Pester Persistently

Have you seen that game show on comedy central called Distraction? It is SO fucked up, which is what makes it rather funny albeit disgusting.

Makes me realize that I am one sick puppy.

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Drove up to order my coffee. The voice says "welcome to Starbucks. My name is Brock, what can I get for you?"

Brock? His name is Brock!?

Brock is not a name it's an appliance a badger.

Seriously, I looked it up in the dictionary.

Why oh why would someone do that to their child?

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Sitting at the light, I looked over to the vehicle next to me. All over it was advertising for their DentDoctor skills. Remove dents and dings! Paint touch-up for those troublesome spots!

After I finished reading all their slogans, I noticed that on their back right quarter panel they had a ding (with chipped paint) that was old enough to be rusting...

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Sally and ET are off to Vancouver. They are taking the weekend off to try and relax before the court date on Tuesday. I'm going to stay over there and hang out with Miss Molly. It's supposed to be nice, so I forsee plenty of frolicking thru the park, rolling in the grass, and chasing of the birds.

And Molly will go too...

Towanda

I finally got mad, so I'm back in the land of the living. Or at least the land of the not so depressed and full of self-pity.

I was so fired up and raring to go that I got in my car and, and, ran errands that's what I did. I went to Sally's and played with Miss Molly for a bit [she IS the bestest doggie in the whole wide world], and then clipped her nails.

ET arrived and we drove over to Bunny's to get the dining table she's loaning him, dropped it off at his apartment, loaded up the desk he was giving to the Mom, took that over to the house, caught the cat to put back inside before we left, introduced myself to the neighbor, looked over my furniture restoration project, and then headed back to Sally's.

I took the turn down the hill, and said "we have to get gas before I run out". The word bubble was still just hanging there when that was exactly what we did.

Ran out of gas.

Fuuuuuuuck.

Luckily I was able to coast and park at the police station. ET walked up the street, bought a can of gas, and walked back all in 1/2 an hour. I would have done it, but ain't that what all that chivalry shit is about? I certainly didn't want to crush his manhood, you know. So I let him do all that walking and all that carrying of the gas.

I'm all about the giving.

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Good news: my dresser drawer is not ruined like I originally thought. It was all warped and bubbly, but the top layer that peels off is not really a necessary part of the drawer and the solid wood underneath looks good.

I set that dresser and drawers off to the side of the garage to let the Mom park in there again and I moved the other dresser into my room to stay there until either I leave and the Mom can redo it herself or until I get the inclination. I'm not feeling the love of restoration at the moment, but maybe in a few weeks.

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A conversation with the Mom as we were watching CSI New York:

Mom:    (gasp) oh my god!
Me:       what? Didn't you hear them say that the body is squished
              between the cargo box and the flatbed of the truck?
Mom:   yes
Me:       then why were you so shocked
Mom:   well, it's not like I had a visual!
Me:       whaddya mean, you make meatloaf don't you
Mom:   yes, well not anymore now thank you
Me:        heh

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Word History:
An agnostic does not deny the existence of God and heaven but holds that one cannot know for certain whether or not they exist. The term agnostic was fittingly coined by the 19th-century British scientist Thomas H. Huxley, who believed that only material phenomena were objects of exact knowledge.

He made up the word from the prefix a-, meaning “without, not,” as in amoral, and the noun Gnostic. Gnostic is related to the Greek word gnsis, “knowledge,” which was used by early Christian writers to mean “higher, esoteric knowledge of spiritual things” hence, Gnostic referred to those with such knowledge.

In coining the term agnostic, Huxley was considering as “Gnostics” a group of his fellow intellectuals“ists,” as he called themwho had eagerly embraced various doctrines or theories that explained the world to their satisfaction.

Because he was a “man without a rag of a label to cover himself with,” Huxley coined the term agnostic for himself, its first published use being in 1870.


that's all folks...

Lugubriosity

I started to remove the paint from one of the dressers. Once again I jumped in without thought and preparation. I did not anticipate the degree of difficulty that this would entail. Argh. $50 later and I'm still not quite done. I walked away from it yesterday to get myself a bit of perspective. I went online and read a few articles, so I think I'm probably up for working on it some more today.

