New Leaves

not too much new happening.

i went to a grocery store here called 'biggs' and i just about had myself crying in the store. pathetic. hormonal. impatient.

those three words sum my attitude of the last week up.

anymore i just look at that big moon getting bigger and say, 'bring it.'

i never would have imagined myself as sentimental. at least not *this* sentimental. biggs has an 'international aisle' and i was mulling over all the wonderful european things that they had in the aisle, wanting to be back in france.

paris has been calling me of late.

maybe, it's just the painting too near to my desk, always just out of peripheral vision.

*sigh*

to have such whines.

on the other end of the aisle i found tahini. go figure. i've made hummus, yet again, and will live on that for the rest of my life. thank you.

hummus and guacamole.

this weekend, i bring out the sewing machine.

oh, and saturday, my man greg morris is playing again, so i'm going out saturday night.

rock on.

work today was pish. they shorted me six hours on my check. i forgot to clock back in from break one day. this happens sometimes when i come back from break early. i do it all the time, come back 10 mins early. the register won't let you clock back in until 30 mins is up. well, you can damn well believe that i said something to them about it the day that it happens. it takes 30 seconds to fix.

not a bad trade, i didn't think so at least. i *give* you 10 minutes of my time. you take 30 seconds to fix my time because i was actually concentrating on work and not fucking around.

well, dickhead, aka boywonder, forgot to do that.

so, i reported it this morning, so they could fix it.

boy wonder decides to 'talk to me' in front of everyone about how inconvenient it is. blah blah blah. and i need to remember. blah blah blah.

so, i explain why (this has been explained before). the only reason this happens is when i get to break late. we open at 10:00am. if i go to lunch at 9:45 a.m. I don't get back until 10:15. well, i take pity, i know what it's like to be behind on running a shift.

well fuck all that.

fuck

all

that.

boywonder looks at me after i give him the explanation and says, 'what are you talking about?'

like i just fucking invented coming back early, the fact that sometimes i don't even get a break, etc etc.

i was livid.

why does he think everything has to be a confrontation? why does he think that i'm not going to reply to him when he gives me a load of BULLSHIT.

i was sour for about half an hour while i tried to adjust my attitude. then gail and tiffany came up and started spanking me, grinding on me, and kissing on me, and you just have to smile when you get that type of attention and the people driving by are looking at us like 'wtf?'

tiffany and i sang the whole song 'paradise by the dashboard light' while we were cutting lettuce. everyone had it in their head for the rest of the day.

i am evil this way. i pick a song and stick it in peoples' headses.

ha ha hahahha

the other day i had the general manager singing 'push it'

heh heh

well this is double spaced randomness bitchy hormonalness over and out.

fin

Rough Draft, edit one of my first novel is done.

:)

time to party!

yellow

I heard this song, and thought how perfect. it's been a long time since i've posted lyric so, here you go.

Look at the stars
Look how they shine for you
And everything you do
Yeah, they were all yellow

I came along
I wrote a song for you
And all the things you do
And it was called yellow

So then I took my turn
Oh what a thing to have done
And it was all yellow

Your skin, oh yeah your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
D'you know?
You know I love you so
You know I love you so

I swam across
I jumped across for you
Oh what a thing to do
'Cos you were all yellow

I drew a line
I drew a line for you
Oh what a thing to do
And it was all yellow

And your skin, oh yeah your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
D'you know?
For you I bleed myself dry
For you I bleed myself dry

It's true
Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine

Look at the stars
Look how they shine for you
And all the things that you do

fuh-reeeezing

Last night I made tortillas. Now that I see how easy they are to make, I doubt I'll ever buy them in a store again. I got the hang of them closer to the end, but i am sure next time, I'll do a lot better. Very few people nail it on the first try. So, I also made hummus to go with it. I've not been able to find Tahini, no matter where I go, so I've just made do. I think my hummus is damn good. One batch of hummus lasts me about four days, and I usually wait a week to make it again.

I have discovered a dish that John (the carnivore) loves, it is easy to make, cheap and fills him up.

