The title of this journal entry is brought to you by the most excellent band U2, in honor of the release of their newest CD, How to dismantle an atomic bomb
had I the moula, my happy ass would be in the store, first in line to get it.
alas.
Today is a beautiful day, not too cold, the sun is peeking out, and I have the rest of the day off. I was only scheduled 7-10 today, which is fine by me because i can use the rest of today to bake!
i may upload more pics tonight
depends on my nap.
gotta have a nap because i'm going to dayton to have lunch with a wonderful staffmaker. can't wait to see him, it's been two weeks and i'm about nutty.
hate distance.
love yous
me
xx
My access to internet was interrupted after a power surge. After some technical adjustments, we have regained our access. Obviously.
The hippie retreat was nice. I tended the fire for the whole weekend. I'm such a pyro. I make a great fire.
Aunt Flo is leaving. Thankfully. Probably TMI, but at this point I think it's cause for shouting from the rooftop.
I called Glema after almost 4 years of no communication. In case some of you don't know who she is... that is my mother.
I talked to Crystal, who tells me, she's pregnant, and my sister Kassandra is pregnant too. Usually a reason for celebration, and I admit I am a bit excited, but really... I don't know what to think or to feel. A little envy, a little anxious as she isn't in the best of positions to have a baby right now.
I will be spending Saturday with my brother Michael, and my sister Crystal, and my two nephews, Alex and James. Can't wait.
All in all, the conversation with Glema was good. She seemed sober, at least Lucid, and only tried to give me a little grief about no contact for so long.
I did laundry, went to Walmart, and went to Trader Joes for my soy nuggets.
My feet are killing me. I have to buy some gel inserts because these slip resistant shoes may keep me from falling on the floor at work, but they suck as far as support and comfort.
Gotta get ready for work.
When I get home today, I'll catch up on comments and e mail.
love
me
x
Well, I was going to update, but didn't and I ended up posting a blank entry.
oops.
There's a new(er) guy at work named Leonardo. He is Latino, and we speak spanish back and forth to each other all day. I teach him a little, he teaches me a little we ask each other what this word means, or what that word means.
Anyhow.
We had a conversation today that was kinda funny.
Leo: Sabes que es una playa?
Me: Do I know what is a ___..... Que es playa in ingles? (What does 'playa' mean in english)
Leo: it means bitch.
Me: Bitch, Si, yo se, la palabra para bitch es puta. ( Oh, I know, the word for bitch is puta)
Leo: No. no. no. not Bitch, Beach.
Me: OH!! playa means BEACH! You say it BEEECH, not BITCH
Leo: Beeeech.
Me: Right. Beeech.
Leo: Beeeech
Me: Bueno!
Leo: Que es 'motherfucker'? (What is motherfucker?)
It was pretty funny at the time.
I was teased with the possiblity of leaving early today, but I was denied at the last moment. Suck, I have a shitton of things to do to get ready for this weekend.
I should be getting ready right now. Bleah.
I got the mammoth pile of laundry done. Still have to decide what I'm taking this weekend. I'd like to fall of f the fuckin roof already because this bloated, and bigger boobed thing is getting old. I want my boobs and tummy back Aunt Flo.
Damnable.
So anyhooo. I am sure many of you noticed (thank you for the comments btw) that I posted a picture of myself and the wonderful staffmaker. While I don't think the picture does him justice, I do think that it shows how serene we are together.
I am making cinammon rolls at the moment to take this weekend.
I am starting to get as excited as I know how to be about going into management. It looks like my training begins 1st or 2nd week of December. I've tried to give them the idea that I'd more prefer the last week of November. Apparently they like me because I'm aggressive.
When the fuck did I become aggressive? I'm usually a littl mild mannered, unless you are talking about close friends, but around managment and upper management, I am usually reserved. However, I did lean out the drive thru window as my District manager was leaving and ask ' Is Tim you little bitch?'
(hot co manager) Tim, about died.
"I can not believe that you just said that!!!!!"
"Why not? You just said it."
"There are things you say to a district manager, and things you say when the district manager is not around."