Couple that with being offered a fabulous position of customer service phone operator and salesperson for 6 days a week (to be on-call for all hours)-- all for a whopping $10 an hour.

When I signed up with the agency, it was for a specific job which they never even considered me for. Then, I told them there were TWO THINGS that I couldn't/ wouldn't do: answering phones (because of my hearing loss) and sales. It thoroughly depressed me that my 18+ years of management and administrative work is only valued at a price I was first earning that 18 years ago; and that all my years of work don't mean shit in the job world. I have been told that my resume seems too good to be true. But it IS true, I am fabulous. A bargain. EVERY job I've held gives me a raise within a month of working there. I have done "play" interviews with qualified people. They say I come across as positive, strong, and sure of myself. So how come no one wants me?

Bunny's theory is that these temp agencies are trying to send out a "product" and although I am more than qualified for these positions, I do not LOOK the part. I am not a young (20-ish), perky, and slim thing.

I want to slap back and say that it's not true, that my being fluffy doesn't affect anything. Yet I am all too aware that it DOES. I have experienced this prejudice before, but in a bar not a job for gawd sake. I thought an office job was the ONE place where you would expect the desire for a good mind to outweigh (heh) the desire for a pretty package to look at. For fuck sake, I am pretty. I am smart.

I am hurt.

I spent most of yesterday wallowing... and later today I expect I will start to feel anger, which should help get my ass off the couch and motivate me into action. If these people can't see the gem they have in front of them, than I'll just have to go find people who can.

Conversation Starter

Friday I walked around the outdoor mall, had lunch with Ginnie, and then we saw Hitch. Cute flick. I then headed over to pick up Sadie and went over to Sally's. Bunny met us later, we had mexican for dinner (Sally cooked), and then watched Home for the Holidays and Sixteen Candles while eating cheesecake.

Good times.

While we were waiting for Bunny, Sally and I sat in the living room she flipping thru 150 pages of Instyle magazine (97% of which is ads) and me playing with Miss Molly. Later I sat next to Bunny while she flipped thru the same damn magazine (the intrigue that is my life). I looked over and saw one article that had pictures of these necklace/ ornament thingys with the caption "conversation starters".

Um, yeah. If I saw someone wearing something like THAT, a conversation would definitely start, most likely along the lines of "what in the fuck are you wearing?!

Saturday morning I got up and headed over to Bunny's to tidy up before my potential buyers showed up to look at the dresser set. In less than 5 minutes they left saying that it wasn't what they were looking for. Bummer. I was a little pissy at first since I included complete color pictures with the ad (so they should have known what they were looking at), but then decided that this set (which I luh-huv) was "my density". Heh.

I loaded the set up and took it back to the Mom's. I think I'm going to take the paint off and see what the wood looks like underneath. That's a project for this week, yippee.

The rest of Saturday was spent staining the doors at Casa de Bunny.

Sunday? Shit, I think I must have slept on/off for most of the day. I did finally finish that Dean Koontz book I'd been reading. I also applied for more jobs. Blah blah blah.

Oh yes, I am a rock star.

Numskull

Hey, I didn't write an entry yesterday. It wasn't because I didn't want to. And it wasn't because my life was too fabulously busy. Instead, it was because I have apparently LOST MY FUCKING MIND.

I thought that I had already uploaded an entry.

Oi.

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The Mom asked me last night if it (missing Molly) was getting any easier. If walking through Target, hitting the dog food isle and bursting into tears is getting better, than yeah- I guess so.

But we're having a Sistah night over at Sally's tonight, so I get to visit with my baby.

Lawd, I don't know how I am gonna deal with leaving Ramona too.

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Picked up a DVD player for the Mom when I was shopping at Costco yesterday. Funny how that then requires the rearrangment of the entire house. To connect the DVD player to the TV meant moving the stereo, which meant moving the VCR and the videos. This meant bringing in the bookcase from the den, which meant rearranging the den...

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This is a hoot:

Your Favorite Color is the Key to Your Sexual Life

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I'm bored, so I'm gonna just do a question/answer thingy:

• Where did you grow up? predominately in Washington State.
  