1 can Aldi's chili
1 box mac and cheese

mix the two, he chows.

it's about 99 cents in costs.

We have to especially watch costs now. I went to the mechanic to have my poor car fixed and had to lay down 607.00 smackaroos. Now, I find myself disappointed. But I didn't freak out. News like that would normally send me into a fit of tears. I knew when I bought the car that I would end up having to do some repairs on it. That's what you get when you buy an older car. At least I don't have to pay full insurance, car payment, and 607.00. Then, I do believe I would cry.

It's difficult not to step on the break and think 'Gee, I'm stepping on a very nice digital camera, or a ticket to Scotland.' And it does set us back a bit. But, that thinking is not productive, so I try to think, "I am stepping on a break that will work and keep me safe." Odd, the things that I have to do to comfort myself sometimes.

I come home and there is a black cat napping on my door mat. Proverbially speaking, that would be a bad omen, but since I know the origins of that old wives tale has to do with the superstition of 'evil' witches and their familiars, then I can't believe it. And I actually believe it's good luck.

Its fuh-reeeezing here. brrr. The static electricity is out of control, and I've had to set my humidifier and a pan in the kitchen to boil. The poor cats can barely walk without getting shocked.

It's 9:09 a.m. here I'll be on line at 10:30 a.m. to muse, if anyone's around :)

rambly

Quote of the Day:
"The definition of insanity is doing the same thing and expecting a different result." ~Albert Einstein~
I totally nabbed quote of the day from Dustbuffalo

I love Albert Einstein's quotes.

I find that quote very inspiring for introducing change in your life. I mean, how many times have I been to a point where I am just looking at something and saying, "I can't take this anymore." The only thing that remotely helps, is to start dealing specifically with the things that you want different results from.

I wanted to be healthier. I've wanted to be healthier for years. I believe I was introduced to the key to my health in 1998 when I became ill with pneumonia. I read and read. It was all I could do, I was sick, laying in bed all day, coughing like my lungs themselves were to be rid of. Anyhow, I found out about Dr Schulze, and the whole idea of veganism curing a whole bunch of things. I was undiagnosed at the time. I've had PCOS for an undeterminable amount of years but I believe that it started with puberty.

Getting to the point.

I went absolutely mad. Finally, having enough I changed to veganism and have found myself much healthier. I hope the above doesn't sound preachy. It's meant to say why I identify with that quote.

Today, my sleep schedule is screwed. I've woke up so many times, I've tossed and turned all over the bed, and bleah. Hello. 4 a.m. Reminds me of jet lag. I'll have to try to stay awake today until midnight to see if I can't offset this and get back to my sleeping between 10p - 6a.

I am not going to get to muse as much as I'd like today. I *have* to take the car to get worked on. The grinding noise is back with a vengeance and I am feart to drive it anywheres but directly to a place to fix it. That's okay though, because, I'll be musing tomorrow too.

I have developed a routine for myself that seems to work decently. It goes like this:

Mondays:
Laundry

Tuesdays:
Kitchen

Wednesdays:
Bathrooms and animals

Thursdays:
Self

Fridays:
Carpet and floors

Saturdays:
Muse

Sundays:
Domesticity

I like that better than a day of full tilt cleaning. I get less overwhelmed this way. Self is the day that I take bubble baths and do all those girly things that we should make time for, but don't. Conditioning treatment, oiled bubble bath, moisturizing, trimming the vine, reading a book. Whatever. Relax. It's also the day that I eat only raw foods, drink only water, and try to practice complete breathing cycles.

Sundays=Domesticity is that I notice that I have been experimental cooking at least once a week. I've set sundays aside for that. Not to say that I won't ever change things up, but this is helping me stay focused with the muse.

