New Leaves

whine whine whine

I would like to tell work to shove it. I am currently very sick. And I told them I would get sick if they kept putting me in the back window and making me do dishes as well. Last night, it just came on all of a sudden. I was *freezing* and I couldn't get warm. So, I took a hot shower. The kind of hot that your skin is red when you are done. With a nagging unproductive cough, I didn't feel like doing anything. I just laid on the couch and watched Dad and John play Tetris. I finally fell asleep, sitting up. I woke up sometime early in the morning when it was still dark outside with the feeling like I was going to pass out. Because I forgot to eat after lunch. I get upstairs, open the fridge, take a swig of apple juice all the time muttering my mantra 'please don't let me pass out'. A lot of good that did me. The next thing I remember is my dad calling my name trying to wake me from passing out. There was apple juice all over the place. Dad made me a half of a peanutbutter and jelly sandwhich, and I went back to sleep. Poor Dad, I think it was tougher on him.

So, we drove home today, a trip that the internet said was six hours and forty three minutes. Caca. Try eight hours. And John drove the whole way because I was just too sick. So, I called off of work tomorrow, and if I don't get signifigantly better by tomorrow, then I'll be calling off on Tuesday too.

Thanksgiving was great. We went to my uncle's fiance's house, and had a great dinner. I love Chilhowie. It's in my blood. So, anytime I go there, I feel recharged. My uncle deepfried the turkey. Everyone raved about it. I was amazed at just how 'country' my family is. I don't think I really realized it before. But, the directions to Martha's house were literally:

Turn left at the caution light
Then there'll be a church on the left side of the road, turn right.
Look for the house with green awnings.

My Aunt Sylvia is a hoot. God, I love that woman. I don't know how to describe her other than to say that she owns the room, and she's not politically correct.

It was nice to visit with my father. Although, I was distressed to see exactly how empty his house is. I can't believe what that woman took.

My dad has no plates or bowls, or knives for that matter. I bought him a set of cookware, and straightened up his kitchen. He gave John and I a very expensive water filtration unit. Which is completely awesome because the water here tastes like chlorine. bleah.

I will be catching up on emails and such tomorrow, am exhausted.

love
xx

Everyone's doing it

passed around like an std, it's a quiz.

First movie you ever saw in the theatre: Gremlins. I saw it with a woman named Denise who was a friend of my mother. I nearly shat myself when that Gremlin popped out of the kitchen cabinet. My sprite went up in the air and I was sticky for a while. But, I loved it.

Favorite movie as a kid: The Neverending Story

Movie you have seen the most times: Fellowship of the Ring, or Galaxy Quest

Biggest Movie Star crush as a kid Never was much of a movie star person. Was always more into music, So, I'll say Bono.

Favorite 80s teen Movie The Lost Boys

Favorite Song from a Movie: OI! How do you pick? I'll pick the first five that come to mind.
Don't you forget about me The Breakfast Club
St. Elmo's Fire St. Elmo's Fire
The Hands That Built America The Gangs of New York
Laid American Pie Series, although, I owned this CD before the movie ever came out.
I Grieve City of Angels
ok, six,
I feel Pretty Anger Management A duet by Adam Sandler and Jack Nicholas

Favorite Romance Movie: Fools Rush In, Anything Jane Austen comes a close second.

Favorite Horror Movie: Despise Horror Movies, but if I must mention one, I'll say Cape Fear. That was horror, right? I mean, sitting in my car for about five minutes after the movie, trying to calm down, is horror... right?

Favorite Drama: Patch Adams

Favorite Sci Fi Movie: Fifth Element, Stargate

Favorite Musical Movie: Moulin Rouge. Roooxxxxxxxxannne. sha-wing.

Favorite Actors: Viggo Mortenson, Ed Norton, Brad Pitt, Sir Anthony Hopkins, Allan Rickman, Gary Oldman, Liam Neeson, Ed Harris, Mike Myers, Val Kilmer

Favorite Actresses: Kate Winslet, Charlize Theron, Angelina Jolie, Geena Davis, Sophia Loren, Julianne Moore

Favorite sex scene from a movie: First one that comes to mind, Top Gun... Take My Breath Away....