  
• What were your favorite books growing up? The Cricket in Times Square, The Secret Garden, The Boxcar Children, Me & Fat Glenda, Salem’s Lot, and The Outsiders.
  
  
• Have you ever ridden a motorcycle? Yup. Even wrecked one. Big ouch.
  
  
• Did you play sports? I played soccer-- goalie.
  
  
• Have you ever fallen asleep and forgotten where you were? Oh yeah. Moving so much, I have woken up before thinking I was in another state or a different home. Very disorienting. And then there were those drinking years…
  
  
• Have you ever written an article for a newspaper? I was a journalist for the Ferrucci Junior High newspaper. Does that count? I also wrote articles for the racetrack websites.
  
  
• Words to live by: “You can’t understand life with FEELING life”—Elizabeth Shue
  
  
• If you were to take a short class for the fun of it, what would it most likely be? Belly Dancing
  
  
• Have you ever sung karaoke? Yah. I was drunk (isn’t everyone?) the first time and due to a threat and a promise I found myself up there singing Superstar by the Carpenters.
  
  
• Have you swum in 3 or more different oceans? Of the 3 major oceans (yes, I had to look this up) I have only swum in the Atlantic and the Pacific (which leaves the Indian)
  
  
• Have you ever walked into a lamppost? (Sigh) Yes.
  
  
• Have you ever had a Deja Vu experience? Didn’t you just ask this?
  
  
• Have you ever talked to a famous person? Melissa Etheridge; Komo4 news anchor Dan Lewis; Bare Naked Ladies; Fastball—these I met in person. I also email-corresponded with author Diana Gabaldon and musician Francine Reed. WAY. TOO. COOL.

Have a great weekend!

Smokey & the Bandit

Got one call on my resume, but I don't think that's going anywhere. I sent a schmoozy email to the place I was at on Monday. And I've applied for 5 more jobs. I don't know how I'd be surviving if I didn't have my family. I mean, I had to live out of my car before and it was NOT pleasant. I had thought that reaching this age would mean never going backwards, but that was the first step to acceptance man. I have to quit looking at it like a failure but rather as an... adventure. Yes siree bob, this ain't called Destination Unknown for nothin'!

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Was watching tv in the sitting room last night when I sensed movement outside the glass sliding door. I immediately noticed that Ramona was curled up in the chair next to me, so I figured that it had to be that possum again. Uh, wrong. It was a raccoon this time. And how do I know that? Because that masked little fella came right up to the door and fucking knocked on the glass.


(He wasn't too thrilled with the camera flash.)

When we were kids living next to the chicken farm (oh, THAT is a whole other story) we had continuous dealings with Raccoons, so I wasn't scared. That is until I wanted to go outside to smoke and he wouldn't leave. In fact, when I turned on the light he didn't take off but instead came a little closer.

So I squealed like a little girl and slammed the door.

I lived 4 years in the country and never once saw any of these tree dwelling creatures. Yet in just one month of city living I have seen countless squirrels, a possum, and now a raccoon cross my step.

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Off to dog-sit Miss Sadie Louise and probably do some sanding. It's pretty sunny out though, so maybe this old girl and that old girl will go for a nice slow walk. Til tomorrow...

Whole New Set of Luggage

This is how the Hard of Hearing have fun...

Me:       what did they say his name was?
Mom:   Jim?
Me:       Really? I thought they said Norm.
Mom:   Nooorm? No, I'm pretty sure it's Jim.
Me:       Quit hitting the remote and we'll see his name on closed captions.
Mom:   They didn't say it, Drew Carey just said "all four of you".
Me:       Argh.
Mom:   You think it's Norm?
Me:        Well I'm pretty sure it's not Jim.
Mom:   It's a commercial, maybe when they come back. Ooh, here they go.
Me:       Ohmygawd, his name is CHIP.

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Last night I had a happy surprise when I found some chocolate in my briefcase that I had forgotten was there. Now before you get all disgusted at the thought that I happily ate ancient chocolate and even shared it with the Mom, you should know that I got the chocolates yesterday. When I was at my interview, Carrie handed me a large pile of forms that had to be filled out-- saying "My Happy Valentines Gift to You".

