. To be honest, I have had it coming for quite some time and I deserved it. I called in on Wednesday. I forgot that my drawer was a disaster. I forgot that I had almost double my cash limit in my cash drawer. I forgot that I had stuff I was putting off hidden. So I got nailed on all that.
But they didn't stop there. I was basically accused of 'force balancing' my drawer. Which means they suspect me of holding back cash to make my drawer balance out. Ok...this is not true. But whatever I guess.
They told me that I needed to check my attitude at the door. Everyone knows how I feel. They have all been there. Ok, excuse me? You know how I feel??? You know what it's like to not be able to be groceries? You know what it's like to not know where the gas money is going to come from? You know what it's like to not want to let anyone down? You know what it's like not to sleep for days at a time? You know what it's like to live your life for other people? You know what it's like to completely let yourself be taken advantage of DAILY? You know what it's like to give yourself completely and have certain people in your life just take until there's nothing left? Ya, I didn't think so. Their door is always open to me if I ever just need to talk. They see me crying when I think no one is looking. They want me to know I am not alone. They have been there. Doubtful from their houses on the hill. And if I can't feel that I can talk to them, we do have an employee assistance line. Yes, employer 'controlled' therapists. That's exactly what I need. I feel I can completely trust them *insert snarky sarcasm here*.
And just when I thought I was hitting rock bottom....I got smacked again. They pulled out a report saying I spend too much time on line and using email. Hmmm. No way. Trish and I carry on 6 hour comversations through myspace. That's too much? I email AP like 40 times a day. That's too much? Hmmm. Ok so I had that one coming. But....got an ass kicking on it.
So when the 'actual' write up was over, they are trying to soften the blow and be all nicey nice and tell me what a great worker I am. WTF???? If I am so great why am I here? After they let me out, I get an email telling me how much my teller bonus for December was. $114!! And again thanking me for my great work. Are you as confused as me yet? And then they tell me that my 4th quarter 'referral' payout is also $100. And if everything gets processed on time...it'll be on next week's check... HOLY CRAP BATMAN!!! Are you kidding? I might have money to actually spend?? I haven't had money in so long, I forget what it's like.
So that's my work drama. Sort of. They are also changing the referral program....What that amounts to is that they are taking away the cash payout portion and replacing it with entries into a drawing. What the hell is that about? Are we making too much money off of them?
That's why you won't be getting as much blog platter from me anymore during the day.
Thursday I had every right to rage like a thunderstorm. What did I do instead? I made friends with 2 bottles of wine. It was alright. I hadn't had a decent hangover in quite sometime. I was due...
I was written up. I was in the office for 45 mins. So, it wasn't your average lashing. I got my ass kicked. To be honest, I have had it coming for quite some time and I deserved it. I called in on Wednesday. I forgot that my drawer was a disaster. I forgot that I had almost double my cash limit in my cash drawer. I forgot that I had stuff I was putting off hidden. So I got nailed on all that.
But they didn't stop there. I was basically accused of 'force balancing' my drawer. Which means they suspect me of holding back cash to make my drawer balance out. Ok...this is not true. But whatever I guess.
They told me that I needed to check my attitude at the door. Everyone knows how I feel. They have all been there. Ok, excuse me? You know how I feel??? You know what it's like to not be able to be groceries? You know what it's like to not know where the gas money is going to come from? You know what it's like to not want to let anyone down? You know what it's like not to sleep for days at a time? You know what it's like to live your life for other people? You know what it's like to completely let yourself be taken advantage of DAILY? You know what it's like to give yourself completely and have certain people in your life just take until there's nothing left? Ya, I didn't think so. Their door is always open to me if I ever just need to talk. They see me crying when I think no one is looking. They want me to know I am not alone. They have been there. Doubtful from their houses on the hill. And if I can't feel that I can talk to them, we do have an employee assistance line. Yes, employer 'controlled' therapists. That's exactly what I need. I feel I can completely trust them *insert snarky sarcasm here*.
And just when I thought I was hitting rock bottom....I got smacked again. They pulled out a report saying I spend too much time on line and using email. Hmmm. No way. Trish and I carry on 6 hour comversations through myspace. That's too much? I email AP like 40 times a day. That's too much? Hmmm. Ok so I had that one coming. But....got an ass kicking on it.
So when the 'actual' write up was over, they are trying to soften the blow and be all nicey nice and tell me what a great worker I am. WTF???? If I am so great why am I here? After they let me out, I get an email telling me how much my teller bonus for December was. $114!! And again thanking me for my great work. Are you as confused as me yet? And then they tell me that my 4th quarter 'referral' payout is also $100. And if everything gets processed on time...it'll be on next week's check... HOLY CRAP BATMAN!!! Are you kidding? I might have money to actually spend?? I haven't had money in so long, I forget what it's like.
So that's my work drama. Sort of. They are also changing the referral program....What that amounts to is that they are taking away the cash payout portion and replacing it with entries into a drawing. What the hell is that about? Are we making too much money off of them?