Sexiest Movie Star of all time Male: Viggo Mortenson

Sexiest Movie Star of all time Female: Sophia Loren

Last movie you saw on TV/rented: Clerks

Last movie you saw in theatre: Matrix Revolutions

Now, knowing me, and all this code I attempted to put in here, what do you want to be that I messed some part of it by forgetting a slash or something?

xx

If it hadn't been for cotton-eyed Joe...

That's the song that is playing for me right now. I love this song. It's a song that makes you want to get up and dance.

I was a bit under the weather yesterday. A bit of a sugar problem and I just couldn't correct it. Even though I ate some mandarin oranges (love working at Wendy's) Usually, that does the trick. But I had the weakness, the developing migraine, and blurred vision. I know what I did wrong, it happened by going to o early to bed the day before and then eating breakfast too late. So, I changed things around a bit, and it's all good now.

Warning. Rant ahead.

I talked to my dad a couple days ago. I felt the need to tell him that I no longer eat meat, and for an undetermined time, I won't be eating dairy or egg byproducts either. I am visiting for Thanksgiving and it's bound to be a bit noticeable. I think that I might 'lift the ban' at least in relation to egg and dairy. For Thanksgiving meal.

It's been this way for a while. Even though my dad was using a joking tone, I *heard him loud and clear*. I am certain he believes that I've been brainwashed and can't determine what's good for me because I WON'T FUCKING TAKE SHAKLEE. I ABSOLUTELY HATE THAT SHIT. It's expensive and I'll admit that I don't care if 'it's scientifically proven to be the best multivitamin/supplementation program by more scientific magazines, etc etc.' You see, my dad sells this shit. He's sold it since I was about fifteen. One day, he came home and he had a bag full of vitamins. From that day on, my dad was a nutrition zealot.

I know that he was only trying to do the best that he could for his family, but it was really tough. He just came home one day, and decided for the whole family that we were going to eat only fruit in the morning, salad at lunch, and a light dinner. No exceptions.

Then it came prom time, he felt my dress fit too tightly (my father weighed me) and told me that I couldn't wear my beautiful Gunnie Sax (sp) 500 dollar dress unless I lost weight. Therfore forcing me to go on the Shaklee weight loss program, just so I could go to Prom.

So, while I have been through mucho therapy. And my dad and I actually get along quite well. Dad's taken counselling too and apologized for the things that he did. And, while I know all the scientific things behind shaklee, and I know it's good for you, but I can't not equate it with a negative thing. So, all that 'nutrition' would be for nothing. Because everyone knows you have to have positive thoughts to help you change for the better. So, I found something of high quality, all natural and I take that.

I really just want my dad to be happy for me. Happy that I am actively taking a role in my health and able to mentally address this properly for the first time. I feel better than I have in a long time. Really, I feel better than I can remember.
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breathe in, breathe out.

Gah, I can get *so* wound up over that.

Last night I went to the store and saw pepper jelly. I shuddered three times. Like the type that goes right up your spine. I just can't even imagine it. If it doesn't compliment Peanut Butter; No thank you.

I finally made bean soup correctly. I had been previously unsuccessful with dealing with beans. At first I wasn't sure if i liked it. But, after a little salt, it was perfect. ( I try not to cook with salt, I prefer to flavor it later with salt, you use less and you get more flavor.)

I have much to do. So, I really should get it done. Packing and what not.

love you
xxx

'then i'll journal about my day'

Today, I got a just a wee bit of a late start on my trip. I was trying to verify my paypal account and because it's been inactive for so long, they did the whole rigamorole with me. I tried to go on line to the banking website, which I had just closed the window to, and was not allowed back on. So, I tried to call the bank. Was on hold, since it's sunday and no tellers ever work Sundays, God forbid.... for fifteen minutes before I gave up and said, fuck it. I'll do it later and high tailed it up to Columbus.

Despite the drive and the run around w/ paypal and the bank, I found myself in an excellent mood. It was nice to start the day off with a little dose of Pipsie. Even if she was (tired).

