New Leaves

Why not, keep him up?

Baby baby I wanna hold you... I wanna make him stay up all night...

A song to keep Hey ya company.

I think I overdosed on french fries.
Strange enough, but i think that's what i wanted to do. eat them until i couldn't stand them.

I need to go to the grocery store.

But I was lazy and I didn't go.

plus i had to go to work and talk to my boss about a problem i'm having with a co worker.

this coworker has been increasingly difficult to work with and has actually crossed the line into using intimidating tactics. whenever i work the grill, he sees fit to yell at me the whole time about what he thinks i should be doing.

i am so sick of hearing him shout my name so that he can 'control' me by getting me to stop what i'm doing and let him show me whatever he thinks he needs to show me.

yesterday, he trapped me for a whole minute to tell me something that could have taken ten seconds. literally cornered me so that i couldn't really move until he said what he wanted to say for as long as he said it. he did it when i had my back turned and basically i was so suprised/aggravated because my concentration was in doing things quickly. we were in the middle of lunch rush.... i didn't even think about what he had just done.

then, today, he turned psychotic. i really wish i was exaggerating. he was saying things like 'i'm in control, i *will* be doing grill today' ( i was scheduled for grill) and i tell him that there's no need to be bent about it, i'd be happier to do sandwhiches (his job) so i switch with him, went back to sit down for my break and he's going on about how much he's in control, how he was gonna be on the grill or else. like i had no choice in the matter.

I told him that he wasn't explaining himself in a healthy manner. I am pretty proud of that response. Though, I wish I'd been more assertive in hind sight. I wish I'd stayed and worked grill and made his lazy ass work.

the way he was talking, he sounded CRAZY. like he was gonna hurt someone or something if he didn't get his way, and that he'd see that he'd get his way. because 'he's in control'. i waited for him to leave the building and practically begged the other guy to switch stations with him so that i didn't have to work next to him. i was so disturbed, that when i was offered to go home early, i pounced on the opportunity. then i went back to work later to talk to the general manager and demonstrate/ explain this person's horrible behaviour.

So, now that I've had a chance to think about this. And I'm not concentrating on my job. I realize what this guy was doing and I realize that I think this guy is the type of person that shows up and takes a whole slew of people out. My manager thinks that he's harmless and that he likes to intimidate women. Also, my manager has said that he will never put him on grill on a day he works. I told him that he wasn't there when this guy started talking crazy. He didn't see the look on his face. this guy wasn't reacting. he talked about it three different times in an hour repeating himself. Asserting his 'control'. I want to hate him for being so overbearing, for feeling that he can push me around.

at first thought, i asked the manager to schedule me away from him. but i realize, this was *exactly* what this guy wants. why? because i'm a threat to him. so i call back the general manager and say, 'put me right next to him. put me in the spot he wants to be in. i will not switch again.'

So, I've been sorta lazing about the house today as I try to digest all this.

I made homemade almond milk today. While it is not divine, it is good enough for cereal. I will have to continue working on the recipe, I think.

I have four lovely avocados in my fridge. I love the little mexican store (that I forgot to show Dusty)

Avocados for 99 cents

RIPE avocados from mexico perfect

Next thing I'll be making will be almond butter to replace peanutbutter in my daily grazing. I like making stuff from scratch. Its regenerating.

i'm being told by a certain string lover that it is bed time. hmf

hmm

don't click on these

ice travel

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as i suspected, but am probably the last to catch on to.

if you notice the word ice and travel are links. i did not make them links.

i was wondering why everyone was making such a big deal of ice. no matter where i go on the internet, the word ice is a link.

some horrible bug or whatever has the whole damn thing linking back to
res://mshp.dll/index.html#37049

and if you click on ice or travel this will override your home page preference even if you delete cookies/ temp internet files and change your preference.

still brings it back.

any suggestions on what i can do?

Wonderful trinkets

The symphony was a divine moment.

I doubt that any review that I give it would be true justice.
I was highly impressed. It was warm and full, and the song
"Into the West" had me crying like a baby.

Today, we went to Virgin Store, and Howard Shore signed my ticket stub. I have a ton of wonderful trinkets that belong to wonderful memories.

