08:30
Last night was the most freakish I have had in a long time. I was a little nervous driving into town last night, but all went very well. I wasn't worried about my driving so much as I was worried about everybody else's. Most of these people have lived here all their lives and they are still surprised that it snows every year.
Morons.
Anyway, it was mostly wet on the way in. Coming home though, that was more interesting. Never mind the icy spots (mostly at intersections - caused by people who first slide to a halt, then spin to try and take off quickly. Morons.), those I can deal with. It was the fact that I had no low beams at all. Which is okay in the city - it's pretty well lit, but once I got into the highway ... I was not happy. I could just barely see what lane I was in. Luckily it's a pretty straight forward drive. As soon as I hit my RR turn though, those highs came on! It was SO good to see where I was going.
Thank all that's Good that I made an appointment to get the truck taken in on Wednesday. I could have taken it in on Tuesday, but that might have interfered with my T'n'T plans. I don't want to miss that. Jade will be driving me in to my lesson tonight. Which means he'll be miserable. I'll just be happy that it's my last lesson. They were going to automatically bill me for the next session too. Uh, no. Not happening, thanks. And I won't be back either. This automatic session charging clued me in to why I'm dis-satisfied with the teaching method and why it feels like it's just a practise after practise. It's a gradual continual thing ... I'd have to take lessons for the year to get the full learning experience. Possibly longer. I was being treated like I was part of the cycle. Which is stupid, because I wasn't even aware that the cycle existed. That's not how it was described to me.
Nah, next time, I'll get a one-on-one trainer. Then I can get proper instruction for Me. The lessons I'm about to finish just destroyed what confidence I had. I used to be a pretty good rider - now I wonder how I used to stay on a horse.
Anyway ...
The exodus into the basement has slowly begun. Most of the big stuff will wait for the guys to get home. I just can't get it moved by myself. Dona is in just as much of a hurry, but she's still recovering from a broken arm and she says she's just not strong enough even if she wasn't. So there you are. I can help get things started though. ;)
*BOOT!*
Hee hee!
Sweet Dreams!
PS. Did you see him yet? He's not that hard to miss!
Monday, October 30, 2006
Saturday, October 28, 2006
Holy Spam, Batman!
October 28, 2006 - 09:30
I can't believe it. Somebody actually spammed my site! And worse, it was a cheap-ass-obvious spam! What kind of an idiot do these fools think I am? On the bright side, I rejected my first comment. :) I'm so glad that I can do that! Flame me all you want, but moronic comments, and SPAM, are intolerable and you will be DENIED!!
Mwahahahahahaha!
I'm feeling Evil now.
I wrote that e-mail. I felt so bad about it I went straight to bed ... and spent the next hour trying to sleep. She hasn't answered it, nor has she picked up her birthday card. *sigh*
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Lynne!!!
Hee hee ... older than me again ...
So ... there's like a foot of snow outside right now. Seriously. If that's an exaggeration, I'm only off by a couple inches. It's looking like a lazy day today. That's okay though. Because the finishing touches (minus a couple minor glitches) will be done in the basement today and we can take a lot of stuff out of the garage!! then we can finish the shed door and get even more stuff out of the garage! Whee! It's a win/win situation!
I wonder what's for super?
Snowy days always make me feel like baking! I refuse to do any though until I find my measuring spoons with the imperial measurements on it. (I tried metric last night with supper and barely survived.) I also want to get that kitchen re-organised ... which won't happen until we get some storage space/shelves in the garage.
*sigh*
Sweet Dreams!
I can't believe it. Somebody actually spammed my site! And worse, it was a cheap-ass-obvious spam! What kind of an idiot do these fools think I am? On the bright side, I rejected my first comment. :) I'm so glad that I can do that! Flame me all you want, but moronic comments, and SPAM, are intolerable and you will be DENIED!!
Mwahahahahahaha!
I'm feeling Evil now.
I wrote that e-mail. I felt so bad about it I went straight to bed ... and spent the next hour trying to sleep. She hasn't answered it, nor has she picked up her birthday card. *sigh*
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Lynne!!!
Hee hee ... older than me again ...
So ... there's like a foot of snow outside right now. Seriously. If that's an exaggeration, I'm only off by a couple inches. It's looking like a lazy day today. That's okay though. Because the finishing touches (minus a couple minor glitches) will be done in the basement today and we can take a lot of stuff out of the garage!! then we can finish the shed door and get even more stuff out of the garage! Whee! It's a win/win situation!
I wonder what's for super?
Snowy days always make me feel like baking! I refuse to do any though until I find my measuring spoons with the imperial measurements on it. (I tried metric last night with supper and barely survived.) I also want to get that kitchen re-organised ... which won't happen until we get some storage space/shelves in the garage.
*sigh*
Sweet Dreams!
Friday, October 27, 2006
Nobody Here But Us Chickens ... (or The Aliens Made Me Do It!)
13:41
Well, I had a chance to say 'no' ... and I chickened out. I stopped by Lynne's work to drop off her presents and she was so happy to see me that I couldn't say it. *sigh* Well, I also agreed to go Trick or treating with her and Erin? so, maybe she'll forgive me for not wanting to go to the bar? We'll see. *sigh*
I'm dead, aren't I?
On the good news of things, Barq's is not a canceelled product!! *cheers madly* Apparently, the delivery person was incorrect in her statement that Coca-Cola was no longer going to make it. What she meant was that the location that she was delivering to would no longer be ordering it. Which is weird, because they not only still have it, but they can't keep itin stock! Who knows? All I know is that if I ever find her, I'm gonna tell her that Coke is no longer going to be paying her and give her a smack in the head. Shame on her. Maybe she told Jade that because she was disappointed that he had a girlfriend. Again, who knows?