I called Dusty as soon as I arrived and was treated to her mother answering the phone. *rubs hands* This could be fun.

"Hi is Dusty there?"
"She's asleep, she got in real late last night"
".....(waiting for Dusty to get on phone)...."
"Who is this?"
"Hawk"
"From Kentucky?"
"Yep."
"Hold on, I'll go get her"
(Dusty answers phone)
"THE HAWK HAS LANDED, WAKE YOUR ASS UP!"
"I got in late last night...I'm still a bit tired."
"GUACAMOLE TIME. I've been driving for twoandahalf hours with nothing but Guacamole on my mind."
"So, we shouldn't keep you waiting too much longer..."
"Right."
"Ok, give me a minute to throw something on, I'll be there."

So, Dusty and I had a very lovely visit, I think we sat in Chipotle's dining room for the better part of two hours just chatting away about everything going on. What we are thinking about doing, what we've experienced, the coming new year, the coming movie ROTK. Lovely visit. Then, I asked her what her plans for the day was.
"Nada"

Right answer for me. Not sure if it was right answer for Miss Yawny. I showed her the way to Sunflower Natural food store where we looked around a bit and found the ultimate Vegan cookies. EXCELLENT. Dusty picked one up to try too. Her cookie was better than mine, but mine was good enough that the half that I saved taunted me the whole way home.

"Eat me" Said the cookie.
"No."
"eeeeeeeeaaat me" said the cookie.
"No. Stop asking."

(How about the double entendre in that?)

Then Dusty and I went to half price book store. The one that is frickin huge. Love it.
love it
love it.

It's as big as some libraries I've been to.

I opted out of the family excursion, unable to hook up with siblings.
So, went straight to the storage unit, got a bit more stuff, sorted a bit more trash, and went right home.

I still find myself feeling very good, and ready to clean the fuck out of the house.

rock on.

love you
xxx

quickie

going to columbus today,
should arrive around 11 am

then i'll have guac with Dusty

then i'll check in on my sister and try to convince her to have the baby already

then i'll go to the storage unit, then i'll go home

then i'll put away stuff from storage unit, then i'll clean,

then i'll sleep

then i'll go towork.

:P

5:45 the muse awakes

I woke up at 5:45a.m. today. My day off, I might add. John was already awake too. After I laid there for about five minutes cuddling and enjoying warmth, I just got up. I abhor laying in bed if I am not going to get any sleep out of it. John, who also whined about the misfortune of hitting snooze three times a day during the work week, yet being wide awake at 5:40 a.m., chose to stay in bed on principle. So, In your face mister-sandman.

I probably would have drifted back to sleep. I simply could not. The muse was giving me things to write down in whole sentences. Instead of her usual, not so clever (not to mention conceited sounding) approach of "I can do that." So, I opted to get up, shower, and dress in the hopes that I may appease her, and possibly speak to the elusively diligent student, Miss Pipsie, in the UK. Who is a muse in her own right.

I will warn that next week from Wednesday to Sunday, I will be in Virginia visiting my father. So no journal entries during that time, since I have no desire to have my father stumble across this skinny-dipping-tattooed-lustingafterartists-treehugging-cursing-like-a-sailor side of myself. Which reminds me. Must e mail him.

I love all of you, but I must dance with the muse.
x

Probably Snoring

I probably spent last ight snoring since I have half a stuffed nose and one voice box on it's way out. I keep clearing my throat like I can never get it cleared.

Bummer. Head chest cold.

Thank you very much work for sticking my ass on a day to day basis in front of a window where it is cold outside and then having me do dishes in between orders so that I may enjoy this, and to further promote misery, they don't want anyone to call in. Even if they are sick. Doesn't matter if you *always* stay if they ask you to, it doesn't matter if you come in on your days off. Fuckers.

I was told that I would be there until about mid January too, until they can get all the new people trained. Where's my lottery ticket?

Anyhow, I am getting this place done, bit by bit. It isn't easy because I see so much stuff that I just don't need. I think at some point in my life I began buying things compulsively. I am looking at these things and thinking, "But it's nice." And on the other hand I say, "But you don't entertain. You don't need four chips and dips platters. And while you are at it, since there are only two of you, and no one comes over anyways, you should get rid of all those damn wine glasses too. Wish I could find my hanging wine glass rack.