More later.

shake it like a polaroid picture

Up here in the land of Sadies and Dustbuffalos.
Relaxing morning.

Last night I dreamed of light blue snakes that came out of the vcr and bit me and the only way that I could stop these snakes from biting me was to kill the mother snake and take out her teeth. I know there were a couple of brown snakes too. It was such a strange dream since I am not keen on biting snakes, but was not afraid, just annoyed that these things just kept biting me.

Dusty and I have a lovely evening planned

Guacamole
Getting Ready
Meeting up with Shelagh and Wednesday
Chit chat
Dinner
Howard Shore pre-concert
Howard Shore conducting the Columbus Symphony as it plays LOTR music.

A lovely Bday indeed. :)

Why must it be like spring between us?
An accidental brush sings with meaning.
We stare transparent and mutual.
Did I have to frown?
I did not mean it so.
The exit was demure
but I tread so gently
not to discourage you.
Give me more of forbidden.
Let us both believe pretense.
Make a promise to me.
I will not hold you to it.
Let me hear you say it.
Later I can close my eyes,
and remember exactly how
your mouth formed each syllable.
You savored the cup because
it touched my lips.
Wetting your lips and quenching
the wrong thirst.
Corner me.
For the love of precious God,
close the gap!
If you were to to lay one kiss
upon my neck
straightway send me to heaven
I promise that you would
not be far behind.
I can not breathe when you are so near
and my arms are achingly empty.
And I can not bear to look you in the eyes
and see that it is late autumn.

Oh, My darling... I have such plans for you.

I've not been around much lately because I have so much going on. This week and for the next two weeks my apartment complex has decided to put water meters in all of the townhomes. This means that we will eventually be paying for our own water. However, I doubt that it means that we will get reduced rent when that comes into effect.

In addition to the above wonderful news [/sarcasm], they have been turning off the water every single day between 8:00a.m. and 4:00p.m. To make things even more comfy that means between those times, not only is the water off, but they've been coming in and out of the house.

If that wasn't enough, I have to round up the cats every morning and put them in the upstairs bathroom during those hours. I have employed all matter of trickery. Cat nip. Canned cat food. String. This is their reactions:

Silas: Yo... food. I'm there.
Manna: Cat nip. Mom's been holding out.
Scruffy: I don't know about this (tenatively waiting out in the hall so that he can bolt because he's so skittish. The cat shat himself one time when John sneezed in the shower.)
Hemlock: You are gonna have to chase me down. I am not stupid.

So, this is my three week joy.

I don't even want to know what sadistic thing I did to reap this karma.

In all of this hubub, someone saw fit to steal my ride. That would be the broom. Or perhaps the crafty dustpan finally talked the broom into some odd vegas adventure. They are probably playing slots even as I type. Well, I wasn't that fond of you, Mr Broom... anyways, you were always leaving straw behind when you were supposed to be leaving *nothing* behind. That's the idea behind sweeping afterall. And all the dustpan was good for was picking up crap. And, I can replace both of you, very easily. So there!

Romantic talk for my townhome before spring cleaning hits. This is the week. Can we all be extremely ecstatic that it's the equinox this week?

I can't explain it. I just do it. To make it even better, John's not under my feet while I'm cleaning. No offense, but some things a girl takes care of herself. (cough) And this also means no protesting when I go through the closet I've been asking him to help me with since we moved in. I'm not upset about it. In fact, I'm over it. But it doesnt mean I have to live with it. So, the mutual study is getting my special attention this weekend.

Oh, My darling, I have such plans for you.

I've a good start on the house cleaning. I woke up at six and cleaned the fuck out of my house. Now, it's laundry time.

I had a dream about Paris last night. Funny that my mind should give me a dream about lovely intricate moulding, and wrought iron. To make it even better, during the time that my dream occurred, the sky was always that sunset effect of layered colours that if you cross sectioned it, it would be a rainbow. I've had a dream before about Paris, where I'm visiting a friend. And this time, My friend was there still. John and I were together, and he wouldn't listen to me, I knew where we needed to go. I knew the route by heart, but he was insisting on taking the long way around. hmmm.