The garage package should arrive tomorrow. Then I get to spend all day helping to build it. And all morning on Sunday. I might even do some on Monday when the guys are at work. Depends on how far we are and what we're working on at the time. Dona just laughs when I talk about doing this stuff. She's still firmly in the "Woman's work and Man's work" world. She once made me describe how to build a shelf just to prove that I could do it. And she still wasn't satisfied.
Darn traditionalists.
Anyway, I got me things to do ... better get doing them ...
Sweet Dreams!
Well, I had a chance to say 'no' ... and I chickened out. I stopped by Lynne's work to drop off her presents and she was so happy to see me that I couldn't say it. *sigh* Well, I also agreed to go Trick or treating with her and Erin? so, maybe she'll forgive me for not wanting to go to the bar? We'll see. *sigh*
I'm dead, aren't I?
On the good news of things, Barq's is not a canceelled product!! *cheers madly* Apparently, the delivery person was incorrect in her statement that Coca-Cola was no longer going to make it. What she meant was that the location that she was delivering to would no longer be ordering it. Which is weird, because they not only still have it, but they can't keep itin stock! Who knows? All I know is that if I ever find her, I'm gonna tell her that Coke is no longer going to be paying her and give her a smack in the head. Shame on her. Maybe she told Jade that because she was disappointed that he had a girlfriend. Again, who knows?
The garage package should arrive tomorrow. Then I get to spend all day helping to build it. And all morning on Sunday. I might even do some on Monday when the guys are at work. Depends on how far we are and what we're working on at the time. Dona just laughs when I talk about doing this stuff. She's still firmly in the "Woman's work and Man's work" world. She once made me describe how to build a shelf just to prove that I could do it. And she still wasn't satisfied.
Darn traditionalists.
Anyway, I got me things to do ... better get doing them ...
Sweet Dreams!
Taking action!
08:49
Action of the day: Go nude! Buff your nails instead of using toxic nail polish. Most commercial nail polishes contain chemicals that are suspected human carcinogens and hormone disrupters. Some of these chemicals pose increased risk to pregnant women and should be avoided as much as possible.
When I first saw that, my jaw dropped. Go nude? What's naked got to do with helping the environment? Then I remembered part of Elohelae's entry and laughed 'til I slid part way down my chair. First impressions can be so much fun ...
I bought myself a new address book yesterday. Okay, I bought two. One's for my purse. Still, it's the first one I've bought for myself in ... whoa ... five years. That's not an exaggeration, either. My current phone book was at the back of a 2001 daytimer. I had purchased THAT when I was working for ATCO.
I had gone to the doctor for a check up - I have to go every six months, and discovered that I can now just go once a year ... right after I see the specialist in three months. *sigh* Anyway, I'm on some strong meds right now for an infection. I get to go back and get that checked out in about a week. (You know the meds are strong when the warning says that this could kill you.) Thanks, I feel better now. *rolls eyes*
Lynne has a similar infection, so immediately texted her and thanked her for passing it on. Darn girl didn't even take the bait. I expected a laugh at least. Granted, she was working when I texted her, I know, but I thought she'd ask later. Hmmm ... actually, she never claimed innocence either ... Hmmmm ...
Damn, I'm sick of seeing doctors. Actually, it's not the seeing them that bothers me so much. It's being in the office. It's the w a i t i n g .... Even if you have an appointment, you wait for about 15 min in the waiting room, then you wait about ten more once they put you in the little room. GAH!
At least add posters for me to stare at while I'm in there!
(No, they don't have to be naked ones ...)
(But it wouldn't hurt either ...) Hee hee
The joy of construction continues ... we've had a string of bad service lately. Things have been ordered that aren't ready by pick up day, or they haven't even arrived. We were told our tiles were back-ordered. Actually, they hadn't left Vancouver yet. We told them to forget it and we got them somewhere else. The same company then screwed up on our carpet order. We ordered enough for two rooms ... they sent us enough for one. We got a call yesterday that the bars for Dona's tub were ready for pick up. Arrived to find that only half the set was there ... and they had to search for that. We wanted to hire somebody to build our garage for us - just the basics ... walls, siding and roof ... but not for $4000.
Makes me ill just thinking about it.
No, wait ... that's the pill I just took.
So I've got a bit of a dilema. I've been hedging and putting off and just avoiding an outright 'no'. Wait, lemme start at the begining.
Lynne wants me to go to New City with her. She goes with her friends every Saturday (possibly more often, but Saturday is a given.) This Saturday is her birthday, so she especially wants me to be there. And I'd love to see her ... but I have no interest in going to New City. I have less interest in going to meet her at 22:00. She says that I don't have the smoke allergy excuse any more ... but there was more to it than that. She's got a selective memory at times.
I am not a bar person. I don't like the music, I don't like the volume, even if I could stand the music, and I don't drink. I am not a night person. I don't want to leave the house at a time when I normally go to bed. I certainly don't want to drive for forty-five minutes to do it either. I'll fall asleep on the highway. I don't particularily like driving the highway at night either. And now I'm on meds that make me feel floaty/dizzy. Right.
On top of all that, I'd be sitting with a bunch of people I don't know - one of which really doesn't like me because she doesn't understand my humour. And I don't like her because I think she's a selfish bitch with serious lime-light envy.
No, it's not a situation I want a part of. I guess I'll e-mail her today and fess up. Chances are she doesn't read this site anymore anyway. I've never seen any sign of it - she's too darn busy. Even if she does, she'll be mad either way. She might forgive me later ... after she's bitched about it to somebody. Maybe me, maybe somebody else who already doesn't care two figs about who I am. She'll get over it.