John and I have been considering moving to Hagerstown, MD. The reason being that it is less travelling distance to all of our family members. But, I don't really want to move to another strange city and learn a new place all over again. Not unless the city is Glasgow or Paris. With John being hired on, and if I can manage to move my ass about my business, then perhaps we can afford more trips. We are slowly becoming better decision makers. Chipotle is moving here. It's a sign. I'm supposed to stay here >-)

There is school, I still want to go to school, I've not forgotten it. I've just become caught up in bills and such.

gosh, i'm rambly at 4 a.m.

i'm gonna try and get another wee sleep in before I have to get up and go to the bank, and then get the car fixed.

POWER nap

Yesterday, I came home, I was really tired. So, I set my alarm for a half an hour and woke up several hours later and thought, well... i could wake up now and totally fuck my sleeping schedule, or I could wake up in the morning.

I was a-w-a-ke at 5:15 am. And I feel great.

Well, starving ravenous that cow looks good hungry but vegan waffles are damn good, and enough to curb that.

John has been hired on at the place that he's worked since September. Yay! So happy about that.

I got written up yesterday for my register being 20 dollars short. I don't steal, I've never been written up, and I'm uber pissed off about it. Because I didn't do anything wrong. But, I called this morning to follow up and find out if they found the cash, and they were only 6.00 short for the day, so my write up goes bye bye. Still. Grrr.

I discovered yesterday that almonds are healthy. At least for me they are. I try very hard to lead a balanced diet, and to rely on what I eat to get my nutrients and not supplementation. Because I don't remember to take my supplements as often as I should.

French fries are evil.

I have to come up with something to get away from those damn things. They are gonna bank me on this plateau forever.

Anyways. Tuesday night, 9pm, I decided to do laundry. I am quite proud of that because I usually procrastinate until I h-a-v-e to do laundry. And this time I did not.

So, my hummus attempt is better than average. Canned Whole grain vegetable burgers are not so good. They aren't inedible, but when you require more mustard than burger, then I don't beleive I'll be buying them again. Vegan waffles are divine. Vanilla soy milk is okay... in cereal. Strawberry Soy Yogurt is almost as good as regular dairy yogurt. I think if I put a little granola in it, it would be great.

I've found a recipe for vegan sushi, which I might not wait for Dusty's visit but might go ahead and make it.

I've an appointment with the muse this weekend.

I love yoga. The more I do it the more I love it. At first it's a struggle to get into position, move correctly into and out of position, to use the back leg as the support and not the lower back, and to clear your mind as you are doing it. Because the goal is merely to do the position, not to focus on getting into it, holding it, or getting out of it. But I *finally* got that blank mind when I did one position. and I was like O_O Thats! It!

The last position is a meditative position, and I *always* fall asleep in it. *Always* And I always try to tell myself. 'Self, don't fall asleep.' Then I wake up.

oy.

There will probably be more later.

I find it increasingly easier to score.

Today, We had a co-owner in the store. Most people would be intimidated by that. Not me. I do my job. I have nothing to be intimidated about. The managers, however.

ha ha ha ha

ha
ha
hahhahaa

I do love to see them with a fire under their ass.

Tiffany and I were around the store playing, being absolutely dirty and making that place not so boring. In the middle of lunch rush, we grabbed each other in a tango embrace, cheek to cheek, arms joined and extended and 'tangoed' from one side of the store to the other. Now mind you, there are about 23 people in line, we are 'the' drive-thru people, there are cars wrapped around the building and we're tangoing with the co owner right there.

James asks us "What the fuck are you doing?"

Us: Tangoing...

as in 'duh, can't you fuckin see?'

Theres another manager at work that I believe is sweet on the two of us. Tiffany and I go around and act like we are each others signifigant others'. Well, we came out of the walk-in at the same time, and this is how it went:

(door opens, out we walk)

me: Tiffany, I just love when you do that!
Tiff: You liked that did you baby?
me: Oh yeah.
manager: O_O
Tiff: Did I get everything off my face?
me: ummm, I think you did.
manager: O_O I want to join in next time.
us: HA!

So, I got my award for being employee of the month. A $50 gift certificate to Krogers. Excellent! They have three aisles of vegetarian/vegan, organic food stuffs. Now, I usually try to frequent the natural food stores for my stuff because I want to support them, and because grocery stores really lack when it comes to actually getting vegan. blah blah balh.

moving on to the point i'm trying to make.

