My car insurance went up 600 bucks. I shopped around for other policies, but my current one is still the cheapest. Monthly payments: 168 a month.
My apartment complex no longer offers basic cable. Cable = 42 a month. So, as of today, no more cable. I spend a lot of time home alone, and I love my TV, dammit! The only channels I ever watch are Sci-Fi, Animal Planet, Comedy Central, and FLIX. I am going to give my friend some blank tapes and ask her to tape a few hours of each of those channels for me every week. Pathetic, huh?
I am going to watch one of my friends get her first tattoo tomorrow. It makes me want to get another one!
I worked 19 hours of overtime last week. I’m exhausted, but my paycheck will be nice. I am scheduled for another 8 hours of OT this week.
Oh well, just wanted to share some mundane stuff. Anyone else?
Hrm…lessee, I have one art history final today that’s 40% of my final grade and a submission of a paper and annotated bibliography for an internship. One final Wednesday, and my last one on Friday.
I move out of the dorm on Saturday morning, and get to go back to southern Minnesota for 2 weeks, which I will spend packing for my trip to France - finally!!
Tonight I’m going to Shakespeare’s Pizza to celebrate the end of the internship, then over to a friend’s dorm room to watch Full Metal Jacket for the first time…then maybe over to my boyfriend’s dorm to work on studying C programming.
I can’t wait to get out of this place and back to where food doesn’t involve trays and dishbelts.
You might try 21st Century insurance. They cut my insurance bill when the other guy got cocky and raised rates for no reason, other than he thought I wouldn’t notice or want to go shopping.
My roommate got a tatto based on the Simpson’s episode.
Bart gets one but is caught when the heart and rebbon still says MOTH… So my roommate has a heart that says MOTH… and looks unfinished.
Well, I’m being buried by work. But Saturday, I still had time to catch the MITS bus to Wal*mart.
Me and my friend Aaron bought some of teh toys our moms wouldn’t let us have when we were little. He get walkie-talkies, I got a laser gun.
It’s transparent blue with chrome. (ok, it’s all plastic. But it LOOKS like chrome.) There are lightening bolts on the side and it makes 10 different cool noises.
Tried dining service ice cream for the first time all year. Damn good stuff. So I spent this weekend alternating between typing a research paper and being 8.
The water softener is on the outs, subsequently my skin is chafed raw just from showering in hard water. I have myself covered from neck to toes in nivea and I feel like human fly paper.
I decided to live on the edge and try something that my just be crap. I bought one of those rock crystal deoderant things. I know you are all saying, Shirl, you are soooo daring. Well, I had $7.99 floating around in my pockets and just said, ‘lets push the envelope.’
My son is a babbling brook now. Calls me “doan” ( joan) and I think this is the end of me talking to myself when I drive. If he picks up on the habit, he’ll be on prozac pretty quick.
I also bought my first new bra in three years. Went to Victoria’s Secret and said, " I’d like your semi-finest boob holders you have." ( Had cut backs since I splurged on the deorderant.) My “girls” are now in comfy not ratty looking bras.
Inspired by a recent thread, I bought two of Edward Gorey’s books: The Gashlycrumb Tinies and The Doubtful Guest. I really like the way Mr. Gorey’s imagination works in regards to children.
The only thing I hate about working nights is trying to get myself back on a day schedule during my off time. I slept all day today, and now it is 1 AM and I am wide awake.
Went to my boss today about a question on hiring overtime. He told me that there has been a policy on this issue for years. I’d never heard of it (and I’ve been working in the position where I would be hiring these people for overtime since 1991). We discuss what his views on this overtime policy are. I suggest there is a need for a written copy of his policy so other supervisors will be aware of this. Knowing that he has no ability to write a memo, I volunteer to write it for him. I write it down (in three paragraphs) and send it to him for his signature. A short while later, his secretary returns with “his” new memo. Knowing its contents, I don’t bother reading it. My assistant however reads it and complains that it doesn’t address the issue. Taking umbrage to this, I pick up my copy and prepare to defend my work. However, I immediately realize my boss has edited the memo I send him and rewritten it. His memo has no mention of what his overtime policy is; which was the whole point of the memo. I return to his office and point out that he needs to write down what his overtime policy is. He says he doesn’t see a need to do this because his policy is “understood”.
I spend the rest of the day wondering if my boss is really as stupid as he appears or is it all a subtle act? On the one hand, I’ve none him for nine years and he’s always been this way; could anyone keep up a front that long? On the other hand, if he really is this stupid, I’d expect to see someone constantly standing next to him reminding him to breathe.
After I turned off the computer, I balanced my checkbook. Still feeling bored, I realized that since I had slept the whole day, I hand’t gone to check my mail. I went to the mailbox area, and there was a dog running around. I looked about for the owner, there was none. I called the dog over to me. He was very friendly and handsome. He was wearing a name tag with a phone number, so I threw him in my car (I wasn’t going to bring him into my house with all my cats), and called the number. Disconnected, of course. So, at 2 AM, I drove over to my work so I could scan him for a microchip. He didn’t have one. I felt bad, but at this point I had no other choice. I could not bring this dog into my home, so I reported him to Animal Services. They are gonna go over and pick him up tomorrow. I am going to post a found dog sign by the mailboxes, and direct them to call Animal Services. Hopefully someone is looking for this dog and will claim him. I’d hate to think that he will get put to sleep. He seemed to be in good heath, so if no one claims him he will be put up for adoption, but they only keep them for a certain time before they get put down.