Well. Greg's CD is over, and that's my cue to hit the laundry mat.
ciao

La Mentira del Disolucion Facil

Si la verdad es imposible para su a agarro
cuando admitido en eses fragmentos
que no puede descifrar de quien vida
que te desesperadamente atentando a reunir.
Tu encontrar tu mismo solamente
Maldeciendo por que fue perdonador
Estrangulando encima antigua lengua
y abierto brazos aburrido sin bienvenida de tu
y lucho a obtener la falta de mi en la silencia de tu

Diga me,porfavor, que neccessito a hacer
a obtener el luz de sol en el favor de tu,
o la evidencia de su despedida de mi

The lie of the easy let down

The truth is impossible for you to grasp
When you receive it in shards
that you can not decipher who's life
that you are desperately trying to fix
You find yourself alone
Cursing because you were forgiving
Choking upon the once sweet tongue
and open arms grow weary without your welcome
and I struggle to find my fault in your silence
Tell me, please, what do I have to do
to obtain the sunshine of your favor
or the proof of your dismissal of me.

Dusty came to my house tonight and I took about 99 pics of her. I touseled her hair this way and that way, and put make up on her. Unfortunately... I poked her in the eye with the mascara. Poor thing started watering up. I am anxious to see what the pics look like.

I made guacamole tonight, which was perfect. I've had a very bad time with guac lately. Hummus too. I've not made them right, or something's been wrong with my tastebuds.

tired. must sleep.

Keeper of the Hearth

This weekend was good for me. Not neccessarily for John. I was needing a stress free weekend. I got a thorough massage. I got to catch up with people that I love.

I spent the majority of Saturday tending a fire. I really didn't do much else. I was suprised that it was very therapeutic to tend the fire, to scoop the ashes, to build a pocket of hot coals, to add fuel, to fuss at stupid people who think they know how to build a fire for getting within five foot of my fire and looking like they were going to touch it....

oh wait, ok, back to the soothing part.

I got to love on Tobias who is only three months old and more than happy to tango or play choo choo. I must remember to play choo choo about an hour after he eats and not five minutes after.

I am also proud to be the musical chair champion. There was a bottle of mead for the winner, and I won. It was myself and another woman in the last round and we went round and round and round and the music stopped, i went to sit down, and she pulled the chair out from under me, and i fell, and she got yelled at, so, they put the president in the chair so that it didn't get moved. The winner had to sit on the president's lap. Now, our president is a very large man. Like 400 lbs or so. That chair isn't moving. the other problem is that he has more than enough lap for two women. So, I said to myself. 'Take one for the hometeam, you are going to have to climb up on this dude.'

Music stops

Hawk jumps into a straddle on president, insert lots of flashing lights, and people howling.

It was a hoot for sure.

Besides new jingly anklets and long drives, that's really all that happened.

I now have my Sunday things to attend to. My kitchen missed me.

And I'll be in Scotland before you.

*sigh*

Today was Josh's day to pick the music. He had a ton of Gaelic, Irish, Scotish, Blue Grass, Folk, and Classical. I almost fell in love. Lettuce takes a long time, its easy to get introspective there. He had about 30 minutes of bagpipes, which I loved.

I got to thinking about Glasgow and chips on Buchanan Street, listening to the two pipers, or walking around Georges square, watching the cloud roll swiftly across the sky, and the way your feet sink just a bit into the grass, The feeling of awe when you walk around inside of the Cathedral, finding real heather, ivy leaves as big as my hand, pound notes, drinks with friends in big blue chairs that feel like hugs, getting the piss taken out of you for skinny dipping, movies-burgers-ice cream-diet coke, and oops I left the cabbage in your fridge.

The CD ended with a very soulful and spirited rendition of Loch Lomond. As soon as "You take the high road, and I'll take the low road," started across the speakers... I started crying. I'd like to make excuses like, 'It's been a rough week', or ' It's the estrogen.' But really, sometimes these things just catch you unawares.

Tiffany walks up to Josh and smacks him and says, "Thats for making Linda cry."

By yon bonnie banks,
And by yon bonnie braes,
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond,
Where me and my true love
Were ever want to gae,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.

Oh! ye'll take the high road and
I'll take the low road,
And I'll be in Scotland afore ye;
But me and my true love
Will never meet again
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.