I don't try new things because they are expensive. Only one every couple weeks or so. Tonight, I spent the majority of that fifty on myself and totally scored in the vegetarian aisle.

I then brought it all home and made hummus. Now, I can't find any fuckin tahini anywheres. So, I improvised. I picked up a vegetarian Thai salad dressing that has all the ingredients that I would need to make hummus with (except the chick peas) It has sesame, lime, and olive oil. Excellent. So, I prepared it, using my stick blender, and it didn't have enough of a kick. Like hmmmmm. Add garlic cloves.

That shit is so fuckin good.

John doesn't like hummus

more for me dammit, more for me.

Something interesting I found out today, Cracker Jacks, Poptarts not iced-fruit filled, are both vegan.

can I score anymore?

oh yes, oh yes I can.

I never thought I'd like to listen to techno and write/type, but I actually find it quite good for internet and editing. Go figure.

So, today's been a long day. I'm gonna make the sandman my bitch.

night
x

Sitting Bones

The last few days I've been trying to focus on waking up every morning and exercising. That's the one thing that I have procrastinated on as far as health goes. I mean, I eat pretty healthfully, but I've not really moved my ass, other than work. Which, I think counts as a work out because you are on your feet all day, but we're talking about pushing past a plateau, not just passing for every day.

So, I get up in the mornings and I do my workout. Then I go to work, then I come home, and do the work out again. Now, the work out is only 18 minutes, and that'll be increasing with time, but I wanted something to get me into exercising gently. So, I do that same work out a.m. and p.m. When it's only 18 minutes. There aren't any excuses.

I also bought a Yoga DVD. I wasn't sure how I'd react to it. I must say it's what I wanted, and much different than I expected. And, I do believe I'm addicted to it. I only do it every other day because it is a bit time consuming and I don't want to over extend my muscles. But, by march, I'm hoping to do it every day. Yoga refers to the lower part of the pelvis as the sitting bones. I like the term sitting bones. It's even fun to say. Anyhow, the reason I'm addicted is that when I am doing it, I yawn my ass off, and by the time I'm done, I go right to bed. It completely grounds me. I have had issues being able to unwind, and this is definately the cure.

Work has been strange lately. I was called hateful yesterday. Odd, I think I'm pretty easy to get along with. But, considering that I address the person as 'boy wonder' both to his face and in reference, I suppose I had that coming. When I shockingly added, "Hateful?!" He says, "Yes, I have never worked with someone so hateful." Mind you, the source offends me not. I just reply, "I think it's because I have a limited amount of patience for incompetence and unjustified pride." He says, "See?!! Hateful!!" I accept this from him and say, "I may be hateful in your terms, but I work my hateful ass off, and if you are ever offended by something I say, you need to say exactly what it is so that I may explain it. I am not in the practice of being negative without reason."

Now, let me give you a bit of history. This is the same ass that decided to show me how to work with lettuce after seven months of doing it the same way, he's going to show me the 'Wendy's way.' Ok. show me, but do it once, I can see what you are doing, and when you are in the vicinity, I will chop lettuce Wendy's way And when you leave the room, I'll chop it my way. Now, I don't know if things have changed, but I worked for a chef when I was sixteen all summer long. Guess what I did every day. Lettuce. Now, the CHEF tells me. Never let your knife leave the cutting board. And I've listened all these years. Boy wonder is swinging this knife that is 8" long around and I'm like.... um. no.

We had a new person this past week. One with experience. I get assigned a different job than lettuce and she gets stuck with it. The manager is supposed to help with lettuce. Not some of the time, not in between phone calls, not after they've done something else. But they are the lettuce cutting bitch from 7-8:15. Where is boy wonder? Off getting product at another store because they still haven't figured out how not to run out of shit. Where is the new girl with experience that I don't want scared away? 8:30 chopping lettuce.