So, I am caught between boxing everything for a yard sale, and just taking it to a dumpster. Still. I think I said this before.

If you notice a little overwhelment on my part, you would be right. But it's my own damn fault.

Either way, I've decided that I am going to spend one whole day this weekend on editing. I trudge through it like sludge, but the sludge is giving way a bit easier.

Tonight, I am probably going to go to Columbus and raid the storage unit. Unless I can arrange to have John's car fixed. That would be nice.

I walked into the bank last night and this one (sleezy) bank teller was hitting on some security repair dude. "you look like Edward Norton." I wanted to pipe up. "Oh no. No, he does not." Then she was like, "My face is *so* tight. Feel it." In this obnoxious snobby voice. Even my teller shook her head. "She had a chemical peel. I think she's crazy" She said. I get the impression that snobby-chemical-chemical-peel-bank-teller-chic is always like this. It's not the first time I've gone to the bank and spaced myself so that I didn't have to have her as a teller. The woman I had as a teller was very nicely dress. Didn't look like she belonged in a library. Didn't look overdressed. She looked like she had class. It was half an hour before quitting time. Her clothes looked nice, albeit I thought two of the colors didn't mix well but it appeared to be a set, not a mix up, her make up still impecable. Get on with your classy self.

I like the holidays, but woudl you understand it if I said that I wished that they were over? How dare they interfere with my schedule.

Less than one month until ROTK.

suhweet.

xx

strange cravings

Usually, when in my natural enviornment, I have a particular way of eating. I eat one thing, like a sandwhich, then go for two hours, eat a piece of fruit, go for a few hours, eat a bowl of cereal. go a few more hours eat a vegetable. I probably eat five-six times a day. I have been trying very hard to stay away from the frosty machine (curse the damn thing) and fried foods. Doing well at that. Most days, it doesn't even bother me. But *yesterday* was an exercise in sainthood as EVERTHING looked good to me. I was like *drooool*. But, since I play the mean mother to my inner child "No, You can't have that" "Whyyy" "Cause I said so, and that's just the way it is." Since I do that, I went to the natural food store last night and got some things, and actually ate a plate of food with variety. I had artichoke hearts, steamed broccoli, veggie baked beans, and asparagus. I couldn't eat it all at once. It seems that I split it up into threes and ate it that way. Not intentionally mind you. Just, ate half, then a lil while later, ate a bit more, then took the rest in for lunch today. Now, it's a plain and simple day again, I just want broccoli, lightly steamed. nada else.

*goes down stairs, starts broccoli*

I hope to go to Columbus on Friday night so that I may raid the storage unit, yet again. I want to be finished with the storage unit. If I had a truck, I'd be done with it already. There's a dresser and some chairs yet. I believe that the last 'stuff' I can get with this next car load. It's just the furniture doesn't fit into my wee car. Need John's car fixed. Which should be happening this week. Theoretically.

I through a fit at work today. I did it on purpose. The nice approach didn't work. It accomplished what I wanted. I got switched onto another job. I have been working the same position for the better part of six months. I am tired of it. I know they are short handed, but when I saw that they were training a new person on something else, I was like, "oh no, this isn't going to fly."

And I did damn well. Thank you.

The day absolutely flew by and I didn't feel the need to tell myself, "now you are home", when I got home.

I am starting to get excited. Thanksgiving is next week, and am going to see my dad. John and I are both going. Very, very cool. I am going to e mail my dad a shopping list :P so that he knows what to get so that I can cook a wee thanksgiving dinner. I'm so excited. Thanksgiving is when I usually make a dinner and then invite people over to my house. But the last couple of years, I seem to have visited my father. I think that next time, I'll have him visit me so that I can still invite people to my house, and he can see my place.

In June, we always have a family reunion. I was hoping to get a hold of Tara and Brian (step brother and step sister, Janet's children) and invite them to join me for the family reunion. It would tickle my dad pink. He would be so happy.