Geeking

You would think since I am someone who has definately lost her cool, and not always waited to get home to lose it, that I would have more tolerance. More empathy. But I don't. I absolutely have no tolerance for people who can't stand pressure on a consistant basis. Especially if they are management.

We have new sandwhiches today. They changed all the chicken sandwhiches to go on a kaiser bun and put a different sauce on them. Which, in the 'Wendy's world' a.k.a. not the real world, is a big hairy fuckin deal. So, since we have a new line of sandwhiches, every big wig in the area had to be there. Which means boy wonder started geeking.

First, he yelled at Tiffany, then he was joking around again. Now, the manager is supposed to help with lettuce until 8:15. That means, for one hour and fifteen minutes, a manager should not move from the lettuce area. Well, suffice it to say that boy wonder, is barely ever there. To the point that I've started singing 'Swing Low Sweet Chariot' and 'Nobody Knows the Trouble I've Seen', whenever he leaves because I know I'm going to be doing lettuce by myself. Do I get extra time to do it? No.

So, when he came back, this is basically the conversation we had:

D: I help all the time with lettuce.
H: In what alternate universe?
D: What would you have me do Linda, when my superiors call me away?
H: Tell them that they know that you are supposed to do lettuce until 8:15,
so you will gladly talk about golf with them after 8:15.
D: riiiiight.
H: Oh wait, I forgot, that action requires balls.
(Insert snickering from Tiffany and Tracy, and me trying to stay deadpan, but giggling.)
D:You are so hateful Linda.
H: Oh wait, maybe visualization might help you stay focused on doing lettuce. See, the lettuce can be the golf ball, and the knife, can be your iron.....
(snickering again, I was on fire.)

Later on, it's about an hour till open, Boy wonder is massively geeking. The last thing that my position does is clean the sink. I am cleaning the sink.

D:Linda, are you almost done?
H: (Play attitude which I give all the time) Does it look like I'm almost done?
D: (Yelling) I asked you a simple fucking question Linda.....

The rest of what he said, I don't remember because I blocked it out. I was so shocked that he was fucking yelling at me like that. I told the manager that I've never walked out on anyone, but I almost did today.

On top of that, they took one of our good managers away. Unbelievable.

Basically, just the worst fucking day at work that I've ever had. I was absolutely miserable. I am glad that the work day is over. I'll be cleaning house tonight because that sort of confrontational bullshit puts me in the mood to just clean everything.

Plus, I'll be going to a hippie retreat this weekend and I want to have all my stuff done, and be able to relax.

Josephine

Tonight, John took me to see Mr Morris and Mike play. They were playing an accoustical gig tonight. Very, very good. To make the night even better, He has a new CD of a recording from the show that I missed on Mardi Gras celebration. It has the song Josephine, which he took a moment to explain to me was about the direct disobedience of Hitler's order to torch Paris. To make it even better, Greg refused my money for the CD. :)

There were several people who bought CD's tonight and there was a lady who wanted his info because she handles acquiring music for malls and such. Very exciting. I am really enjoying his music. John and I agree that he's very good no matter which way he plays, accoustic, electric, fiddle/mandolin/celtic... blues.

I could continue raving but I'm gonna listen to my CD.

Just u n w i n d.......................

Tonight, I have an ideal evening planned. I will go for my walk, and do my weights and yoga. Usually, it would just be weights and yoga tonight, but it's the end of the week and I am going try and wind down a bit. Walking always winds me down. I'll make hummus and let it set out while I take a very long bubble bath. ( I like hummus that's had time for everything to blend together well.) After the bubble bath, I'll eat hummus with a small glass of white wine. If I feel so inclined, I'll write in my short story. Go to bed when I feel like it. Classical music all the way tonight. Soft, complementary, and soothing.

Finalemente

I have a digital camera.

This is cause for mass celebration. I have been waiting and waiting for the right deal, right time, etc etc. While it's not top-o-the-line, it's damn good and I'm most pleased with it.

This is my birthday present, 25 days early.

This is only the beginning.

"It's a clean sweep."

11 for 11

Congratulations Lord of the Rings crew. You deserve it.