Welcome my son...wel-come...to...

So life sucks. Of course. But every day things?

Ok I suppose. I have a lot of stuff I have accomplished at work in the last couple weeks. I am really happy I have done so much. Hm... what else... oh yeah... GAS IS SUPER CHEAP!!!!



I gasped when I saw that!! About a week before that I said to D--"You won't believe what I paid for gas today..." I had paid 2.10! Now---about five or so years after my ma was quoted saying "I will not drive anywhere if gas goes over $2!!" She swore she would ride her bike everywhere, even in the winter. Do you remember ma? I remember. Why, just a few weeks ago I heard you had been putting a quarter--yes, folks, 25 CENTS--in for gas. Ma, you're so cute. Well, now you can officially drive again.... not that anyone else remembers you saying you wouldn't drive or anything.....

Anywho... new stories, new adventures, new news... new people who hate me... nothing new of course. Oh, and my brother is leaving the states for an unknown amount of time.

-G

What a mess life is

Piles of things everywhere. Piles of paperwork. Piles of dishes. Piles of laundry. Why aren't there piles of money? Life seems to always get worse when you finally think it is going to be tolerable. Forever on the decline... and I hate it. Hey! At least I've got my pretty car!!! That I killed the alternator in the other day... and had to go get a new one...all because I am an idiot...so I had to buy a new alternator with money that I don't have...

Which this reminds me...while I've still got one happy thought, which has to do with my car of course, is that the other day I was at the gas station. I was in reverse getting out of a parking spot. Oh by the way...I have a really long/big car...I had to pull out far. This idiot two down backs out after he sees me backing out and doesn't back up far enough to be out of my way and starts heading towards me. Then he has to stop cuz he realized hey-I'm long...so I stopped. Then I hit the gas hard. What happened? Something I'd never done before! I squealed the tires! Yay me! Well...I guess I have done it before in Cali...but I vaguely remember each incident and believe they were a matter of urgency...and I was never able to replicate it in the cavalier again...stupid slow moving cavalier...AHAHAHAHAAAAAA! My car goes fast when you tell it!! HAHHH!! When I pull up next to a cavalier, I align their fronts, and when I look over I can see the end of the car ends at the beginning of my back seats... hahahaa!!!

Ok I'm done. Back to being depressed...about things that shouldn't happen to me but they do...all the time...goodbye blue sky.

Alls I want fer xmas iz...

That's right. You heard me.

I walked into the store just the other day. I barely make it into the produce when errrrrr!!!! I back up. David is far ahead and has to come back. I am standing there with my jaw dropped. I am in disbelief. He grabs what caught my eye, throws it in the cart and says "come on..."

The rest of the store trip I would get a silly grin on my face when I remembered the gold in the cart. Mmm.....

We get out to the car. We dig around the bags. I'm jumping up and down.

We shake it.

We open it.

*Smack...smack...*

"That's not that great at all." David says.

"It's better than nothing though." I say.

We couldn't find any in Cali. Nobody knew what it was. They thought we meant juice.





So if you can't all get together and pool in enough money for us to come home and visit for Christmas, I at least expect SOMEONE to pleeeeeeeease please please send some real cider my way. I know it's just that time down at the mill. I'd like to be there, walking through the pumpkin patches with Aunt Beckie and enjoying the cider and smell of pumpkin pie (now a days grandma, I would eat pumpkin pie).

AZ STATE FAIR

So a local news station gave away free tickets to the fair for non-profit organizations. I work at one. They were only valid for one day. So I of course asked some family if they wanted to go so I could order. They said yes, I ordered, they forgot and couldn't go. So I freaked out, wanted someone to go, found someone to go. I met D down there and by then he was so exausted he was ready to go home. I unfortunately was too afraid to park too far in the ghetto, so I paid for parking. Dumb me. I know.

Anyways...you have to pay for tickets to ride rides. I wasn't interested. Maybe I would have wanted to go on the ferris wheel but not at night, I would have wanted to go up during the day.

Before much else, we went to see the figure 8 in the grand stands........... which by the way... YOU DON'T HAVE TO PAY TO GET INTO THE GRAND STANDS!!!!

I was really confused by this.