I told her I'd rather have chocolate.

Too cool, she actually brought me a couple pieces.

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I've a bit o' trouble watching Horatio Caine aka David Caruso as he is always spouting those bad one-liners as he tips his head to the side. Weird quirk, but it's mine, so let's move on. I have seen some pretty. fucking. gnarly. things on this (and the other CSI) show. I have seen a boiled head, a microwaved hand, a nail file through the eyeball, women drinking their own urine, and a body so decomposed it became soup.

But last night, they had this woman murdered by a huge fucking SNAKE. Squeezed, eaten, and then regurgitated. I can deal with the squiggles that reading about that gives, but then they had to SHOW YOU THE SNAKE. Jayzus, I flew out of my chair so fast I would have made Indiana Jones proud.

And then they KEPT showing it.

Shudder.

There is only one thing snakeskin is good for, and its not when it's still around the damn snake. But even then I'd get the heebie-geebies, so forget that.

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"You never change things by fighting the existing reality. To change something, build a new model that makes the existing model obsolete." --Buckminster Fuller

Temporary Adjustment

Friday I went to Costco and the grocery store, and then spent 7 hours preparing the food for "tea" at our scottish club meeting. The only people signed up were my sisters and I, so we had to prepare enough for 30-50 people. Yikes.

• Pasta Salad (red/yellow/orange peppers, pasta, feta, salami, red onion, seeds-of-change dressing)
  
• Cream cheese, cheddar, pepperjack, lettuce, peppers and ham tortilla wraps
  
• Cream cheese, cucumber, and watercress sandwhiches
  
• Peanut butter and jelly sandwhiches for those who don't like cream cheese
  
• Cinnamon shortbread cookies
  
• Strawberry/cheesecake cookies
  
• Homemade fudge brownies

I RULE.

We had some visiting children performing scottish dances, and they were just too gol-dang cute. Quite impressed with the 5 & 6 year olds who did the chieftan sword dance. I don't think I could walk around the fucking sword without causing myself bodily injury yet these dahlin's just stepped and strutted away.

Jealous much.

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Saturday was my friend's birthday party, and we prepared a spanish feast. I, of course, did not get to partake of any booze but I did enjoy the Flambé Bananas with French Vanilla ice cream. Duh.

We played SceneIt, which is a lot of fun but can be a bit frustrating keeping the non-sober players [everyone BUT me] in line. Heh.

Was home before midnight and consider that a fabulous way to spend a Saturday night. Either this means I am old before my time, or I am regressing. Do I care?

Hmm, lemme think.

Nope, still don't care.

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Sunday I splurged and bought myself a hairbrush AND comb set (woohoo), which came in handy this morning when I was grooming for my interview. I still don't have a suit, but wore a terrific pair of slacks with a white blouse and nice cardigan. I liked these people and hope to hear in the next day or so if I have a second interview.

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I have to revise my resume, write a couple of letters, clean the litterbox and balance the checkbook. And then I'm going to hang the new shades in the garage.

Oh yes, you envy my life.

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Her name might be Ramona, but I still call her Smooshy.

Brown Bear

Yesterday I arrived at Bunny's, headed to the bathroom (because ALL of the women in this family have to pee once we arrive somewhere), and sure enough I had to change the toilet paper roll. The curse continues.

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Poor Sadie got some poop on her tail and buttocks area. You'd think that with all the attention that animals pay to their crotches et al, that it wouldn't be an issue to have their Auntie use a baby wipe to clean them up. However, as soon as the cold wipe hit her bum she whipped her head around going "hey, hey, HEY" and snapped her tail downward to prevent any further assault. Eventually I managed to clean her up, change her bedding, and give her a cookie-- so life was good again.

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Pulled the 4Runner into the garage and vacuumed most of the hair out of it. The dog and I tie as to who is shedding the most. I vacuumed, armor-alled, and cleaned the windows. Outside is so sunny that if I just had a hose I would have washed the exterior.