Maybe I'll drive into town and deliver her present(s) at her work. I hear there's a Second Cup across the street.
Dona just asked for a ride into town ... maybe I'll will get to give her her gift today ...
Sweet Dreams!
Action of the day: Go nude! Buff your nails instead of using toxic nail polish. Most commercial nail polishes contain chemicals that are suspected human carcinogens and hormone disrupters. Some of these chemicals pose increased risk to pregnant women and should be avoided as much as possible.
When I first saw that, my jaw dropped. Go nude? What's naked got to do with helping the environment? Then I remembered part of Elohelae's entry and laughed 'til I slid part way down my chair. First impressions can be so much fun ...
I bought myself a new address book yesterday. Okay, I bought two. One's for my purse. Still, it's the first one I've bought for myself in ... whoa ... five years. That's not an exaggeration, either. My current phone book was at the back of a 2001 daytimer. I had purchased THAT when I was working for ATCO.
I had gone to the doctor for a check up - I have to go every six months, and discovered that I can now just go once a year ... right after I see the specialist in three months. *sigh* Anyway, I'm on some strong meds right now for an infection. I get to go back and get that checked out in about a week. (You know the meds are strong when the warning says that this could kill you.) Thanks, I feel better now. *rolls eyes*
Lynne has a similar infection, so immediately texted her and thanked her for passing it on. Darn girl didn't even take the bait. I expected a laugh at least. Granted, she was working when I texted her, I know, but I thought she'd ask later. Hmmm ... actually, she never claimed innocence either ... Hmmmm ...
Damn, I'm sick of seeing doctors. Actually, it's not the seeing them that bothers me so much. It's being in the office. It's the w a i t i n g .... Even if you have an appointment, you wait for about 15 min in the waiting room, then you wait about ten more once they put you in the little room. GAH!
At least add posters for me to stare at while I'm in there!
(No, they don't have to be naked ones ...)
(But it wouldn't hurt either ...) Hee hee
The joy of construction continues ... we've had a string of bad service lately. Things have been ordered that aren't ready by pick up day, or they haven't even arrived. We were told our tiles were back-ordered. Actually, they hadn't left Vancouver yet. We told them to forget it and we got them somewhere else. The same company then screwed up on our carpet order. We ordered enough for two rooms ... they sent us enough for one. We got a call yesterday that the bars for Dona's tub were ready for pick up. Arrived to find that only half the set was there ... and they had to search for that. We wanted to hire somebody to build our garage for us - just the basics ... walls, siding and roof ... but not for $4000.
Makes me ill just thinking about it.
No, wait ... that's the pill I just took.
So I've got a bit of a dilema. I've been hedging and putting off and just avoiding an outright 'no'. Wait, lemme start at the begining.
Lynne wants me to go to New City with her. She goes with her friends every Saturday (possibly more often, but Saturday is a given.) This Saturday is her birthday, so she especially wants me to be there. And I'd love to see her ... but I have no interest in going to New City. I have less interest in going to meet her at 22:00. She says that I don't have the smoke allergy excuse any more ... but there was more to it than that. She's got a selective memory at times.
I am not a bar person. I don't like the music, I don't like the volume, even if I could stand the music, and I don't drink. I am not a night person. I don't want to leave the house at a time when I normally go to bed. I certainly don't want to drive for forty-five minutes to do it either. I'll fall asleep on the highway. I don't particularily like driving the highway at night either. And now I'm on meds that make me feel floaty/dizzy. Right.
On top of all that, I'd be sitting with a bunch of people I don't know - one of which really doesn't like me because she doesn't understand my humour. And I don't like her because I think she's a selfish bitch with serious lime-light envy.
No, it's not a situation I want a part of. I guess I'll e-mail her today and fess up. Chances are she doesn't read this site anymore anyway. I've never seen any sign of it - she's too darn busy. Even if she does, she'll be mad either way. She might forgive me later ... after she's bitched about it to somebody. Maybe me, maybe somebody else who already doesn't care two figs about who I am. She'll get over it.
Maybe I'll drive into town and deliver her present(s) at her work. I hear there's a Second Cup across the street.
Dona just asked for a ride into town ... maybe I'll will get to give her her gift today ...
Sweet Dreams!
Monday, October 23, 2006
Movin' at the speed of molasses
15:48
I am bored out of my bleedin' tree right now. And if that's not bad enough, I've also got the munchies. But when I go tothe kitchen to find something, I don't want anything. Grrr ... It's just one of those days.
I'm restless, but can't get the interest in doing anything. I've got a riding lesson tonight, and I can't even find the energy to want to do that. I'm going to go, of course. I've only got two left. I won't be going back for any more.
There are things that Ic ould be doing, while the waether is still nice, but I lack the tools at this time. they are either burried in the garage, or still in the city, waiting to come over. There are a few other little things in the house that I can do in preparation of Jade's parents finally moving down to the basement this weekend, but it's a similar situation. Some of the stuff I need is still in the city, and frankly, I don't want to just move a few pieces ... I want to get into it and get it all done! Or mostly done ... depending on time, etc.
I'm restless and lack things to keep me busy. I'm lethargic and don't want anything that (little as it is) I can do.
Yeah, just one of those days.
So I'll wolf down some supper, drive to the other side of the city (picking up passengers along the way), take my second last lesson, drop the passengers off, drive home and fall into bed. Tomorrow, I plan on chopping down a tree or two. I found my pruners too, so I can go in there and get some small stuff out too. I wandered ina bit and saw where the drop off is. We're going to need some serious grading work done to get a road down to the barn. On the other hand, there is also the possibility of just creating a new entrance off the road, closer to the barn. Then we can just clear a path towards the barn for walking ... with steps in the steep parts. Kinda like our own river valley path. Complete with wildlife. :)
The shed is almost done. We're just waiting for the garage package to show up. Anytime now would be nice. Before the snow flies? I asked Jade if I should call and find out WTF is the hold up, but he said not to worry about it. Personally, I think somebody should call. There could be an issue and we could get it cleared up now, instead of later when there's three feet of snow on the ground.