But yeah. We were like an hour late so we missed most of the show. They did their 8 a few times. The orange car drifted really nice. One guy lost a wheel (almost, it was somehow still there but he couldn't really turn). Once that was over, we went to see the animals.

David said there were...






No lions, no tigers, but BEARS!!



Cool, huh? It gets better. That's right. Ya know, there's your typical cattle, pigs, sheep, goats, some weird funny looking breeds of chickens (i was too afraid to use camera yet for that...) and of course, turkeys. After about the third time telling a turkey that it looked like a great dinner; I realized that the people who were their caretakers were probably around and were probably PETA freaks...so I also saw this really funny looking goose/turkey thing.... once again, too shy to take photos.

The girls had rode on an elephant, which we saw. Cool stuff. We kept searching for the "petting zoo" which was on the map, but this fair is completely un-navigable. The buildings say they are building ___ whatever, but we found out that is not the same with what building each map says it is. There was a 4-H building, which for some reason wasn't that cool. There was ba floriculture (sp) building. We ran into some of my co-workers. We ran into an x-coworker lying cheating stealing b****.....

We found the building FINALLY.

It was really cool!

There were BISON!



There were things that I can't remember the names of!! (Jack rabbit mixed with something else...it is a large rodent)



Another cool thing from Africa that I also can't remember the name of!!!



An OSTERICH that was pretty p.o.ed at david when he touched it. Sitting this thing was almost at eye level with me. I was afraid.



Oh. I guess I didn't get to take a picture of these things. But they are some weird large bird that have fuzzy heads and black feathers that felt kinda scratchy. They were also pretty tall, about as tall as me when they were walking around. There was something cute next to it, I think it was a momma pot bellied pig with her piglets. David was petting whatever it was next to these bird things. Their cage had an opening half way up, but the pigs or whatever didn't, and one of the birds leaned over the top of the cage (which was like 3.5' tall) and started moving it's head right to the top of david's head like it was going to peck him! I called his name and he looked up and backed up. That would have been a good picture if I wasn't so freaked out at that moment. Them face to face. It was creepy though!!

Oh, and the pot bellied pig didn't do much of anything until I think it's owner came along and started grunting at it. It sat up, grunted back, they grunted back and forth until the pig was so excited he had to pet it and walk away. Then the mom stepped back and threw herself down. I don't think she cared that she almost killed one of her babies.

They also had ZEBRA!!



AND A CAMEL!!! (This one was just a baby, there was another one that was humongous but I didn't take a picture.) This camel was oh so soft! I didn't think it would be.



THEY HAD A GIRAFFE!



AND OF COURSE, THE BEST OF ALL, SOMETHING THAT I WAS SO FREAKING EXCITED TO SEE WHEN I SAW IT, I'D NEVER SEEN ONE BEFORE. SO VERY COOL!!!


He was laying there for a long time and then, as most typical males do when they get up, he scratched his back, ate, crapped, and scratched his b****! That was so funny!


Isn't he super cool??????? I want to see one in the wild so I can see it run and jump. This one walked around and had a really rat like looking tail.


Oh I'm sorry, you're still wondering what it is?


Only the most random thing to have at a fair!!!


This fair definately had the best animal selection of any fair I've ever been to. Although it was sad they only had three bunnies.


Oh, yeah. IT IS A KANGAROO!!!!!!







Oh, and also, on a sad note.......apparantly nobody knows what an elephant ear is around here. There were weird things I've never heard of before like "indian bread"(something like that) and "funnel cakes".... but no elephant ears. Sigh. Now I have to make a not so perfect one at home.

That one song......

Ok. So I know most of you readers are either randomly stumbling upon my blog at about 1:30 in the morning in a click-haze---or else you know me and are mad at me for not updating more often. The truth is, once I write something, it becomes more real, and not everything I want to be real.

There's that one thing...that i won't mention...that you all know happened, that I refuse to mention.

And life. Oh, wow; life. Life is not fun. At all. Let us embark on a journey we shall call

STORY TIME WITH GINGER!!

If I am a little vague, well, that's because you are in your click-haze still. Don't worry, something is bound to make sense some day.