So, I help her finish. Then tell him that if he isn't going to do what he's supposed to, then he needs to have someone help her. Not my perogative, it's fact.

Yesterday, I'm doing lettuce, I had some help from Tiffany while Boy Wonder is putting away the truck order and checking inventory. MCFLY.... You are supposed to be doing lettuce.

I am nearly finished. I'm finished with the part that takes the most time, the next part, easy as cake. Guess who comes over to 'help me bust out lettuce.'

If you didn't understand all of the above, imagine that you were promised help with cleaning the house, and you cleaned almost all of it by yourself and then the person who was supposed to help you, only takes out the trash. Then, they claim they've helped you clean the whole house.

This shit doesn't fly with me. And I've got the ultimate back up.

"Shall I call Tracy?"

aka The area manager. Because why? Because I'm right, and Tracy is the one who told me.

I *love* having a trump card. Tracy loves me. That's even better? But before anyone thinks I'm a suck up, I'll say, I work my ass off, and I am extremely particular about cleanliness and sanitation. I am forever bleaching the handles on everything. I mean. Nasty. Hello? If it's a handle or a door knob, it gets bleached.

Flu season? Ring a bell?

So. Tracy is the magic word, and I don't use it a lot. Just when I know that they are trying to pull some backwards shit. It's amazing how quickly they respond to this.

So, before I left, Boy Wonder was going on like a presidential candidate, " I promise, before I leave this store, it will be a nice store."

Asshole. It was nice before you got here. Why do I call him Boy Wonder? Because he's a side kick. He thinks he's dynamic, but really, he'll take just as many short cuts as anyone else when it comes right down to it. But instead of admitting this, he puts on airs.

If this makes me hateful. Then I'm suprisingly ok with this.

Well, Today is a muse day.

ttfn

Victorious

Oh, Yes.

I finally received word back from the Chipotle staff saying that I sent my on line complaint too. Remember when Dusty came down about 10 days ago?

This is what I sent them:

Hi,
I got hooked on Chipotle when they first came to Columbus, Ohio. Always
great food, service, and very clean.

So, my thought is, instead of using a rubber spatula to serve guac with,
perhaps they can use some sort of measuring spoon, so that you get the same,
every time, every place, and I don't feel trivial for complaining. I know I'm
getting what I've paid for, and not getting any attitude with it.
Thanks

This is their reply:

Thanks for the note and going to such lengths to enjoy our food, which we truly
do appreciate. I'm going to share your note with those operating the UC location
so they can take a look at the portioning. Every time you order guacamole,
whether it's on the side or in the burrito, you should always receive at least 4
ounces (a full portion cup on the side). If ever, you get what you feel to be
less, please ask for a manger or supervisor so we can get you taken care of. I
apologize for the frustrations, and we'll speak to our people about how respond
and handle such issues as well. Can I mail you a free burrito to compensate for
some of this, all while we get things back on track?

PS- We have contingent plans to be in Florence by the end of April. Is this
closer to you?

Oh, Yes. I was right, the cup was supposed to be full. 4 oz. that's half a cup.

They were skimping.

*does the na na na boo boo dance*

So, put that in your burrito and wrap it.

My reply:

Will my free burrito include guacamole?

I've become quite efficient at making my own burritos lately, however I don't get the mega sized wraps that they do.

In case you don't know, Florence is currently the city I live in. And I am sure to be thrilled with a Chipotle near by.

Also, Florence happens to be Tree City, U.S.A., for the past ten years, per the Arbor Foundation. I think it's kinda cool that the tree hugger inadvertantly ended up in Tree City USA.... don't you?