Mmm ... supper smells good. And it's going to be another hour and a half until I get to eat it. I accept the fact that I have to move supper back a bit because the guys get home from work later. (Stands to reason - we're farther away) but it bugs me that supper isn't served until another hour after they get home because Jade's Dad, Wayne, likes to sit for a bit to have coffee first. That's getting kinda late in the evening for me. It's getting to the point where I'm eating two lunches just to cope. It's a bit late for Jade too. He's never liked having supper that late. I've never really seen Wayne sit and relax with this coffee ... so why are we waiting a whole hour? Why not give him half an hour to clean up and sit for a bit? He can drink the coffe with his supper. He can have it after (which happens more often than before supper). I'm used to having supper around 17:00 ... why am I being forced to wait until 18:30 or later? This is stupid. I tried to talk to Dona about it (Jade's Mom) but she's all into what he likes and what they are used to. Why is it all about them? Why am I making all the sacrifices? All the compromises?
Grr ... *sigh*
I need to go do something ... work off my frustration.
Next year, I'm re-painting the living room with a colour that I want. It's my house, dammit.
Sweet Dreams!
I am bored out of my bleedin' tree right now. And if that's not bad enough, I've also got the munchies. But when I go tothe kitchen to find something, I don't want anything. Grrr ... It's just one of those days.
I'm restless, but can't get the interest in doing anything. I've got a riding lesson tonight, and I can't even find the energy to want to do that. I'm going to go, of course. I've only got two left. I won't be going back for any more.
There are things that Ic ould be doing, while the waether is still nice, but I lack the tools at this time. they are either burried in the garage, or still in the city, waiting to come over. There are a few other little things in the house that I can do in preparation of Jade's parents finally moving down to the basement this weekend, but it's a similar situation. Some of the stuff I need is still in the city, and frankly, I don't want to just move a few pieces ... I want to get into it and get it all done! Or mostly done ... depending on time, etc.
I'm restless and lack things to keep me busy. I'm lethargic and don't want anything that (little as it is) I can do.
Yeah, just one of those days.
So I'll wolf down some supper, drive to the other side of the city (picking up passengers along the way), take my second last lesson, drop the passengers off, drive home and fall into bed. Tomorrow, I plan on chopping down a tree or two. I found my pruners too, so I can go in there and get some small stuff out too. I wandered ina bit and saw where the drop off is. We're going to need some serious grading work done to get a road down to the barn. On the other hand, there is also the possibility of just creating a new entrance off the road, closer to the barn. Then we can just clear a path towards the barn for walking ... with steps in the steep parts. Kinda like our own river valley path. Complete with wildlife. :)
The shed is almost done. We're just waiting for the garage package to show up. Anytime now would be nice. Before the snow flies? I asked Jade if I should call and find out WTF is the hold up, but he said not to worry about it. Personally, I think somebody should call. There could be an issue and we could get it cleared up now, instead of later when there's three feet of snow on the ground.
Mmm ... supper smells good. And it's going to be another hour and a half until I get to eat it. I accept the fact that I have to move supper back a bit because the guys get home from work later. (Stands to reason - we're farther away) but it bugs me that supper isn't served until another hour after they get home because Jade's Dad, Wayne, likes to sit for a bit to have coffee first. That's getting kinda late in the evening for me. It's getting to the point where I'm eating two lunches just to cope. It's a bit late for Jade too. He's never liked having supper that late. I've never really seen Wayne sit and relax with this coffee ... so why are we waiting a whole hour? Why not give him half an hour to clean up and sit for a bit? He can drink the coffe with his supper. He can have it after (which happens more often than before supper). I'm used to having supper around 17:00 ... why am I being forced to wait until 18:30 or later? This is stupid. I tried to talk to Dona about it (Jade's Mom) but she's all into what he likes and what they are used to. Why is it all about them? Why am I making all the sacrifices? All the compromises?
Grr ... *sigh*
I need to go do something ... work off my frustration.
Next year, I'm re-painting the living room with a colour that I want. It's my house, dammit.
Sweet Dreams!
Friday, October 20, 2006
Cheers!
I should be in bed right now, but I just can't make myself go just yet.
Things are going very well for me today. It's been a good couple of days, but today was the bestest. (Okay, not the bestest, but definitely the best so far.)
Today, The Old Lady went to Bingo. (That's a temp nick ... I think.) While she was gone, I tidied things up a bit. She noticed too. I thought she'd make a fuss, but she didn't. In fact, she gave me carte blanche to do whatever I wanted with the kitchen.
Cool.
Still have to wait for the garage to empty and some storage shelves to go up though, otherwise I would have overhauled everything today. I'm not sure what I enjoyed more ... making the place feel like mine, or having the afternoon all to myself.
Got a brief reply from Lynne ... in the usual spot (her site) and on the one message among others that I new she'd instantly reply to upon reading. I tried to send her a "chatty" e-mail as per her request, but I've never been able to write anything "chatty" under pressure. Those kind of messages come when I'm bored, but still in a good mood. Then I end up sounding like the Mayor's wife in The Colour Purple. If you haven't seen it, do. It's one of my faves.
Bonus points to anybody who buys it on DVD for me. Yule is coming, you know. Are you listening, Jade? No, of course you aren't. You never read this thing. *sigh*
Elly isn't listening either. Not that I expect anything from him but Christmas cheer. ;)
Speaking of which, The Old Lady asked me where I was putting the Tree. I was surprised. Hadn't even thought about it ... and I said so. I mean, can't we get past Samhain before I worry about Yule?