Well, that's the current goings on. Pretty boring right now, but that's just the way it is sometimes.

A little inspiration

Today seemed an extension of ineptitude. I don't even want to really go into what's happening at work, since I'm over it. I am not so good at not letting things affect me. And when in an 'affected' mood, it's just so easy to continue on that tangent. So, I have to strenuously displace myself from it.

Does it *really* affect me?
Is it a result of something I could have done better?
Is it my responsibility to make the orders that keep the store properly stocked?(oops, i let a wee one slip)

That's okay because the answer is NO.

Therefor, when I go home, I have every right, and every ability to relax and get done what I need to get done.

I have had a wee bit of adjustment angst with my new home. I am having a problem feeling like it is home. I feel that this is for a few reasons.

1)Our hand was forced, we had to move. This was the place that would accept us.
2)I probably would have moved back to Columbus, if I had known about this move before John moved
3)I feel, for some reason, it is better than I deserve.
4)I don't call it 'home' out of habit.

Since 1,2, &3 are all POINTLESS to ponder. I'm here for one year. At least. So,#4 I can do something about. I can call it home and let it become habit. It is home. It's feeling more like home everyday.

So, when I come home I say, "I am home now. I love being home. Everything else is the outside." Might sound kooky, but I find it relaxing. Then music. My musical tastes are excellent, if I do say so myself, But, my timing for wanting to listen to some things is not-so-excellent.

With the hubby out, his computer was at my disposal, so I watched some U2 videos. Renewed my highschool crush on Bono, and smiled some. I love to watch these guys. I love to listen, and I love that they are always speaking out for something.

I know I should be renting Amelie, but seeing as we are currently, and once again, without VCR, we will have to wait.

Why must I go through VCRs? People think I'm playing when I say I have a power over technology
>)

odd karma

So, it seems that I am meeting up with odd karma. I come all the way up to Columbus, bent on the fact that I have to go to this meeting. I mean, I HAVE to go to this meeting.

Have very lovely guacamole with Dusty...

Then cut our visit short cuz I'm running late. Go to the meeting place, nobody's there. Go to the next meeting place. Nobody's there. Hmmm. Go to library, look up meetings and times and find that meeting isn't until Dec 7th.

On the bright side of it, I'll get extra time to sort out the storage unit. Joy of all joys.

outta here
xxx

So, I got home safely from Columbus, a bit vrumphed that there was no meeting. :P But, never the less, I did get a car load packed full from the storage unit. Being sick Friday night, all day Saturday, and basically not getting accomplished what I wanted to today, leaves me a bit unsatisfied. So, I'm annoyed. Then, I come home and find that someone is parked in my #11 spot. That is *my* parking spot. Did you not get the memo about being towed? Because I'm in the mood to have you towed. GET OUTTA MY SPOT WITH YOUR BLACK CORROLLA YOU COW.

Feeling better about it now.

So, on days like this, when I feel like I'm unsatisfied, it's *so* easy to pick out things that also annoy me. In fact, I don't pick them out, they just pop right up into my line of sight, and I'm like "This has to go." "This will *not* do."

*starts cleaning like a crazed person*

Tremble Napolean, tremble. For I am a conqueress.

Usually, there's not so much cleaning, and I can be reasonably done. But, seeing as I went to the storage unit and I've a shit load to put away, not to mention go back to the laundrymat. It's baby steps all the way.

I never realized how much camping equipment we had. This is a good thing considering how many times we go camping and all... but there's a limit to what two people really need for a four day weekend. Really. So, I have the distinct impression that I'll be venturing to the flea market early spring with armloads of shite to sell. If it wasn't still worth something, I'd pitch it. But they happen to be worth too much to justify tossing. Which, I think will be ok if I manage to get my list of things done that I want to get done, then I'll be selling some crafted items as well.

On the plus side of things, (and I'm not talking about my ass) I did manage to include my bread machine in my carload. In case you missed it, that was the cue for Joyful Joyful. I love home baked bread, it's better for you, and the bread machine bakes it in perfect sized loaves. And, get this, it's usually cheaper than store bought bread.

