At the moment, I feel domestic. I woke up and baked a double batch of fresh cinnamon rolls with butter cream icing and took them into work. They loved it. Totally devoured. Right now, my stomach is growling because it smells the beans and garlic that I've got going on for my dinner. It's about five different kinds of beans that I'm mixing with the baked garlic that Pipsie was ever so kind to introduce me to. Since then, I get garlic almost every time I go to the store. I am trying to be more aware of myself and my health, and what I make for food. John's getting pot pies... he doesn't like mixed beans. I likes them a lot. I can eat them every night.
I just got the garlic out of the oven, mashed it up, mixed it with my mixed beans and it is indeed, very good.
Today we got a new manager. And Our supervisor was there as well. It was absolutely crazy. I walked in, and everyone was just about frantic. I'm like, 'Oh Jeez.' For some reason, the supervisor likes me. Not that I'm unlikeable, just she doesn't seem to like many people. And the new manager was not making himself friendly. I say hi 'directly to him' and he didn't say a damn thing. I interpret that as, "fuck off".
(damn, I wish I'd made more garlic and beans... Probably won't later, but it was really good.)
I made real sure to be assertive about not being able to clock off at the proper time. i.e., 'If I can't leave on time today, and make it to somewhere that closes by five, I'll be in late tomorrow after I take care of business.' The area supervisor was very adamant that this problem was going to be fixed.
I was like, 'Please note my availability has changed.'
Excellent. Work four days a week, off for three. One day a week specifically for my creative ventures. One day for relaxing, One day for errands.
This will be sooo awesome.
Anyhow, I wanted to mention that yesterday John and I went to the storage unit. I had been dreading this trip because I was sure that it was going to be horridly packed full, and it was just a monster I didn't want to face. John puts the gate up, and I say, 'Oh, That's not so bad.' And its true. Not bad at all. John was only interested in getting the TV and VCR. I wanted to stuff the car, and only managed to partly fill it. Since he was in a hurry and had to get to a bathroom. That I can understand... However, I am going to go alone next time because I want to go through things and determine what I want/ can part with/ can give away/ can throw away.
Pitcheroo time.
Own your posessions. Do not let them own you.
Anyhow. John and I drove up together, and it was really nice drive, we talked a lot, and managed to work out a couple things, and understand each other and our goals a little more. We stopped by my sister's house, but she was out. I left my new information, and inquired how my sister Kassandra is doing, since she's about 8.5 months along in her pregnancy.
We drove home and stopped at a pumpkin patch, at which, I oooohed and ahhhhed. and was so excited about how fresh and big the pumpkins were. But then I went inside and saw a display that had a carved pumkin next to a witch-scare-crow, and the carved pumpkin said 'Satan'.
Satan has nothing to do with halloween. I walked directly out. People who put that sort of stereotype, are the type of people who burned 'witches'. I don't even want to go in the whole reason. Just suffice it to say, I was miffed, and I wasn't going to buy a pumpkin there.
When we got back, I put nearly everything away. I still have a couple of things I'm procrastinating on. I'm tired of putting things away, it would seem, but I know that this won't be forever, and pretty soon, we'll be on to the maintenance phase.
I talked to Pat a bit last night. I think I tried to convince her to connect her flights through Cinci Airport, and when she does, she had to bring me some Cristos Feta. :drool:
I also pulled up my book last night. I was going to work on the editing. I want to just be done with it allready.
I feel tired. I hope I sleep well...
love you