Mmm, maybe not.

That's one of those things where I'd rather spend the $7 and drive it through the Brown Bear Carwash. It gets pretty damn clean and yet I stay pretty damn dry.

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Look, the backyard has sprung spring in February!

Don't Squeeze the Charmin

For the last year or so, every time I use someone else's bathroom facilities I find that I'm utilizing the last few sheets of toilet paper and have to change the roll. Every time! Ain't that just plain weird?

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I decided to stop reading that painfully uninteresting book, and picked up another. Read that one until I just couldn't keep my eyes open anymore. An hour later I guess a lock of my hair must have fallen onto my shoulder, but instead I REM-deduced that a spider was crawling on me. I did one of those whuh-huh-huh shudders, shrieking and flailing my arms as I flew out of bed. Now wide awake from that adrenaline surge I searched the entire bed, and my head, and then proceeded to finish reading my book.

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My cellphone wasn't working yesterday and we don't have a land line here at the house. It's amazing how lost and isolated you feel without your phone. Strange how years ago I was able to actually leave the house for hours and not use a phone. Now, if I forget it, I will turn around and drive all the way back home to get it. At this level of attachment it might be time to name my cell phone.

Fluffy? Jodie? Ursula?

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Haven't shown any pictures in some time... here's one of Molly that cracks me up. This is her waiting for me to get back from the store.

Ornamental Festoon of Flowers

Me: I really enjoyed watching Ray, Ma.
Mom: He's gonna win an Oscar for that.
Me: Well, he is nominated.
Mom: But he might win the supporting actor award instead.
Me: that'd be a first if he won both right?
Mom: Well, he did just receive that swag award.
Me: a what?
Mom: you know, the swags?
Me: Um, you mean the S A G awards?
Mom: Is that what its called?

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You know those old jokes in regards to maps where they say only a man can take an inch and make it a mile? No? Yeah, okay, that's an oldie. And shit, I was going somewhere with that but now that I'm typing I've completely forgotten where.

Hmmm.

Nope, no recall. I'd just delete it but then there wouldn't be a damn thing in this entry. Heh.

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I've been forcing myself to finish a book that I started, but I seriously just do NOT care what in the hell happens to anybody. I say let the whole town die a slow agonizing death, like the one I'm suffering just reading about them. I've learned to shut off bad movies but it's so much harder, almost sacrilegious, to discard a partially read book. Maybe the ability to "just say no" should be my resolution for this year?

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Nothing spectacular to report today. I am heading over to Casa de Bunny to work on removing the grout in the bathroom. If this involves power tools, you can count on an entry that if not hysterically funny, will at least be painfully so.

These boots were made for Walkin'

Friday was my final day of errands hitting Sears, IKEA, and Gma's house. I hit the sack reasonably early, exhausted from the mental anguish that sometimes is the cost of dealing with my super religious republican grandmother. Well that, and I had to be up at 6:30 to meet Bunny at Greenlake. She gets so freaked in regards to my fat that she'll go out of her way to do anything that involves me exercising. Now that I have new walking shoes, she strongly insisted that she could meet me for a walk.

Around Greenlake.

On Saturday.

I dragged the Mom along, and we made it around that lake [3 miles] in just an hour, including one potty break (the Mom). We then went to Starbucks to have coffee and visit. The Mom picked me out a muffin, but since I ate toast before our walk I wasn't hungry. Later on that day I looked for my muffin, but she had eaten it. Apparently she misinterpreted my not wanting it at that moment to not wanting it at all. Damn, I was really looking forward to that muffin all day too (big sigh).

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I loaded Norton's antivirus software ($50, jayzus) onto the computer, and cleaned up the den. As soon as the Mom brings home her filing cabinets and the other little tv, I'll have her completely set up. Now that her computer is running well, I'm going to give my laptop over to be diagnosed and rehauled. I shouldn't have to go thru enabling and disabling the internet connection each time I turn the damn computer on. The consensus is a software error since we've completely reformatted the system and have tried external components and the machine is still locking down.

Instead of being able to use my knowledge for good, I only know just enough computer speak to be dangerous.

And annoying.