Can't wait to put it in gear. The bread machine used to be Janet's. So when I use it, I imagine, in my own silly way, that Janet is baking the bread for me. :)

So there's a happy thought to end the journal entry with

xx

A Wee Bit Better

I slept downstairs most of today. I'd wake up, try to eat something again, And I'd get greeted with a wave of nausea/ lighthead-please-don't-let-me-pass-out. I woke up around 7 and I was really confused for a moment, I didn't know if it was 7am Sunday, or 7pm Saturday night. Finally I ate a half of a peanutbutter and strawberry jelly sandwhich, which did wonders. John went to the store again for me and bought ginger ale, bananas and applesauce. I now have a metallic taste in my mouth related to the same taste I would get when I gave plasma. oi. In fact, that's exactly how I feel right now, like I just gave plasma. Interesting.

Took a shower, which was also helpful. I had been too afraid to take a shower for fear of falling down in the tub.

Tomorrow is looking better. Still have plans to meet w/ Dusty for guacamole (please let me be better) I do need to get in touch with her before I come up to let her know when I'll be in town...

allrighty,
gotta run
xx

Eck... bler.. blachggghh.

Love on me. /pathetic whine

I'm sick.

I tried Vegan Pepperoni last night, which when tested against the carnivore in my abode, 'thought it was better than real pepperoni'. And I, being happy to find something 'certified vegan' had a serving of it.

It no liked the hawk.

It would be cool if it didn't torture me before exiting the entrance, but no, all night I laid in bed with the trash can right next to me hovering between too hot and too cold while my stomach mimicked a tilt-a-whirl. Until 4a.m., I finally got sick. But, my stomach is still insisting that it's not through with me yet.

John was real sweet, he got up, got dressed, and went out to buy me some diet sprite. I should have said ginger ale. I have no desire to eat or drink anything. I ate a quarter of an apple, and I was like,"ugh, I can't eat". Everyone knows when your sick you should eat something to replace what you lost. Something easy on the stomach, and something to sooth your esophagus (sp?)

I wish I had the character to be sick gracefully. But if there's one thing I hate it's getting sick. I moan audibly and whine and get clingy. I am revisiting five years old. Thankfully, John is willing to oblige me and lay down with me.

Lets hope I can sleep some and get better. I *have* to go to Columbus this this weekend. I have to see my family, Dusty, and I have to get to the storage unit so that I can clean house there. I wonder if they have a dumpster?

In addition to my whining, I'll add that I bought the vegan pepperoni as a treat for having such a shitty night. I was all set to clean, and my vaccuum cleaner belt is broken. Go to a Lowes (the hardware store) and they don't have them. Now this is the second, if not third time I've gone there and they didn't have something that a hardware/home improvement store would have. I was like, no fret, just go to Bigg's, it's right next door. They didn't have my belt either. So, I bought the vegan pepperoni and the apple (and some banana chips for my ferret) and settled in. The rest is history.

But at least I don't have to mail order the belt. I found a place around her that will hopefully have the vaccuum belt. Since it was listed on the Bissell website as being a distributor.

And all this above, following the week I've had, makes me wonder if Mars is going retrograde again. Just checked and it's not going retrograde. So very happy about that.

Tired. going back to bed.

x

my butt is cold, winter must be coming

Some animals hibernate, my ass gets cold.

Work was a hair better than yesterday. So, Im happy about that.
I have the usual, 'I don't want to do anything responsible' blues. But No one is on line. So. I'll get the responsible stuff over with tonight, and go on line tomorrow in hopes that some people will be on.

Saturday evening, I'll be heading up to Columbus again. Unless my sister goes into labor tonight. Anyhow, I'll be going up to Columbus and visiting my brother and sisters. And hopefully, my new niece, provided she decides to grace us with her presence. :P

Sunday, I'll be having guacamole with Dusty and going to one of the meetings that my hippie group usually has. I've not been in a while, and I need to go back before I lose my status as 'Official Photographer'. I've kept that for three years now, and I'd like to keep it while I quest for the golden ring of 'still photographer'.