I cannot stress enough the importance of proper identification for your pets. Keep the info on their tags up to date. Get them microchipped. Rabies tags are a must. So many lost animals could be reunited with their owners if these simple things were done!
I found out what happens when you try to keep an eye on a 3 year old and an eye on a baseball you are tossing around with friends. You end up it catching with your face, fall to the ground bleeding profusely, and give yourself a mild concussion.
I look like I got my ass kicked, its all very sad. This happened on Easter and only now can I write about it with any humor. I was quite irritated for days with my friend (for throwing at my face), myself (for not catching the damned thing), and everyone else (because my head hurt so bad for 48 hours that I wished for death a couple of times).
My headache has finally gone away and my lip has healed and, ummmm . . . "de-"swollen. I think perhaps I bruised or tore or something the cartiledge at the tip of my nose - it is still very tender to the touch.
I know I am not Derrick Jeter or Chipper Jones, but i have to confess this whole incident made me feel old. In high school I played a darn good second base. I suppose at 27 the reflexes are starting to dull.
I went with my friend today to offer moral support while she got her first tattoo. About an hour into it, I somehow found myself sitting in the next chair over getting my own. It is a HUGE, very detailed bird that covers the outside of my left calf. It took about 2 1/2-3 hours to do and towards the end of it, I was pretty sore. It hurt more than any of my other tattoos, which I never thought hurt all that bad. This guy did a great job. Every time I thought (prayed) he was done, he added some other detail that I would never have thought of.
My friend’s tattoo, BTW, is along her lower back, and is of Bettie Page. It also came out great.
I am on-call for work tonight, and I am hoping that I don’t get called, because my leg won’t be able to handle the abuse.
I suspect I’ll be digging the prickle burrs out of my dogs fur tonight. He’s a golden retirever, beautiful fur and feathering, but a bit hard to maintain. He gets prickle burrs in his armpits and I feel bad yanking them out because it tends to take some fur with it, but he’s got plenty to spare.
On Saturday, giving way to another truck with a trailer on our wonderful dirt/mud roads, my van ( not nearly as close to the edge of the road) sunk in the mud and pitched to the left ( because we are side-heavy due to having a handicap lift in it.) To give you an idea how much I sunk, the mud was past the top of my wheels on one side. I was really lucky I didn’t roll completely over.
I was only a two minute walk from home and only had my daughter with me, so it was really not a problem. The guy I gave way to stopped and said he’d come back to pull me out once he drpped off his trailer. He lived about a 1/4 mile away.
The entire affair took maybe fifteen minutes. This nice guy reaffirmed my faith in humanity.
( I had to get a front end alignment due to the amount of mud clogging up everything.)
A woman asked me today if she could have the next three days off work because her dentures need to be re-lined. And of course, she didn’t want to come to work without her teeth. (Vain little woman, no? )
(Side note: We’re forced to have a fairly strict attendance policy, and a day missed for “personal business” takes 1 point. Three days = 3 points. Lose too many points and you lose your job. She didn’t want to lose 3 points but her situation doesn’t qualify under our Leave policy, or under FMLA, and she’s not sick either.)
Anyway, I’m sympathetic to her plight, and was wondering why the dentists and denture repairers don’t do something about it. You see those phony teeth at Halloween – some of them look pretty real. Why couldn’t someone come up with an inexpensive, temporary substitute?
You wouldn’t have to eat with them – just put them in so your mouth doesn’t collapse on itself (think Walter Brennan). You could smile at your co-workers, or even say Hi without being embarrassed.
Uh, I set my hair on fire Saturday night, by getting too close to some candles at a party. Burned a bunch off. It’s pretty thick, so I couldn’t tell if it was bad or not.
All the guys said, “No, it doesn’t look too much different.”
First gal friend today said right off, “Did you do something to your hair?”
There’s something profound in the progression of that mundanity.
I’m reading the board in order to take a break from studying for my comprehensive exams for my master’s degree (scheduled for Thursday morning at 8). Good thoughts aimed my way about that time much appreciated.
I just got back from a three-day trip to Virginia, where my SO had a conference for work. He had to sit in meetings all day. I enjoyed relaxing in the all-expenses-paid room and walking outside, and I did a little studying. Not bad at all!
Michelle, did you try contacting the police or phone company with the disconnected phone number? They might be able to get a name or address even off an old number.
And of course, as for the new tat, it goes without saying: JPEG!
I was standing in the pet-store today watching the bunny and ferrets. Everytime they did anything remotely cute I would commence with “oohing” and “awwing”. Then I realized that whenever I did that it was because they were doing something that my cats do on a regular basis.
I love my kitties. Even when they throw-up on the floor.
My boss asked me today if I’ve decided to quit or to stay. I told her I didn’t know. She then asked what she’d have to do to get me to stay, so I mentioned Andrei. She offered to guarantee his leave within two months. Not that I think he’d object after finding out about the petition.
I found out that one of my favourite people is dieing. Not only did I have no idea about that, but I had no idea about anything else. The gambling, the alcohol, the possible prosecution, anything. I want to send her a card or flowers or something, but she tried so hard to hide it that I don’t want her to realize we know.
I’ve decided to delete my “I cry” page. I just can’t seem to keep up with it, anymore.
My having lost my voice for two days convinced him that he was right. That I’m from space. Apparently it’s my “Alien accent” coming through.
Oh boy.
I’ve had my knees bent for hours now, and they hurt like bitches because of it. Why I don’t straighten them, I have no idea.