"So, you are his little bitch"
...
Enough for now. Must finish and pack.
xxx
The weekend was busy. I went dancing with Trish and Angel on Friday night and stayed out late. We went to Wallstreet. Its a club that is mostly frequented by the gay community, which almost always means better music, better dancing, better drinks and just more happening. I didn't get danced with by anyone of either sex. Color me not too disappointed. There was the part of getting on stage... oh dear. My mother's blood does flow through these veins.
Saturday morning, Lady and I went to the thrift store. I totally scored. 2 pairs of jeans, 1 pair of casual pants, 2 pairs black work pants, 2 black turtlenecks (for work, under the uniform), and 3 nice shirts for less than 14.00. One of those pairs of jeans were Gloria Vanderbilt, look brand new, and were only 2.00.
Oh, and a pair of black footies, never been worn, still had the silicon insert in them.
Saturday the Michigan clan arrived and I was treated to much attention from the wee Tobias. He was my buddy all weekend.
I was treated to a phone call from the lovely Calima, and hemmed my jeans while she and I chit chatted and caught up. It was lovely to hear from her again.
Kat stayed in my room with Tobias, and I agreed to sleep downstairs on the air mattress.
Mike called me about 7:30 and said "What would you do if I told you that I was already on my way?"
I had asked him to come on Saturday instead of Sunday because of everyone coming in to town and I wanted him to meet them. Neither of us likes to share each other at the moment. I am sure we will be a little more sharing as time passes, but at the moment, we just like to be together, alone.
"Really?! How far away are you?" A question that I always ask because, well, a girl's gotta brush her hair, her teeth, put a lil perfume on... Usually, he says, "About an hour and a half away."
This time I hear:
knock knock knock
"Is Linda there?"
Insert running downstairs and jumping on him. Gah, I really should work on a desire to have some dignity.
So, then it's both of us gonna sleep on the air mattress downstairs. This obviously means a cramp in the nookie getting agenda as I half heartedly regretted giving up my room.
Did we or didn't we? I had it in my karma, I was owed, I collected.
So anyhow.
We went to the meeting together on Sunday. We were both very nervous because the 2 of us were obviously together this time. Previously, there were only comments and glances, and nothing but their own assumptions. But now, there was something for them to see, a statement to make, and we were both nervous.
The election was held (new board members) and thankfully, the person that I preferred got President. Very thankfully.
There is a hippy retreat this coming weekend to which Dusty and I will both be going. It is at my favorite camp location and I am anxious to see the place in it's fall colors. Usually I see it in it's winter glory.
Anyhow, gotta get motivated.
xxx
Hey everyone. Its been an odd week. Just sorta in between and nothing going on that I haven't talked about before.
Had a wee visit from Le Dust Buffalo, and we switched her gym membership to me, so now i need to get my ass to the gym. But i am currently conversationally involved with the ever so generous web mistress, Calima. And I would be shit at the gym since I desperately need a nap.
The weather has been perfect fall weather, just a tad cold. I have been spoiled by 3 visits from my amor this week. I seem to walk around contentedly sighing. How disgusting. :P
We seem to enjoy sitting on the couch, cozied up, eating, while listening to music.
I think I've found someone who can talk more than I can.
He came over for election day, since he had the day off, and we went out and about in the world. I took him to Chipotle, and we went in to bath and body works, and to the Candle Barn. He told me to pick something out, and just let him know whatever I wanted. I turned around and pointed at him. I can't bear to spend 22.00 on a candle. Something he told me that I was going to have to get over.
mushy mushy bleah.
We also went to Trader Joes this week. That place is awesome. I love it. I can get my stuff *so* much cheaper than the alternative health food stores I've been going to.
My 'ice cream' at Krogers is 5.99. At Trader joes, it's 2.99. That is the most drastic of the price differences, but usually, that's what I'm after, and my chocolate 'icecream' is VERY important.
I think I'll have bean soup tonight. For some reason, that sounds *really* good to me. i wonder if I can find a recipe for vegan cornbread. I am sure the creature exists.