Moved. Yay. Have more room. Yay. I started working at an animal shelter (if you are wondering which one, email me and i will let you know). So yeah.... i am in the office. I am Admin Assistant. I have a cubical. Wooo, the only cubical in the whole place. Yay! A cubical! Hah. It sometimes gets dark and a little lonely. And sometimes I get in a haze. Sometimes it gets cold. When that happens I take a walk to the mailbox to check the mail. By the time I have made it five steps out the door I am sweating. That's right. The end of September. Sweating.

Anyways, I have recently had the wonderful privilege of updating the website. I love *twitch* getting in my haze *twitch* when I can't figure out where something *twitch* is. But that is ok though, i told the website who is boss. It's been being nicer lately.

I also get to work on the newsletter, which hasn't been published since February. Oh, and also on my lunch break now if I have extra time I have been going into the cat room and letting them all flock to me. It is cool. As I may have already told you, you can look any direction and there is a cat. The ceiling; there is a cat way up there sleeping.

I was almost killed the other day. I guess that's news worthy.

I was in the left turn lane (there are two left turn lanes here, i was in the *right* left turn lane). Normally I do not go here so that I don't have to merge on the on ramp. I was at the front of the line, I figured it would be ok.

Light turned green, go go go; and there are people coming from the opposite direction that have a yield to get onto the same on ramp. There are shrubs in the way of them seeing anyone coming. So as I'm getting closer a couple cars dart out in front of me. Ok, jerks, you were faster than me go you. Then suddenly this white truck is going just as fast as I am up his yield area; and is shoved into my lane. I had to swerve to avoid him killing me because he is a moron. There was no where for him to go, there was a cement wall on the other side of him. Luckily, I was aware of where the other cars were around me and knew that it was safe to swerve.

I plan on writing several different places in the city government so that they all understand this hazard. Those people should have to wait for the light, because this is such a busy area. My co-worker said that that same thing happened to him in that same spot. The idiots who are not yielding just look at you like you are the idiot. Man; I HATE IDIOTS.

Oh, moving on finally to why I named this post what I named it.

Once upon a time, on a vacation to Tennessee, a certain person had several music cds about the civil war and Lookout Mountain. I loved the music.

Years later, I asked who it was, what was the album name? anything? I don't know what you're talking about.

Research provided nothing more than me knowing that it is NOT by the Drive By Truckers.

Last night, at work, a song came on. It was a classical version of one of their songs. It made me so angry because nobody knew who it was, but one person recognized it. I have no way of knowing who it was. I will try to find a playlist for that music station: i don't know what type they have, but it is some type of satellite radio. Until then, ARGH!

That's all for now, you may resume your regular hazy broadcasting.

My Rabbit's Foot Doesn't Work...

Life.

It sucks.

I'll try to sum it all up...

One wallet [misplaced/stolen??]
One exhaust pipe broke off but was dragging--still attached.
One reeeeally bad day-ending in one ticket and a tire shredded by still attached exhaust pipe (also damaging wheel-----oh my nice wheels...so sad...)
One flat spare
One job offer ending in the ghetto with two attempted muggings
One bank card stolen out of different wallet and used to pay bills
Two bad wrists with carpal tunnel...(still)
Zero good signs.

Do I have to kill the bunny for the foot to start being lucky? Because I don't want to kill the bunny, he's cute.

A Drive to Help Forget

We went on a five hour drive yesterday up into the mountains.

Here are some pics from the trip, i don't feel much like typing.

I am fighting blogger's way of posting my pics, so I can't get the words to line up right and don't know if it's just me or the way I have my blog...so I'm going to tell you about each pic up here and you'll have to read about them seperate from looking...sorry.


1...This is where we stopped first, to get a good pic of the mountain. Dumb dumb, dumb...dumb......

Never walk barefoot in the desert. Do you see my foot? I'm already wincing and curling my foot up because I had so freaking many cactus spines in my feet...they were bleeding...I still have some in there this morning. I've been using a cane so I don't walk on them.

2...This is the mountain.

3...I think this is Roosevelt Lake, but I don't remember seeing any signs.

4...This is the farthest we went up into the park, Totono National Forest. (Maybe it was Teton...can't remember. But it was a national Forest.) It had turned into a crazy dirt road instead of a crazy paved road.




