I am still editing a chapter in my book. I am having a difficult time with it because I am virtually re-writing it as I go. My writing in march was very choppy, and it doesn't follow the previous flow of my book. I do believe I'm making some progress, but it's not as quick as I'd like it to be.

I am done rambling for now..

love ya
xxx

Bow wow wow yippee yo yippee yay

So. (As I seem to like to start all my journal entries...)

So, work today was nuts. I nearly checked the lunar chart to see if it was still possibily full moon. No such coincidence since the full luna was last week. Everything was just sorta wierd.

First of all, it was 70 degrees yesterday, today it was 20. I was at my window FREEZING my ass off. My poor wee fingers. To make matters worse, I do the dishes too. So, not only am I cold, I'm wet to boot. And I just about reached out and smacked some lady today. How hard can it be to order a sandwhich?
"I'd like one plain with... everything, but no mayo, i want mustard on that too"

note. plain means plain. the word 'with' cancels out the word plain.
not to mention that everything cancels out plain, but even worse 'no mayo' cancels out the 'i want everything' and if you want everything, wouldn't mustard be included in the word 'everything'?

I had to get someone else to take her order because she changed what she said she wanted four times, and the sandwhich maker was bitching about having made four sandwhiches. And I was standing in front of a window when it 20 fucking degrees out and she's in her toasty car not giving a fuck.

Dude, chances are, you've been through Wendy's before. Get a fucking grip.

Then, Gail starts whining, Candace starts whining, " I want my break I am suffering from low nicotine wah wah wah." I'm not kidding when I say it was incessant. It reminded me of a two year old in a store that wants cookies and keeps asking for them, until they get put into the cart. I even went up to her and asked her to stop whining.

Then she gets her break first.
She comes back and says, "I'll be glad when he figures out how to manage this store"
And I respond with, "Yeah, me too. Because if he did, you would have gotten your break last."

She looked at me blankly.
Not to mention that she keeps whining about how she lives in the ghetto, how her man beats her, how she didn't know it was possible to mess up her life SO much by the time she was 18.. and I feel like I'm a pretty understanding person. I am sympathetic. I can listen. But I was just like annoyed to the point that I finally just told her flat out and with as little emotion as I could muster, 'you can look forward to the rest of your life being just as terrible as you believe it is now, unless you change your own life. I've given you several avenues that you can look in to. Frankly, I don't want to hear about how your man beats you anymore until you do something.'

So, then she was depressed all day. Until break. Then she was ok.

Then we had the popular radio station at work. WEBN. They were passing out bumper stickers and everything. They gave bumper stickers to all the crew. The only problem is that I can't stand WEBN. Even if it plays the hard rock I love. Why? Do you guys remember a few months ago when I was bitching about the radio stations and the sexist remarks that they were making on the radio? That's right. That station. So, where did I put my bumper sticker?

On my ass.

Sexist fuckers.

Then... we get a call, the area supervisors are on their way. Not one. But two.
And then it's a fucking ruckus to get everyone to clean everything up. (Not that it's dirty, it's just that they freak out if there's a french fry on the floor, and we just got done with rush.)

So, who does the Area Supervisor bring with them?

The fucking represenative from the Department of Labor.

WTF?

Can we get any wierder?

Wait. Forget that I asked that.

love

xxx

Mega husband points

Today, When John picked me up from work, he was early and he brought me flowers. Mega mega husband points.

Let me give any fellow that might be reading this a hint. Women love it when you bring flowers to their work.

I stayed up too late last night, and have kinda dragged for the rest of the day. I was late to work. It seems as thought they have hired a slew of new people. Let's hope some of them stay. I am so tired of the understaffed situation.
Gail and I have been cutting up at work with our interpretation of Russian line dancing. I'm sure any of you might think it odd to see us do this in the middle of rush. All in good fun.

I have finally finished the laundry. ALL the laundry in my house has been cleaned. I decided to wait on going through my clothes for a while. I've got my reasons.

Not really much going on here. Feeling pretty domestic, and just working towards the same goals that I'm always working towards.

love you

I think I need an html scribble pad...

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lets see if any of the above worked...