*gets wheedling look on face* I've got a fire pit over here, Lynne. I'm not sure where your cauldron is, but I think I have a subsitute ... or I can buy a new one, if it pleases you. We can have a traditional chant with hot coco and marshmallows. (Okay, maybe some mulled wine for the traditional part, but coco or cider is good too!) I have cinnamon sticks for the cider too! And lots and lots of crackers ...
I think I'll go away and think about that for a bit ...
Sweet Dreams!!
Things are going very well for me today. It's been a good couple of days, but today was the bestest. (Okay, not the bestest, but definitely the best so far.)
Today, The Old Lady went to Bingo. (That's a temp nick ... I think.) While she was gone, I tidied things up a bit. She noticed too. I thought she'd make a fuss, but she didn't. In fact, she gave me carte blanche to do whatever I wanted with the kitchen.
Cool.
Still have to wait for the garage to empty and some storage shelves to go up though, otherwise I would have overhauled everything today. I'm not sure what I enjoyed more ... making the place feel like mine, or having the afternoon all to myself.
Got a brief reply from Lynne ... in the usual spot (her site) and on the one message among others that I new she'd instantly reply to upon reading. I tried to send her a "chatty" e-mail as per her request, but I've never been able to write anything "chatty" under pressure. Those kind of messages come when I'm bored, but still in a good mood. Then I end up sounding like the Mayor's wife in The Colour Purple. If you haven't seen it, do. It's one of my faves.
Bonus points to anybody who buys it on DVD for me. Yule is coming, you know. Are you listening, Jade? No, of course you aren't. You never read this thing. *sigh*
Elly isn't listening either. Not that I expect anything from him but Christmas cheer. ;)
Speaking of which, The Old Lady asked me where I was putting the Tree. I was surprised. Hadn't even thought about it ... and I said so. I mean, can't we get past Samhain before I worry about Yule?
*gets wheedling look on face* I've got a fire pit over here, Lynne. I'm not sure where your cauldron is, but I think I have a subsitute ... or I can buy a new one, if it pleases you. We can have a traditional chant with hot coco and marshmallows. (Okay, maybe some mulled wine for the traditional part, but coco or cider is good too!) I have cinnamon sticks for the cider too! And lots and lots of crackers ...
I think I'll go away and think about that for a bit ...
Sweet Dreams!!
Thursday, October 19, 2006
Stop the Insanity!
I don't understand these people who bitch, moan and complain about their jobs and say that they 'hate' it ... but they aren't doing anything about it. They are afraid to leave the 'safe' zone of what they know.
We are at an all time high need for employees in just about every area that I've seen. There are help wanted signs everywhere you look! If you are afraid to make the move to a better place and the possibility of happiness, then SHUT UP! Find another way to release your frustrations! You no longer have an excuse to bitch! No, cowardice is not an excuse!
I had a very good job. I even developed the position into something big and important. Staff and customer alike liked me very much. (And not just for my buxom form!) But I knew I could be making better money. So I took the plunge. I made sacrifices. I beggared myself and had to borrow alot more than I liked. Those student loans don't give you nearly enough. I got alot of support from family. Mostly moral, but alot of the other stuff too ... money and food and free laundry. I was out of town and living with immature strangers (I was on a college campus.)
Luckily, it was only for three months. I have a fantastic job now. It wasn't just a career change, but a lifestyle change for me, but I think it was worth it! I've even taken what I've learned and practised and taken steps to going into business for myself. I had to make another sacrifice, but I think I'll be better for it in the end.
Okay, on to better things. Rant over.
I finally got another chapter of my fanfic up. I'm very pleased with this. Not my best chapter, but I've already had one review on it and I'm told that it's still up to snuff. Hopefully, I'll get it done soon (one or two ore chapters to go) and then I can move on to other projects. I'll also be tidying up what I've already done and placing them in safe keeping for the Con next year. I'm going to present my work to the "pros" who will tell me my work stinks - ^_^; but will hopefully find a good bit or two that show promise. It's a thankless job, really, but I don't know that I could stop if I wanted to. I have two original pieces that I'd like to get published into a real book.
If you are curious about my works, please ask. I don't mind sharing.
I plan on getting some crafts done too. There's lots of opportunity to sell it in the area that I am now. No more trying to get tables amidst other tables full of garage sale items. Here is my chance to create the basis of the Annual sale that I was trying to get off the ground last summer.
So much opportunity ...
Kinda makes my head spin, actually. Or is that my hair colour?
Not much else happening right now. I'm getting along with my mother-in-law fairly well, but it's still a cautious dance for me. She's just very foreign to me still. She doesn't understand my humour, and sometimes I think she laughs in self-defence. But I appreciate the fact that she's trying. I've adjusted to her fairly quickly, but I don't pretend that I know her fairly well yet. That'll take time.
I wonder how much?
Goddess, save me ...
Sweet Dreams!
We are at an all time high need for employees in just about every area that I've seen. There are help wanted signs everywhere you look! If you are afraid to make the move to a better place and the possibility of happiness, then SHUT UP! Find another way to release your frustrations! You no longer have an excuse to bitch! No, cowardice is not an excuse!
I had a very good job. I even developed the position into something big and important. Staff and customer alike liked me very much. (And not just for my buxom form!) But I knew I could be making better money. So I took the plunge. I made sacrifices. I beggared myself and had to borrow alot more than I liked. Those student loans don't give you nearly enough. I got alot of support from family. Mostly moral, but alot of the other stuff too ... money and food and free laundry. I was out of town and living with immature strangers (I was on a college campus.)