That's all for now, even though I have a million pics from it.

Gingavitis

Gingavitis

Ok...in the last post I said Gingavitis 31 times...

Google Hits for Gingavitis

I realized a while ago that when you search Google for Gingavitis (it is not spelt correctly, it is correctly spelt Gingivitis, not Gingavitis) that you don't find my blog "gingavitis.blogspot.com" until the second page. So, I am going to be using the word Gingavitis a bit more frequently than I have been in the past Gingavitis blog posts. That way, if someone can't remember my site name (gingavitis.blogspot.com) but they can remember the weird name that i use (Gingavitis) they can search for me and immediately find me, Gingavitis; instead of finding a bunch of people who don't know how to spell Gingivitis correctly and are saying that they have "gingavitis" but they don't because they don't have me, or as I am going to say, lacking a vitis in their gin. Not that that makes any sense, but spelling gingavitis like so doesn't either.

In looking this up, and I can't believe I have never looked this up before in my life (i still haven't yet too much because i know it's something gross), I learned today that Gingavitis (yes i know i spelt it wrong, i have the right) is receeting of the gums and they turn purple-ish. That's the most I have ever known about Gingavitis. I also read that someone was worried they have Gingavitis just because their gums bleed when they brush their teeth. I have heard that this is an unusual occurance for most people, however I have had that problem my whole life; they call it "sensitive gums" not Gingavitis. At least I know that much about gingavitis. But if that is the case, and that means you do have Gingavitis, then here I am, Gingavitis, with Gingavitis. but I doubt that I have Gingavitis, otherwise good ole Dr. Greene next to DQ in Chartucky, MI, my dentist, would have told me I have Gingavitis a long long time ago. He has been my dentist all my life except for that month or so he made ma drive me down to Battle Creek a couple days a week for something I don't remember why....hey ma, why was that? I don't remember. I didn't have Gingavitis, did I? No, I'm kidding. I don't have Gingavitis, I haven't had Gingavitis (to the best my knowledge) and even though I go by the name Gingavitis I dont think I will ever get Gingavitis.

Do any of you know why I call myself that?

Probably.

I'll tell you anyways.

When I was a little girl going to Olivet schools, someone called me Gingavitis because it's a good mix of my first and last name. I never let people know that them picking on me got to me, or as gma taught me they would keep it up. But I actually liked it a little cuz it was really funny, and tolerated it. Then I moved to Chartucky schools and nobody was clever enough there to think it up....ever......imagine that, everyone that ever heard my name in charlotte were only clever enough to think up "hah, are you Vital, Ginger?" or "hah, you must be related to dick Vyyytaaaaal" they were all too dumb to think up Gingavitis. I would tell them Gingavitis was a good one, they'd laugh, mutter "ginger vitale.....ginga-vitis...hah..." and walk away and forget it forever. But whatever......... my point is this: Gingavitis Gingavitis Gingavitis.... come on google, you are my friend!!!

Thank you all for dealing with my crazyness. And now for something completely different.

You may return to your regular broadcast.

GINGAVITIS

Google Hits for Gingavitis

I realized a while ago that when you search Google for Gingavitis (it is not spelt correctly, it is correctly spelt Gingivitis, not Gingavitis) that you don't find my blog "gingavitis.blogspot.com" until the second page. So, I am going to be using the word Gingavitis a bit more frequently than I have been in the past Gingavitis blog posts. That way, if someone can't remember my site name (gingavitis.blogspot.com) but they can remember the weird name that i use (Gingavitis) they can search for me and immediately find me, Gingavitis; instead of finding a bunch of people who don't know how to spell Gingivitis correctly and are saying that they have "gingavitis" but they don't because they don't have me, or as I am going to say, lacking a vitis in their gin. Not that that makes any sense, but spelling gingavitis like so doesn't either.