That's why you won't be getting as much blog platter from me anymore during the day.
I Guess I'll Die Another Day....
I have been quiet, huh? Well, just you wait. This afternoon I promise to suffer from blogger vomit. I will explain the quiet....I will explain why I am not digging 2006 much at all... It's just not working out for me...I'll talk about movies I have watched, I'll talk about the wine I drank last night, and the hangover that goes with it this morning, I will talk about not sleeping, I will talk about alot...promise!
And I will even give you the pick-up line.
And I will even give you the pick-up line.
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
My Life Comes Crashing Down...
*this one is a tricky lyric*
I am all about the mellow drama today. Deal with it.
I just broke my shoe.
But in an effort to fix me, Kiki bought me lunch today. She's my little ray of sunshine today. She comes to hug me everytime I start crying...which is alot. I am thankful for her today.
I am all about the mellow drama today. Deal with it.
I just broke my shoe.
But in an effort to fix me, Kiki bought me lunch today. She's my little ray of sunshine today. She comes to hug me everytime I start crying...which is alot. I am thankful for her today.
I'm Steady, But I'm Starting To Shake...
Rock Bottom. 60 Feet of Crap. And then me.
I went to my Mom's on Saturday to pick up my mail. I had 2 certified letter notice there from my car insurance company. I silently freaked out about this all weekend.
Today I picked up the letter.
I am being sued in excess of my insurance coverage from an accident in June 2004.
I am being encouraged to seek personal representation at this time.
I am not sure how much more I can handle right now.
I went to my Mom's on Saturday to pick up my mail. I had 2 certified letter notice there from my car insurance company. I silently freaked out about this all weekend.
Today I picked up the letter.
I am being sued in excess of my insurance coverage from an accident in June 2004.
I am being encouraged to seek personal representation at this time.
I am not sure how much more I can handle right now.
Everyone I Know, Goes Away In The End...
I had a bad day. Kinda. At any rate, I am in a mood right now.
I cried alot tonight. I am such a puss. My head has been going into overdrive and I can't seem to slow it down.
Well, tonight we started to pack Xan's things up. It was alot to take for me, and it's not even happening to me. I went for boxes and by the time I hit the car, I was crying my eyes out. I tried to compose myself by the time I reached the top of the stairs with the boxes. It didn't really work. And when I walked in the door, I was handed a cellphone. Xan's other half and I chit chatted a bit (he is soo sweet). I am not going to re-hash the conversation, but I again cried. I called Ray-ray to ask an Ebay related questions...and started talking about things going on...and guess what...I cried.
I have for weeks, avoided talking about the stuff that has been getting me down (and there's alot right now), and tonight I started to open up a little. Xan asked why I was crying tonight, and I told him that I just wasn't ready to say goodbye yet. I am not. The past month has gone by faster then I expected, and I knew it would go fast. Before you know it, I will be sending him off to fulfill his dreams.
I feel so selfish. I feel bad for me not being ready for him to live his life. What is that about? Do I honestly think the world should revolve around me? I am not upset (lol, I mean I obviously am) that he is leaving. People leave all the time. It's a part of life. I am just going to miss him. It was really hard for me when MrsGiggles left too. I cried all the time. I would call crying on my lunch hour and all this stuff. It was hard. But I made it through that. And I can honestly say, I am glad she moved. I still miss her like crazy, but I have gotten to see and experience things that I know I would not have if she had stayed in Wisconsin. Her and I are stronger friends today then the day she left. She is one of the people I hold dearest in this world. I am so happy that is moving closer. I need her now more then ever. And I don't tell her enough just how much she means to me. I love her.
I am hoping this whole thing with Xan moving, works out much like the MrsGiggles story. I hope we can come through this better friends then we are today. I see only good things ahead for him, and I hope I can share that with him.
Can someone hand me a tissue, please?
*Thanks for the hugs, Kiki. I love you!*
I cried alot tonight. I am such a puss. My head has been going into overdrive and I can't seem to slow it down.
Well, tonight we started to pack Xan's things up. It was alot to take for me, and it's not even happening to me. I went for boxes and by the time I hit the car, I was crying my eyes out. I tried to compose myself by the time I reached the top of the stairs with the boxes. It didn't really work. And when I walked in the door, I was handed a cellphone. Xan's other half and I chit chatted a bit (he is soo sweet). I am not going to re-hash the conversation, but I again cried. I called Ray-ray to ask an Ebay related questions...and started talking about things going on...and guess what...I cried.
I have for weeks, avoided talking about the stuff that has been getting me down (and there's alot right now), and tonight I started to open up a little. Xan asked why I was crying tonight, and I told him that I just wasn't ready to say goodbye yet. I am not. The past month has gone by faster then I expected, and I knew it would go fast. Before you know it, I will be sending him off to fulfill his dreams.