Luckily, it was only for three months. I have a fantastic job now. It wasn't just a career change, but a lifestyle change for me, but I think it was worth it! I've even taken what I've learned and practised and taken steps to going into business for myself. I had to make another sacrifice, but I think I'll be better for it in the end.
Okay, on to better things. Rant over.
I finally got another chapter of my fanfic up. I'm very pleased with this. Not my best chapter, but I've already had one review on it and I'm told that it's still up to snuff. Hopefully, I'll get it done soon (one or two ore chapters to go) and then I can move on to other projects. I'll also be tidying up what I've already done and placing them in safe keeping for the Con next year. I'm going to present my work to the "pros" who will tell me my work stinks - ^_^; but will hopefully find a good bit or two that show promise. It's a thankless job, really, but I don't know that I could stop if I wanted to. I have two original pieces that I'd like to get published into a real book.
If you are curious about my works, please ask. I don't mind sharing.
I plan on getting some crafts done too. There's lots of opportunity to sell it in the area that I am now. No more trying to get tables amidst other tables full of garage sale items. Here is my chance to create the basis of the Annual sale that I was trying to get off the ground last summer.
So much opportunity ...
Kinda makes my head spin, actually. Or is that my hair colour?
Not much else happening right now. I'm getting along with my mother-in-law fairly well, but it's still a cautious dance for me. She's just very foreign to me still. She doesn't understand my humour, and sometimes I think she laughs in self-defence. But I appreciate the fact that she's trying. I've adjusted to her fairly quickly, but I don't pretend that I know her fairly well yet. That'll take time.
I wonder how much?
Goddess, save me ...
Sweet Dreams!
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
'Nuff Said
October 11, 2006 - 19:52
Quote of the day:
It would be a service to mankind if the Pill were available in slot machines and cigarettes were placed on Prescription.
- Malcom Potts, M.D.
So here I am again, trying to do multiple things at once ... somewhat successfully ... sort of. The stupid thing is, I don't have to do it that way. It's just something that had become a habit due to my lack of time at home between work shifts. I have lots of time now. A tremendous amount of time. Well, unless a tree falls on me ... but I don't foresee that happening in the near future.
Knock on wood, eh? LOL!!
I made it into town today to pick up my final paycheque, and to make a few stops along the way. I forgot the doughnuts I had promised the barn. :( I promised to make it up to them. I said I'd try to get everybody down to watch the stakes race and that I'd bring doughnuts then.
I tried to waste as much time as possible at that point, but I still got ot Happy Harbor about 15 minutes early. I called up and asked The Shepherd what bribe he required to openthe door for me. He didn't even barter ... all he wanted was few minutes. *sigh* All work and no play ...
I'm itching to get stuff up on the walls. I wanna get stuff upacked! But we're running out of space with the in-laws upstairs with us and we can't really hang things until all the walls are painted. *GAAAHH!!* I'm running out of hair to pull.
Tomorrow, to get out of the house, I'm going to clip some shrubbery. If I can find my clippers. Maybe a passing knight will require some for a quest of some sort ...
I miss reading Lynn's old entries. There's no meat to her current method at all. No satisfaction. And what hse is putting up is generally either cut and paste (I can't believe nobody recognised that "leg wax" thing from previous e-mails) or it's a survey. A survey once in a while is a nice thing ... you could learn something new once in while, but the constant surveys are, in my mind, stupid. If you want to get to know somebody, go out anf get to know them. I LIKE finding things out about people gradually within a long relationship. Friends, Lovers, Whomever. Constant surveys like this ... it's like one of those speed-dating things. Learn a life-time of details about a person in five minutes - if you find something you don't like, move on. If you do, you might as well divorce them now because with nothing new to learn, you're gonna be bored within the month. Unless you're a yuppie. then you might last three months before your first affair with some delivery/service man.
And no, I'm not just talking about the women. So there.
I miss the personality that used to come out in her writing. I miss her WRITING! When you read her stuff, you felt special. Or, at least, I did. I felt she was sharing something with me. Now ... it's like she's gone comercial. Quickie entries that are put in just to please the masses. It leaves me hungry. Stop trying to shock me and write something that needs to be let out! Mundane or wotherwise, if you write from within, it's important and interesting! Anybody who says otherwise, well, they don't love you and they can kiss my bahookey.
'Nuff said.
Shorty has been called and it has been confirmed. He's still alive. The planter is still broken though. I wonder if we should charge him for the damage?
Sweet Dreams!
Quote of the day:
It would be a service to mankind if the Pill were available in slot machines and cigarettes were placed on Prescription.
- Malcom Potts, M.D.
So here I am again, trying to do multiple things at once ... somewhat successfully ... sort of. The stupid thing is, I don't have to do it that way. It's just something that had become a habit due to my lack of time at home between work shifts. I have lots of time now. A tremendous amount of time. Well, unless a tree falls on me ... but I don't foresee that happening in the near future.
Knock on wood, eh? LOL!!
I made it into town today to pick up my final paycheque, and to make a few stops along the way. I forgot the doughnuts I had promised the barn. :( I promised to make it up to them. I said I'd try to get everybody down to watch the stakes race and that I'd bring doughnuts then.
I tried to waste as much time as possible at that point, but I still got ot Happy Harbor about 15 minutes early. I called up and asked The Shepherd what bribe he required to openthe door for me. He didn't even barter ... all he wanted was few minutes. *sigh* All work and no play ...
I'm itching to get stuff up on the walls. I wanna get stuff upacked! But we're running out of space with the in-laws upstairs with us and we can't really hang things until all the walls are painted. *GAAAHH!!* I'm running out of hair to pull.