In looking this up, and I can't believe I have never looked this up before in my life (i still haven't yet too much because i know it's something gross), I learned today that Gingavitis (yes i know i spelt it wrong, i have the right) is receeting of the gums and they turn purple-ish. That's the most I have ever known about Gingavitis. I also read that someone was worried they have Gingavitis just because their gums bleed when they brush their teeth. I have heard that this is an unusual occurance for most people, however I have had that problem my whole life; they call it "sensitive gums" not Gingavitis. At least I know that much about gingavitis. But if that is the case, and that means you do have Gingavitis, then here I am, Gingavitis, with Gingavitis. but I doubt that I have Gingavitis, otherwise good ole Dr. Greene next to DQ in Chartucky, MI, my dentist, would have told me I have Gingavitis a long long time ago. He has been my dentist all my life except for that month or so he made ma drive me down to Battle Creek a couple days a week for something I don't remember why....hey ma, why was that? I don't remember. I didn't have Gingavitis, did I? No, I'm kidding. I don't have Gingavitis, I haven't had Gingavitis (to the best my knowledge) and even though I go by the name Gingavitis I dont think I will ever get Gingavitis.

Do any of you know why I call myself that?

Probably.

I'll tell you anyways.

When I was a little girl going to Olivet schools, someone called me Gingavitis because it's a good mix of my first and last name. I never let people know that them picking on me got to me, or as gma taught me they would keep it up. But I actually liked it a little cuz it was really funny, and tolerated it. Then I moved to Chartucky schools and nobody was clever enough there to think it up....ever......imagine that, everyone that ever heard my name in charlotte were only clever enough to think up "hah, are you Vital, Ginger?" or "hah, you must be related to dick Vyyytaaaaal" they were all too dumb to think up Gingavitis. I would tell them Gingavitis was a good one, they'd laugh, mutter "ginger vitale.....ginga-vitis...hah..." and walk away and forget it forever. But whatever......... my point is this: Gingavitis Gingavitis Gingavitis.... come on google, you are my friend!!!

Thank you all for dealing with my crazyness. And now for something completely different.

You may return to your regular broadcast.

GINGAVITIS

Don't Forget the Bow Tie...

I shall rewind to my birthday, since I'm sure everyone wants to make sure I had a good one. This is the year I will be hearing "double deuce!" whenever I am asked my age. Ok...so on the morning of my birthday, we wanted to go do something. So we went bowling. After three horrible games (I never broke 100...) and a sore thumb--David had two sore fingers since he's left handed and used a right handed ball...

So we realized that there was one pool table by the bar. It was around 10 in the morning and some leagues had just gotten over. We have been searching for a perfect place to play pool and finally found it there. Nobody was in the area, nobody wanted to play pool, they were all there to bowl. So, we got to play against eachother. I won I think every game. I was doing great, he was like "you sure you aren't a shark and hid it all this time?" Yep...I can't say I learned to play well with the pool table in the basement at ma's...the rare times I got to use it Jessica and I would get in trouble because we'd end up grabbing the balls and throwing them at the other ones and they'd roll all over the place. I guess I have to say I learned to play more at Gpa S's. He taught us how to actually hold the stick right and also taught us how to bowl. I guess it makes sense why I am better at pool, there were two places for us to play for free always.

Anyways...came home, had some cheap champagne, (it wasn't even called champagne...) learned a really neat trick---

take a rasin. Pour a fresh ***fresh glass of champagne, drop rasin in.

What does it do? It goes down, then up, then down, then up...then down..then up...etc.

It was cool.

We had dinner with momma and Teresa and Al and Chris, and had ice cream and cake and gifts. A trademarked "UROCK"...picture frames...gift certificate to the "glazin in the sun" that Sharon works at. They have pottery and you go in and paint it and then they throw it in the kiln and you get it back in a week, it is real neat. I went there once, it took me three trips to finish painting it, if you are a regular reader you will remember I posted about it a couple months ago or so...it was a star thinggy.

She's always asking me to go but I never have any money, so I take it that's her way of demanding I go...because she doesn't get to have much fun time without the kids. Not that she doesn't have fun time with the kids. She needs some relaxing time.

I got a very fragrent something in the mail from someone...and though they mentioned their mother's garden was what it reminded them of...it reminded me of all those summers right around my birthday...the last few weeks of school Jessica and I would fix our hair just right, have a few barettes in our hair, go out a few minutes early for the bus and fix a rose in our hair for the day. One from the many rosebushes in the front yard that would grow like crazy. There were red, pink and white ones, and in the back there were orange ones but we weren't supposed to pick those, unfortunately. I wonder if that bush is doing ok...I know ma had planted grapes near it, I wonder if she ever got those to come up ok...I know she was having problems with them...