I have come to terms with this, and at this point in my life prefer to hand over my laptop gently instead of hurling it against the wall. Oh, the benefits of being a grownup. And here I thought the benefit meant you could still do the same things, only be able to afford to fix what you break.

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Saturday afternoon I met my friend Ginnie down at her work so she could follow me back to the house. Before we left she had to purchase a t-shirt, so we went over to the counter where the salesgirl asked to help me. "No thanks, I'm with her". "Oh, HI! Are you her MOM!?!"

OUCH! For fuck sake, they thought I was the mother of a 23 year old. Sure, maybe if I was a living character from a VC Andrews novel...

Ginnie came over and we played her SceneIt Game. Damn, that was so much fun. At least it is if you are a dork that's into movies and pop culture trivia. I am looking into the other editions to take with me to a birthday party this weekend. I'd say at our age the parties have mellowed, but all my life I prefered to attend the parties that were low key. The kind of parties that offer plenty of drink, but also offer good food and stimulating conversation.

Wow, I'm just selling Dorkness left and right here.

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Saturday night I agreed to meet Ginnie at the bar. Eck. I go every few months, but I don't really like the place. I'd karaoke, but they don't have any of the songs I like to sing. I can't drink, and I hate paying $2 for a glass of water. I went this time because her younger sister was turning 21 at midnight, and it meant a lot to my friend to have me there.

When you turn 21, there are SO MANY great ways to celebrate.

Being in the smokey Maple Leaf cocktail lounge listening to drunk heavy metal karaoke is just not one of them.

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reminder: if you want to be on my notify list, email me and I'll add you.

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I spent another fabulous Sunday laying around, alternating between the tele and book. Ramona provided her great cuddling smooshiness and Mother Nature provided the rain. Everybody should try this. Seriously. It's a great way to recharge your battery.

Today I restart the job-hunt cycle and tomorrow I start more projects and errands for family and friends. I'm walking again tomorrow too, as the pain in my hips should have receeded by then. I figure if I can walk just 15-20 miles a week, I should be ready for Scotland by the time I leave. Woohoo.

Like a Rock

Jayzus, I just slept another solid 9 hours. I spent 6 hours running around doing errands, etc. for Sally yesterday, so I was ready for bed by the time CSI was over.

So what do you think about this increased character development (on CSI, not me)? I'm not sure I'm happy with that. I want to see the gross stuff, the intrigue, the science. The closest thing to personal growth that I wanted to see was when Nicky hooked up with the, um, hooker and Grissom knocked [stileto] boots with "Lady Leather". And I've been waiting 4 seasons to similarly probe Warrick. But feelings and emotions? Ick.

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Finished another book from my pile o' books. When I bought them, I joked that it would cover me for February. So far I've read 4. Good thing this is a shorter month, or I just might read them all before it's over.

It's been said that the invention of VHS, CD, DVD and the internet has caused people to stop reading. Stope reading books in particular. It sounds right in theory, but have you seen how many people shop at bookstores? Not just Half Price Books either (although it's got to be one of my favorite stores), but the mega chains too. And all of the libraries are always packed too. But if everyone is reading, why are our education levels dropping?

Oi, that's another soap box derby...

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I finally received ONE email reply to a resume sent, alerting me that they are reviewing my resume and will get back to me.

Sniff. Nobody wants me. Sniff.

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I've been sportin' the long, dark brown/red hair for months now, but am now thinking about cutting it short and going platinum blonde.

Whaddya think?

Weeble Wobble

Nothing new on the job hunt. Applied to five yesterday and six more this morning.
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The Mom has been sleeping on a daybed and decided she wanted to pull out the trundle to expand her sleeping area.

Last night.

After I'd already gone to bed.

There is a ruckous that makes my floor shake, so I call out if she's okay, but of course I can't hear her response and have to go check on her. She tells me what she's trying to do, so I take over (par for my personality). We manage to turn the trundle around and pull it upright so I can look over the mechanics of it when I see a release lever.

So I release it.

Whereby it promptly slams a metal bar into my stomach and knocks the air out of me.