Not much else to talk about, still editing. I am hoping to be done by the end of this week. I have Friday off again, and I believe that to be a completely realistic goal. :)

x

it's only money.... right?

so, yesterday sucked money wise. i hate my bank, and i have to cancel one account because i'm tired of juggling two accounts, having bullshit happen, and then bank charges you 90.00 and BAM, it's gone.

i tried to get over it. and i was well on my way, and then my car started making a funny noise. it sounds like the breaks are grinding, and even sometimes when the car is just driving and you aren't applying the breaks. this sounds like a caliper. which equates to more money. at the moment, i'm trying not to give the fuck up on saving money. i mean every time i get somewhere financially and i've paid all my bills, and then out of the fucking blue... here comes some more shit. it's really distressing to cook everything from scratch and be energy cautious and gas cautious, for no apparent reason.

i suppose it's some sort of karma, but at the moment, i am none too happy about.

We went dancing last night. My friend Trish came down from Columbus and we went to Jillians. Usually the place rocks, I'd raved to Trish about how it was so great there, yadda yadda yadda, and then the damn dj sucked. Same dj. I can not stand it when they get everyone dancing and they stop the music. Especially since he'd sucked so bad no one wanted to get out on the floor. Even I, for nearly an hour. We decided to go up a level to the high energy dance music level.

holy moly.

girls on counters and cages and the floor was p.a.c.k.e.d.

oy.

that didn't bother me, i'm there to dance, not to watch the chicas. allthough you can't help but watch sometimes. i mean, whoa.

trish and i hang all over each other. we're both extremely affectionate. she's like a sister to me, however, i think everyone thought we were a couple. and my dancing for her and shimmying didn't help.

I made burritos yesterday. Partial attempt at retribution for guacamole negligence, but its just not the same.

allthough i'm getting quite good at making burritos now, if i can say so.

it's only money.

i've been sorta on line scarce as far as sites and blogging, because i've been editing like crazy. just trying to concentrate my focus to push that book through the finish line. I am to the point where i see that my book will have 18 chapters. at least the rough draft before the editing process brutalizes it. i mean morphs it into it's higher state.

either way, i'm currently editing chapter fifteen. on friday morning, i was editing chapter nine. i'm pleased with the progress, just ready to finish. be on to the next phase, the next thing.

there's something disturbing about flying through a chapter when all of a sudden 'badgers badgers badgers badgers badgers badgers mushroom mushroom...... snake snake.... oh it's a snake....'
pops into your head.

i blame Xinh.

so, still have a guest here in the house, gotta run.

x

Sinned

I have sinned.

I left the guacamole out last night. One and a half cups of bliss, ruined by my negligence. Will I ever recover? What are the possible karmic retributions for this. How many hail avocados must I do?

That I should stoop so low.

proactive

I saw something really precious today. I was people watching and waiting for my hubby to pick me up from work. A father and daughter were having dinner alone. The whole time, the father was so attentive. He helped her take her jacket off, he carefully piled five or six napkins in a row so that she could lay her food on top of them, he talked with her the whole time, actual conversation. He called her pretty, and explained things to her in a manner that was not condescending, but informative. When he saw that she had finished her nuggets, he asked if she was still hungry, then got her more. She objected to him having to pay more for her meal (totally cute) When they got up to leave, he helped her with her jacket. And said the sweetest thing, "After all, this is the last day you'll be six."

I can only take that to mean that it was her birthday tomorrow, and I thought it was sweet of him to show how little things matter. I don't often see such detail in parenting. Especially from a man towards his daughter. It reminded me a little bit of when I was a little girl and my dad used to lift me over puddles.

It was especially nice because this happened after a particularly hairy day at work.

Then, I had an epiphany. Just a thought that really stood out to me. Most of my epiphanies are realizations about how things are. This epiphany was special, and while I hope I have a lot more of them, I am not sure how many epiphanies are actually 'proactive'.

love you all
x

Fatigued

Can't place why, but I am fatigued today. I just feel drained. I think it's because I took that Tylenol cold and flu last night before going to bed because it's PM and sometimes I have issues sleeping. Well, I think it dragged into today, as I could nearly not get out of bed this morning, and I feel exhausted even though it's not neccessarily a long day for me.

Its so frickin cold outside right now that it's ridiculous. I think I'll blame it on the cold. Yes, it's that bitter type cold that whenever you go out into it, the only thought that you can have is 'How quickly can I get to a warm place?'
The air feels like it's attacking your skin despite the fact that you have clothes on. You don't want to go out in it, even if you *have* to do laundry, a week ago.