Well.

The Saturday before my birthday, which was the day before Neil's birthday...(remember he's a classic now...) I had gone into a place that needed kitchen help. He hired me. Unfortunately, I couldn't start until i filled out all the dumb paperwork which wouldn't be available until Monday some time when the manager of the place was in. I didn't want to work my birthday, I told him, so I started on Wednesday serving. Before you all go "yay for ging" let me just say this:

It sucks.

Let me explain the place...it is called "The Madison" and it is located in Sun City West. It is a senior apartment complex--let me re-itterate it...IT IS NOT A HOME or a CARE FACILITY. It is an apartment complex for old folks. There is a pool and laundry facilities and a game room and they play bingo and they have walkers and motorized wheelchairs but there are no CNAs or Caregivers. If they have a problem they call 911. They pay good money to live there (still wondering how good of money, havent figured it out yet) and they have a full kitchen and dining room with very fancy...I believe they called it on their website "3 star dining" where they have the chefs wearing the funny hats, the "chef" chef (executive chef) dressed in all white and the other chefs wearing black pants and those weird full white coats (poor guys, they must stink at the end of the night of sweat) and all the old folks (with an exception...)flock into the dining room that is super fancy with a paper menu with a few choices at their place. They sit down, fill them out, and us penguins (yes, we look ridiculous...I wanted to take a picture of the uniform on me but i am too embarassed...)come along and grab them and deal with their crap.

I am barely getting used to carrying the stuff around and remembering who came first and is waiting for me to come by so they can demand of me "what's for dessert"....I don't have any pockets in my apron, and the black pants I wear are pocketless also...so if I am not constantly carrying around my little piece of paper with all the deserts for the day on it, I have to say "oh uh...I am sorry I dont have my list for the night let me go get that...." and of course, when they want it it is all out.

Whatever.

Oh I guess I should explain the uniforms to you, huh? Hair: pulled completely back with nothing hanging down, must be up high enough to not touch the collar. Shirt: crisp, clean, STARCH WHITE (for those of you who know me know how painful it is for me to wear white...) full dress shirt. Stand up collar with a flap at the front that when buttened all the way up (which is how it is supposed to be) forms a W but there is nothing else there-no normal collar. It stands up. Black pants. Black shoes. After 60 days they buy you "shoes for crews" which are non slip good shoes. Until then I am torturing myself...I went to goodwill and went up and down through all the shoes, mind you this is the largest goodwill anywhere--I know, because david used to work at it...and anything that was black and would come anywhere near my size either had a heel or had absolutely nothing for grip on the bottom. Then I finally found some that have good tread--thank you ma for teaching me the most important part about shoes-- and I read the size.....

Size 6.

Err....um......let's just see if they fit.. .. .. .. .. ..yep. They do. Kinda tight...but amazingly they fit! How strange, since I wear 8.5's WIDE...(wide=nasty bunions) which yes I know, you all have huge feet compared to me, whatever...I always hated you Jessica and Randas because you could wear eachother's shoes but I was stuck wearing ma's klots. She never wore flip flops, so the only ones I ever got to wear were too small for J's gigantic feet of what were they...11?? And at that time I was only in size 7. Anyways...back to the uniform...

So cram shoes into shoes that in the first hour just feel a little tight, and by the end of it all I want to tear them off. Apron- after completing putting every damn button through every damn hole, put apron on--mine is pocketless unfortunately--it goes and covers from just above knees to chest and then forms a V and at the bottom of my neck and in front of that W on the shirt goes a BOWTIE. There's a belt loop thinggy at the back of the upright collar that it goes through, and yay, we have ourselves a black bowtie with a clasp.

Isn't it so nice?

I am so glad the apron covers most of the shirt. Oh, how I hate white. They are FULL dress shirts! I don't know how anyone keeps them clean! Today one of the ladies (don't even ask me how) got vanilla ice cream and chocolate on her bow tie and shirt.