I feel so selfish. I feel bad for me not being ready for him to live his life. What is that about? Do I honestly think the world should revolve around me? I am not upset (lol, I mean I obviously am) that he is leaving. People leave all the time. It's a part of life. I am just going to miss him. It was really hard for me when MrsGiggles left too. I cried all the time. I would call crying on my lunch hour and all this stuff. It was hard. But I made it through that. And I can honestly say, I am glad she moved. I still miss her like crazy, but I have gotten to see and experience things that I know I would not have if she had stayed in Wisconsin. Her and I are stronger friends today then the day she left. She is one of the people I hold dearest in this world. I am so happy that is moving closer. I need her now more then ever. And I don't tell her enough just how much she means to me. I love her.
I am hoping this whole thing with Xan moving, works out much like the MrsGiggles story. I hope we can come through this better friends then we are today. I see only good things ahead for him, and I hope I can share that with him.
Can someone hand me a tissue, please?
*Thanks for the hugs, Kiki. I love you!*
Words As Weapons, Sharper Than Knives...
There are few things in life that bring me joy. My purple divided laundry basket was one of those things. It was not your ordinary basket. It was the IKEA of baskets. It had this side pocket that worked out perfect for storing my soap, liquid softener, dryer sheets, stain stuff, 4 downy balls, the quarter container, whatever book I am reading, and my journal. It was the coolest thing. Tonight it attacked me. It lost, but I took a pretty savage beating out of the deal too.
Picture this.
I have an older car. A 1992 to be exact. Dess doens't like to start in the bitter cold winter mornings, so she gets plugged in at night to make my mornings a little easier. Well, this cord is run from the back porch to my parking spot. See where this is going yet?
So here I am stumbling out the door with my carefully stacked laundry baskets. Next thing I know, I am laying face down in a snow bank. My clothes are spread out all over my driveway. It's 10 p.m., so it's dark. I dust myself off only to notice that, Damn! My hand hurts like a bitch! I gather up my clothes from the driveway and see the handle to my basket broken off. FUCK! I go to pick it up and the bottom is all fucked up. Wonderful. Whatever.
I head on over to the laundromat, and to my delight it's just me and an old man. Awesome. Me and my iPod are gonna bond. Despite my hardest attempts to look unapproachable, I kept getting the shoulder tap.
This gentleman is 80. He hopes to live to be 100 (never gonna make it Pops, if you don't back the fuck off). He likes to shop at Goodwill, because after all, he lives in the country and he doesn't need to impress anyone.
Somewhere through the course of our very one sided conversation, the following statements were uttered.
"Well, how does your husband feel about that?"
"I'm not married."
"A woman in her 30's should really be looking for someone to settle down with. After all, you have to think about your children."
"I am 25. I have no children."
"Oh, you just seem like one of those girls (now I'm a girl, a second ago I was a housewife) who has a couple of kids."
Ok. So I know I am not married. Never ever been in any relationship worth mentioning. I am well aware that I am not a mother. I know that I look tired. But a married 30-something with kids. I must have looked like shit.
Picture this.
I have an older car. A 1992 to be exact. Dess doens't like to start in the bitter cold winter mornings, so she gets plugged in at night to make my mornings a little easier. Well, this cord is run from the back porch to my parking spot. See where this is going yet?
So here I am stumbling out the door with my carefully stacked laundry baskets. Next thing I know, I am laying face down in a snow bank. My clothes are spread out all over my driveway. It's 10 p.m., so it's dark. I dust myself off only to notice that, Damn! My hand hurts like a bitch! I gather up my clothes from the driveway and see the handle to my basket broken off. FUCK! I go to pick it up and the bottom is all fucked up. Wonderful. Whatever.
I head on over to the laundromat, and to my delight it's just me and an old man. Awesome. Me and my iPod are gonna bond. Despite my hardest attempts to look unapproachable, I kept getting the shoulder tap.
This gentleman is 80. He hopes to live to be 100 (never gonna make it Pops, if you don't back the fuck off). He likes to shop at Goodwill, because after all, he lives in the country and he doesn't need to impress anyone.
Somewhere through the course of our very one sided conversation, the following statements were uttered.
"Well, how does your husband feel about that?"
"I'm not married."
"A woman in her 30's should really be looking for someone to settle down with. After all, you have to think about your children."
"I am 25. I have no children."
"Oh, you just seem like one of those girls (now I'm a girl, a second ago I was a housewife) who has a couple of kids."
Ok. So I know I am not married. Never ever been in any relationship worth mentioning. I am well aware that I am not a mother. I know that I look tired. But a married 30-something with kids. I must have looked like shit.
Monday, January 02, 2006
She Only Sleeps When It's Raining...
It's 5.22 am. I may be a little drunk. I may blame the fact that I have company. Joe is visiting from Hazelnut tonight/today. He thought borrowing Kiki's blender was a good idea. I thought Absolute sounded better.
I should sleep. I think instead I shall watch Xan play Silent Hill 3.
I should sleep. I think instead I shall watch Xan play Silent Hill 3.
Sunday, January 01, 2006
Should Auld Aquintance Be Forgot...
I wish nothing but love, peace and prosperity for you in the upcoming 12 months.
Happy 2006.
Happy 2006.
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