Yes yes yes i procrastinate, i know this... but I am getting better.

But on the other hand, I have made Employee of the Month! (Thanks Bitka for the congrats) I'm oddly proud of it. Even though I told my manager the reasons that I felt I didnt deserve it. He says, I do, so, who am I to argue?

Upon remembering that my father gave John and I money to get our own Christmas presents, which I am more than happy to do. Dad works at the post office, Christmas is busy, he and i are both practical sort of people. I was down there and I rearranged/ cleaned his kitchen and made sure it was stocked. that's my sort of present. And I bought a DVD and a VCR work out video. one is on Yoga for beginners. The other is 'walk away the pounds' it's supposed to be very good beginning tape, and both look like things that interest me and inspire me.

I had to get realistic when the Paula Abdul 'Shut up and Dance' work out video was completely too complex for me'. There's no way, i'll ever do it. I don't catch on to dance steps quickly, and that's just how it is, she goes through them too quickly, and the camera doesn't switch angles enough so that you can see exactly what they are doing with their feet.
grr.

Of course, now, i've got the heat cranked full tilt in the house and any time i'm really warm and comfy, i always want to sleep. so perhaps it's paranoia.

or perhaps it's procrastination coupled with boredom, i mean who has the time (truly) to sit here and wonder why they are feeling tired instead of fucking going to sleep?

hm?

Well i was waiting for bed time otherwise my schedule would be all out of whack and sheesh, that's worse than fatigue.

I am really excited that this weekend I have friday, saturday and sunday off!
yay!

Now it is finally time for bed

love yous
x

score score score

So, Dusty was on her way to visit me. I estimated her arrival to be between one pm to three pm, depending on when she actually left. When it was almost four p.m., I was starting to get worried. So, I go to look for my address book with both of her numbers in it.

My address book is not to be found. Because, I left it in PA, along with the ready to pay/check enclosed phone bill. Which I opted to pay yesterday on line. Unfortunately. My phone is 'temporarily disconnected'. Procrastination strikes again. I'd like to partly blame this on the hubabaloo surrounding the holidays where my main concern was wether or not my wee car was going to be able to handle two round trips of 8-10 hours.

But mostly, it was procrastination.

So, basically, Dusty could not get a hold of me, and I was worried. After a little on line tinkering, I was able to get my sister in law to give me Dusty's info, and I called her.

She had a late start. Well, at least she wasn't on her way back to Columbus, which had been my worst fear.

Then, we just met at chipotle, and had our lovely huge burritos.

Now, I order a vegetarian burrito, it comes with:

Tortilla, Black beans, rice, onions and green peppers, mild tomato salsa, lettuce, guacamole.

Now, if I wanted, they would put sour cream and cheese on it. Since I'm avoiding dairy at the moment, I pass on it. So when they put this pathetic amount of guacamole on my burrito, i was pretty miffed, even though I said 'lots of guacamole'. And when I asked for a side of guacamole, they only filled the little cup half full, usually it was all the way full. So, I said something to the cashier about it, and he says, "That's how much we've supposed to be giving all along." And I say, "Well, I've been going to several chipotles for a couple years now, and they've never put that amount on, and they've always filled the side full." He was like "Can I get you anything else?"

I'm like.....

.....

So, I think I'm going to have to learn how to make a decent burrito at home because this was just ridiculous. I work at a fast food place, I don't complain, unless there's a legitimate reason. The fact that they are skimping, is a legitimate reason. I mean, I drive forty five minutes for this burrito already. I am very personable, always friendly, I say thank you, yes mam no mam, etc.

The indifference I got was so bleah.

Fuck you guacamole heaven, I'll make the shit on my own.

....

After Dusty and I get back to my place, we do a bit of "What do you want to do?" "I don't know what do you want to do." Our plans had been to see a matinee, grab martinis, and go dancing.