Tomorrow, to get out of the house, I'm going to clip some shrubbery. If I can find my clippers. Maybe a passing knight will require some for a quest of some sort ...
I miss reading Lynn's old entries. There's no meat to her current method at all. No satisfaction. And what hse is putting up is generally either cut and paste (I can't believe nobody recognised that "leg wax" thing from previous e-mails) or it's a survey. A survey once in a while is a nice thing ... you could learn something new once in while, but the constant surveys are, in my mind, stupid. If you want to get to know somebody, go out anf get to know them. I LIKE finding things out about people gradually within a long relationship. Friends, Lovers, Whomever. Constant surveys like this ... it's like one of those speed-dating things. Learn a life-time of details about a person in five minutes - if you find something you don't like, move on. If you do, you might as well divorce them now because with nothing new to learn, you're gonna be bored within the month. Unless you're a yuppie. then you might last three months before your first affair with some delivery/service man.
And no, I'm not just talking about the women. So there.
I miss the personality that used to come out in her writing. I miss her WRITING! When you read her stuff, you felt special. Or, at least, I did. I felt she was sharing something with me. Now ... it's like she's gone comercial. Quickie entries that are put in just to please the masses. It leaves me hungry. Stop trying to shock me and write something that needs to be let out! Mundane or wotherwise, if you write from within, it's important and interesting! Anybody who says otherwise, well, they don't love you and they can kiss my bahookey.
'Nuff said.
Shorty has been called and it has been confirmed. He's still alive. The planter is still broken though. I wonder if we should charge him for the damage?
Sweet Dreams!
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
No Escape in Sight
I have finally discovered what "yoga" pants are. I found them in a Victoria's Secret Catalog. I don't know what's so great about them. Tights with a flare leg. Whoopee. Reminds me of "elephant" pants.
I have also discovered that Jade thinks socks are an accessory. We have shelves in the closet now and I specifically told him that they were to be used for either accessories or sweaters. Even jeans, because he has so many of them. He has a nine drawer dresser. You can't tell me that there is no room for socks in it.
He must get his organization from his mother. These people are driving me batty. I feel outnumbered 3 - 1. We've got adishwasher now, but Jade's mom won't use it because you can't fill it after one meal ... so I told her to run it once a day or even every second day. Aren't we supposed to be saving water? She won't do it. She washes the dishes after every meal and whenever she notices a "dirty" dish on the counter. What was the point of getting a house with a dishwasher?!?
Please, oh, please, oh, please, have this construction done soon! Early, even! Get these people out of my section of this house!!
Oh, look ... VS finally offers bras in my size! They aren't the prettiest of the selection, but it's a step in the right direction.
O.o!
I just noticed the name of the person who was suppsed to recieve this ... it's not me. It's Jade!! Jade?!?
I'm tired of tripping over things. I'm tired of wondering where everything is. I'm tired of not being able to reach things because it's buried in the garage. A D&D adventure in it's own right, I'm sure.
The only highlight of my day was that the guy who showed up to empty the septic tank was hot!! Pity I'm "married". Yes, I know it doesn't stop most people, but it stops me. I'm a one guy woman, thank you. that's why I'm so careful with Jade. If I kill him, I don't have a back up. Well, not without a substantial waiting period. ;)
I can feel myself getting depressed, when I should be relaxing and getting things in order. Why should care? "Mother" has everything all planned and organised for me. She decides where everything goes and if it should come out of the garage. She'll probably hang my pictures for me too.
Trapped. That's how I feel. Trapped and out-numbered. I'm tired of living in "somebody else's" house. I want my space back.
Sweet Dreams!
(Where are you?)
I have also discovered that Jade thinks socks are an accessory. We have shelves in the closet now and I specifically told him that they were to be used for either accessories or sweaters. Even jeans, because he has so many of them. He has a nine drawer dresser. You can't tell me that there is no room for socks in it.
He must get his organization from his mother. These people are driving me batty. I feel outnumbered 3 - 1. We've got adishwasher now, but Jade's mom won't use it because you can't fill it after one meal ... so I told her to run it once a day or even every second day. Aren't we supposed to be saving water? She won't do it. She washes the dishes after every meal and whenever she notices a "dirty" dish on the counter. What was the point of getting a house with a dishwasher?!?
Please, oh, please, oh, please, have this construction done soon! Early, even! Get these people out of my section of this house!!
Oh, look ... VS finally offers bras in my size! They aren't the prettiest of the selection, but it's a step in the right direction.
O.o!
I just noticed the name of the person who was suppsed to recieve this ... it's not me. It's Jade!! Jade?!?
I'm tired of tripping over things. I'm tired of wondering where everything is. I'm tired of not being able to reach things because it's buried in the garage. A D&D adventure in it's own right, I'm sure.
The only highlight of my day was that the guy who showed up to empty the septic tank was hot!! Pity I'm "married". Yes, I know it doesn't stop most people, but it stops me. I'm a one guy woman, thank you. that's why I'm so careful with Jade. If I kill him, I don't have a back up. Well, not without a substantial waiting period. ;)
I can feel myself getting depressed, when I should be relaxing and getting things in order. Why should care? "Mother" has everything all planned and organised for me. She decides where everything goes and if it should come out of the garage. She'll probably hang my pictures for me too.
Trapped. That's how I feel. Trapped and out-numbered. I'm tired of living in "somebody else's" house. I want my space back.
Sweet Dreams!
(Where are you?)
Monday, October 09, 2006
Relaxing Shouldn't Be Such Hard Work (aka Where Are The Aliens When You NEED Them?)
October 9, 2006 - 23:44
Had my first day off since the end of July today. It seriously disturbed my system. I kept trying to wake up, couldn't figure out why and kept trying to go back to sleep ... only to have this cat stare me into conciousness because he was tired of waiting for me to feed him!