So anyways...I have barely any hours, so don't say "yay"...and since it is paid for meals, there are no tips. We're still super broke. Thinking about being a delivery driver for hungry howies which is about 1/10th a mile away. Then i'd really need to fix the a/c.

That's all for now.

Ging

Eventful gas hogging day

I had an interview at the harbor this morning. David has been reading to me 1984 since I am such a slow reader and have attempted to read it twice both failing. He is a fast reader and I really want to read it someday so he has been reading it to me. This morning it was picking up really fast. Then I had to get ready. Just as I was telling him I had to go and he was following me with the book we realized he could come with me. After all, it was a nice sight to see water when all you see most of the time is cactus' and rocks and tan colored buildings (they have building codes against anything that is not desert colored out here- you have to blend in)....So he reads to me some of the time--when we're not interupted by loud obnoxious semis that have a caution yellow sticker on the back of their truck that says "SUICIDE" with an arrow pointing to the right...then I pass him on the right just as I realize I need to turn left--and he has teeth painted on his grill and an alien peacing with his hand on the passenger door......I was horrified.

Anyways...

After I let him get way ahead of me and long gone, stay away from things labeled suicide, especially on a crazy road that demands of you at random to turn left lest you enter into a shopping plaza.....

Reading reading...driving...yay we make it but one section left of the book. I go down. I swear, I am losing my touch, cuz as soon as i got off the phone with the lady on Tuesday to set the interview, I forgot wether she said 11 or 11:30. So i showed up at 11. it was obviously 11:30 cuz i had to sit around for some time waiting for her to let me come in the office. Other than that the interview went great, position needs filled in a couple of weeks. I dont think I was prissy enough for them, but dont get me wrong, the interview went good.

We drove around to a new spot of the lake "Vista Point" that wasn't really a new spot, but just a very very vicious 5mph (the sign said, i went less) climb up a hill that led the Lincolin to an overlook to see the only few parts of the lake we'd already seen all in one view. We decide we'd go get a drink and munchies at the store and see about seeing the rest of this lake, since we can hardly see much of it at all from this harbor. *Note: we didn't have to pay for entrance because it was for an interview.*

We look at a sattalite map of it and see a road that goes around to the west side of the lake (we were at the "lake pleasant harbor" at the very south of the lake) and decide to drive up it for another view of it and maybe be allowed to chill by it for a bit.

We see a sign for it after going down the road 3 miles and then there is an enterance...with a guard...asking 5 bucks to get in. I really reminded myself of my grandpa when I was talking to the guy... "I don't suppose we can have a quick look around without paying..." Nope. 5 dollars. k. I am really low on gas. Where's the nearest gas station? Down on Lake Pleasant Rd. way back...I remember passing it like 10 miles or more ago...ok.

I u-turn out of there, sad, and continue on the road that went up the west side (the map in memory said so, but certainly didn't appear that way by all the mountains and turnings there were) and the road ended in two choices. Well, three if i wanted to demo my lovely car. Straight, a rock wall. Right, another enterance gate begging for money we were certain. After all, right was east and east supposedly was the lake (there were too many mountains to know for sure). We turned left. There were a few signs mentioning stuff about not entering without paying...but they were for if you left the road. It turned into red clay rock. There was a park post with a map. We got out and looked. The road continued, but of course, it had labeled all the docks there were and at each line (road) leading to the water there was a cash symbol...

YOU AREN'T ALLOWED TO THE WATER WITHOUT PAYING!!!

We u-turned that dirt road and made it back down that dumb road. He tried to read more to me but he had to yell over the windows or we had to suffer in the hot car with windows up. We pulled over at our major junction of 74 and Lk Pleasant Rd. There was a nice large welcoming spot of dirt with tracks in it. I listened to the finale of my book, with a couple interruptions from the property owners next to where we parked....ground squirrels. They were so very tiny and were looking at us like prarie dogs!!! After watching them for 10 or so minutes a big one came running over-- we thought they looked tiny! They were the babies. We got out and threw a few doritos around their holes for them. After the finish of the book we headed towards town.