It was a bit late for a three hour matinee, so it was either dancing or movie.

We decided on dancing.

We went to Jillians, where John's boss had taken all of us before, but arrived a bit too early, and Dusty whipped my ass five times in air hockey.

The shame i tell you. the shame.

Finally, it was time to go up three floors for dancing. We pay the five dollar cover charge, get our hands stamped, and get four tickets. To which I was like "???"

So, we find out that the tickets are good for four drinks. There are a list of drinks and they were pretty good, rock on.

I opted for soda for my last three as one is my limit.

The bartenders were both like post cards of perfect looking people. The female bartender was absolutely gorgeous, and the male bartender was 'omfg' gorgeous. He wore his shirt open all the way and a hawiian leigh (sp) and he had a perfect stomach.

*slobber*

I haven't seen a six pack like that ... ever.

Not to mention he was blue eyed and tall and shave headed. Every time he'd give you a wink when he served you a drink...

and i'm like, "I know you're giving me winks so your tips will be great, but I'll take any winks I get"

Not aloud. but damn.

*fans self*

Ok, so we were some of the very first people there. We got some water and used napkins to make ear plugs with. I didn't want my ears *ringing* this time.

The dj went between sucking to brilliant. He's supposed to play music from the 70's 80's and 90's. This keeps this dance floor mostly an older crowd, and less of a meat market. I love the place. I want to go every week. build up my stamina :P

They played Michael jackson four times. Now, I don't mind, but when it's got Billy Jean mixed in there all four times, you get sick of it. But it was fun dancing to disco, line dancing (which i'm shit at, but i try anyways), the stuff I grew up with, etc. They played I love Rock and Roll and I was in seventh heaven.

For the first part of the evening, it was wonderful. Not very crowded. Which is exactly what I like because I like to dance all over the floor. I'm quite energetic when dancing. But towards the end, there were some people there who were obviously looking to score and completely creeping Dusty and I out, we'd move to another section, and they'd follow.

*shudder*

But, I got danced with (as in they initiated) a very hot couple. First the guy, then the girl. And then later again. Score.

Score
Score
Score

After that happened, I went up to Dusty and was like "Did you see that????!!"

Yes, it doesn't take much to make my night, but they totally did. I had a few other dances, but they were mostly the ones that you try to dance away from.

There is a phenomenon where some people dance with drinks. If you dance with a drink in your hand, I can guarantee you can't keep up with me. Carrying a bottle drink in your hand eliminates some of your movement. Carrying a glass.... there ought to be a law i tell you.

So, Dusty and I were getting pooped. Well, it was one a.m. Four hours of dancing, almost straight would tire almost anyone. And feeling the need to look out for creepy people, sorta busts the mood.

So, we leave. Taking the elevator because our rubber band legs would not do well on the stairs.

I can't wait to go dancing again!

I'm addicted.

No parking baby. No parking on the dance floor.

hey jealousy

last night i was sitting at the computer wondering why Silas, who is one of the most affectionate cats does not visit me while I write. he used to all the time, and i had a separate chair for him.

I look down at my feet and i see Hemlock. Then I look out the door of the office and I see Manna, Silas and Scruffy all sitting in the doorway, glaring.

Hemlock is glaring back.

I realize that it appears he is guarding me. And therefor has a monopoly on the affection.

So, I go out to the hallway and pet all the outsiders and see that Hemlock is now glaring at me. He is pissed.

So, I've determined to test this. I start petting Silas, Hemlock is bathing himself like, 'that don't confront me'

Start using the doting kitty language. Hemlock glares.

I lean down to pet Hemlock, he takes one sniff of my hand, makes an annoyed noise and leaves the room.

My cat is jealous.

lost that bloggin feeeling

woah wohhh that bloggin feeling

dinno why. don't feel bloggy lately. ever just feel like everything is the same and you don't want to bitch and you tire sometimes of trying to put a spin on what is such a normal every day run of the mill existence? while that probably sounds depressing, it's not.

moo.

and it's gone gone gone.

woah wo oh.