This for some reason is extremely entertaining to the Mom, and she can't stop laughing (and I thought I got my sick sense of humour strickly from the father genes). Even so, I was still the good daughter and instructed her to sleep in the bed vertically not horizontally lest she fall thru the two mattresses.

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Yesterday was a gorgeous spring-like day here. I met my friend Ginnie down at the Redmond Towne Center, specifically at REI, to buy some new walking shoes. I might not be able to attend the 3DAY this year, but I'm gonna train like I will. I enjoy walking, and my fluffy ass really misses the exercise.

I picked a pair of Montrails because they fit my high arch, and I really liked my last pair. I was also very excited to see Keen's Seattle on sale for ONLY $55!! I just had to text Bunny about it. She bought a pair and wore them all throughout Peru. They were great for climbing, and were very comfortable for walking. I wish they had the blue ones though.

Ginnie and I left REI, walked all around this huge outdoor mall and then settled on the Claim Jumper to eat lunch. I wanted to order something other than my ususal potato/cheddar sourdough bowl soup. Don't ever mess with a good thing. Fuckers fucked up my sandwhich, I cut the roof of my mouth, and we wasted an extra 40 minutes in there. We then walked back to my car to unload the sandwhich, and decided to walk across to the other mall area that contained my bank. After that we decided to just walk to Target.

Have I neglected to mention that I forgot to actually put on the new walking shoes I had just bought?

Gertie sometimes bats a 1000 in doh points.

All in all we only walked about 4 miles, but I sure as hell slept HARD last night! The Mom and I watched Ray (on sale at Target for $15), then I headed for bed. We did the little daybed number, then I tried to read my book, but I was asleep before 10. I briefly woke at midnight, but managed to snuggle back under the covers and stay sleeping til 9 this morning. Yowza. I have to run more errands for Sally today, maybe I'll go over and grab Miss Molly and take her for a walk...

Banausic

Wow, first of the month.

I have been out of my house for an entire month.

Did I tell you I drove by the place to have a look-see for myself? The entire yard was torn up from vehicles driving all over it, there was crap all over the back yard, at least a half dozen varied motorized machines were parked haphazardly, and a bobcat (obviously not the breathing animal that I've seen before) on display in my the front flower bed.

Okay, closure received.

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Friday I finished up work for Sally... took Molly to get her bath, did lots and lots of laundry-- basic housewife stuff. They brought home dinner and a movie, but I had to head out to Bunny's to do some data entry work for her. At 8pm the 520 bridge was shockingly packed (due to a stalled auto), and I was smacking myself for not staying at Sally's and watching the rest of the flick.

Got to Bunny's and eventually started on the data entry. She's doing taxes for some people so I am helping with the grunt work. I'd help anyway since I'm not really otherwise engaged, but she's paying me too, woot!

I left about 1 am, went home to take care of things there, and then went back on Saturday for another 10 hours of work.

Sunday I just lolly-gagged around, staying in bed reading most of the day. Then I decided to shake up that routine by moving to the couch to lay down and read. It. was. FABULOUS. A cool and quiet day, a good book, and my smooshy Ramona cuddling. Cookies would have been the cherry, but I was content with yummy coffee.

Monday I decided to clean my room and do the laundry while I watched 4 episodes of Quantum Leap. I'm on my third book, but rembembered to come up for air long enough to shower. I went to the grocery store, and still didn't get any cookies. I didn't buy any bread either.

But I did buy some chocolate-chip-mint-ice cream, damnit.

Yum.

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I'm spending the rest of my day job searching, but before I do it's imperative I tell you the following:

I got my information packet for the Breast Cancer 3-DAY walk. Good news is they are bringing the walk back to Seattle for 2005! Bad news is I'll be living in another country by then. I think Bunny and Sally might do this, so I can definitely help with the fundraising locally until then. Please check out this site, it's a worthy Cause.

If you are unsure about being a walker, I can tell you that this is one of the most amazing things that you can ever do. You find your limits, and push past them. You test yourself, and see just what you can do. You will get a sense of accomplishment that equals no other, and it will be everlasting. What you do can help SAVE SOMEONE's LIFE.