So the move(s) went fairly well ... sort of. Only one injured party. Shorty fell off the ramp of the moving truck and struck his head on a cement planter. He took a good chunk out if it too. The planter, not his head. Needed stitches in his head though. Needless to say, he wasn't feeling like helping much after that. Which meant that we had no real help. Joyce and Albert helped unload one load, and one of my co-workers came to help a bit ... but there was no help after that. Just Jade and his Dad. I wasn't as much help as I could have been since I was working and not home much. Not very interested in working when I finally got home either. I simply lacked the energy.
Shorty, I hope you are feeling better, and I'm sorry that I haven't called yet. I keep thinking I should, but things are still kinda hectic. I will call soon, though.
Jade's Mom gave me the "I was a single mother" lecture ... I so wanted to tell her to stuff it. I've heard that same lecture from my mother for most of my life. It doesn't affect me at all. And if I have to hear one more time about how she's giving up all this money to help JADE by a house because she thinks he needs to own something and he better not screw it up ... I'm going to leave the room before I do something rash. Like hog tying her and hanging her in a tree until the guys get home. She once told me to slap her if she starts to annoy me, but then she'd complain about the cost of repairing her dentures. ;)
Elohelae, man, you don't need an invitation ... just give me enough warning to make sure the place is cleaned up! And that I have enough space and food! That's all. Same goes for anybody. Just call up for directions and let me know when you are on your way.
Riding lessons went well tonight. I managed to stay in the stirrups, and, therefore, the saddle, during a canter. Jade came and watched a bit for the first time. He says that I have a very nice post. He also thinks he might be able to teach me a bit better ... but we currently lack the horses to test this theory.
The downstairs should be done soon and I'll be very happy to get the in-laws into their own space. I feel like I'm living in somebody else's house. Yes, there are bits of Jade's and my furniture, and a few of our glasses, but the dishes, the cooking stuff, everything else is THEIRS. And it's all being organised the way THEY like it. I'm trying to hold out. I tell myself that I can arrange it the way I want it when they get their own space done. I tell myself to be patient.
Damned if I'll wait much longer than that though. I don't care who paid for it initially; the house is ours. It's in our name and Jade (and I) will be paying the rest of the mortgage. There wasn't much that I could do about the initial organisation ... the boxes had to be unpacked and I was working. But Hokey stinkmore though! This woman has NO organisational skills at all! She's driving me up the wall with the chaos that my kitchen appears to be in. Sure, she can find things, but so can a teenager find things in his/her room that nobody else can find!
Grr!
And when she needs to go somewhere, she assumes that I will take her. She never asks. It's always, "(Lea) can take me."
Well, I must be off to bed. My typing is getting worse. Will write more later.
Sweet Dreams!
Had my first day off since the end of July today. It seriously disturbed my system. I kept trying to wake up, couldn't figure out why and kept trying to go back to sleep ... only to have this cat stare me into conciousness because he was tired of waiting for me to feed him!
So the move(s) went fairly well ... sort of. Only one injured party. Shorty fell off the ramp of the moving truck and struck his head on a cement planter. He took a good chunk out if it too. The planter, not his head. Needed stitches in his head though. Needless to say, he wasn't feeling like helping much after that. Which meant that we had no real help. Joyce and Albert helped unload one load, and one of my co-workers came to help a bit ... but there was no help after that. Just Jade and his Dad. I wasn't as much help as I could have been since I was working and not home much. Not very interested in working when I finally got home either. I simply lacked the energy.
Shorty, I hope you are feeling better, and I'm sorry that I haven't called yet. I keep thinking I should, but things are still kinda hectic. I will call soon, though.
Jade's Mom gave me the "I was a single mother" lecture ... I so wanted to tell her to stuff it. I've heard that same lecture from my mother for most of my life. It doesn't affect me at all. And if I have to hear one more time about how she's giving up all this money to help JADE by a house because she thinks he needs to own something and he better not screw it up ... I'm going to leave the room before I do something rash. Like hog tying her and hanging her in a tree until the guys get home. She once told me to slap her if she starts to annoy me, but then she'd complain about the cost of repairing her dentures. ;)
Elohelae, man, you don't need an invitation ... just give me enough warning to make sure the place is cleaned up! And that I have enough space and food! That's all. Same goes for anybody. Just call up for directions and let me know when you are on your way.
Riding lessons went well tonight. I managed to stay in the stirrups, and, therefore, the saddle, during a canter. Jade came and watched a bit for the first time. He says that I have a very nice post. He also thinks he might be able to teach me a bit better ... but we currently lack the horses to test this theory.
The downstairs should be done soon and I'll be very happy to get the in-laws into their own space. I feel like I'm living in somebody else's house. Yes, there are bits of Jade's and my furniture, and a few of our glasses, but the dishes, the cooking stuff, everything else is THEIRS. And it's all being organised the way THEY like it. I'm trying to hold out. I tell myself that I can arrange it the way I want it when they get their own space done. I tell myself to be patient.
Damned if I'll wait much longer than that though. I don't care who paid for it initially; the house is ours. It's in our name and Jade (and I) will be paying the rest of the mortgage. There wasn't much that I could do about the initial organisation ... the boxes had to be unpacked and I was working. But Hokey stinkmore though! This woman has NO organisational skills at all! She's driving me up the wall with the chaos that my kitchen appears to be in. Sure, she can find things, but so can a teenager find things in his/her room that nobody else can find!
Grr!
And when she needs to go somewhere, she assumes that I will take her. She never asks. It's always, "(Lea) can take me."
Well, I must be off to bed. My typing is getting worse. Will write more later.
Sweet Dreams!
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