David had wanted to go to this park that is to the north for a while, and so we went on our way back. I was confused, since the name of it is Thunderbird Park yet is was north of Union Hills....we live right off of T-bird which is a few miles south of Union hills.... but whatever. We finally made it, after I was doubting its existance several times, and we acended the paved way up this hill. We got out at the end of it and instantly there were chipmunks EVERYWHERE!!! I have seen more chipmunks in that park today than I have ever seen in my life, ever even in michigan i have only seen like a few.....

Chipmunks, doves, lizards, this other ugly bird that i've seen too much of and dislike...(no it's not a pidgin!!!) we grabbed the doritos and started tossing. we made it around to a covered picnic table and sat down. there was a kfc dish that had water in it surrounded with peanut shells. obviously an expired offering to the locals. Except the water...we crushed some doritos around the area and sat down. Soon there was an ugly bird that came over, viciously breaking the chips with it's beak, then it went away and a dove came along. the dove was more elegant about eating the chips, it broke them in a less vicious manner. Then it went away and a nursing mother chipmunk came along and sniffed each of the million tiny pieces of dorito and nibbled once on one, got a long drink, and left with a big piece of dorito. We watched it go over to the other picnic tables and disappear, obviously the nest was there somewhere. The dove came back...left...then a chipmunk with a less fluffy tail came along and for some reason the tail told me it was a male. Sure enough, when he grabbed a chip, ran up the ledge, laid down on his belly with back paws out and ate the chip we could tell. He hung out a big longer eating several of the chips. I wanted to take him home...

We also saw a rabbit. It had very wide ears and was really scrawny and seemed very odd to me. Then again, I have a tiny yet fat rabbit that i'm used to. Either way I wanted to take him home also.

As for animals I am told are all around out here, I have still yet to see a scoripion, snake (other than the yellowish white one i ran over on the freeway today as it was crossing...like i cared...) and a road runner. David saw one once at AG while on a smoke break, he was with Mike and he said "wtf was that???" Mike was shocked he didn't know what it was, he laughed at him and was like "it's the state bird! Dont you know a road runner when you see one?" But the thing is, it was in town when he saw it! So yeah....still waiting to see those things that supposedly are deadly things that people encounter alot around here (excluding the roadrunner which is still supposedly everywhere)...................

Someone said the other day that cats are immune to scorpions...weird...

Oh and after the long eventful day that we had, I had been wishing the whole time that my camera hadn't been out of batteries...because i have no pics from the adventure. No batteries... lame.

That's it for now

Gingavitis

oh, and if i don't post for a while... HAPPY BIRTHDAY MON FRERE ON THE 18TH of May. He'll be a classic. Go Neil!

Fried

We were trying to do sales one day, when we went north. We'd never been that way. We pulled into a plaza just north of Honeywell (which later-today-we had an interview) to see if any of the small shops would need our services. They were so new they were vacant. Another building down there was a store, so we approached. We paused a moment in utter confusion, then shocked laughter at what we saw. That's right... it is a fast food place. Yeah. I couldn't believe it, I had to go inside just to believe that yes, it really was a fast food place, there was nothing but a big menu that I didn't dare even glance at for fear of more discust...I wanted something paper from there to prove to myself that it was true, but instead when I came back to the area today for David AND my interview at Honeywell we took the camera along. Oh, and yes, it looked like it could rain this morning and I was so happy, and then it did when we of course parked really far away at our interview.

That's all. Good day.

Gingavitis

Life's a.........then ya die............

Internet was down for a week. Too depressed and apartment too dirty to call it in. Fixed today (finally). Went to many interviews since we last spoke...nobody likes me. Talked to ma like three times on her birthday. She's a year older past old fart...15.

Aside from worthless gas-guzzling interviews (thought i was gonna say prices, didn't ya?) We borrowed this magical little black thing that looks like a laptop but plays better.....and we are three seasons into a MASH marathon. *Al was in the middle of season two so we borrowed 3-6...we're on season 5.* Maybe you'll be a bit more understanding of my humor, or lack there of since i'll never be funny...as I type I hear Hawkeye reading over my shoulder...

Also...remember a while back i made fudge? well, since i am so anti-social and david barely eats sweets, i still have a bit left. and the last few days i feel horrible. Dizzy, naucious, and my heart is beating out of my chest while my body begs for rest. Look at me, all that candy I used to eat so well, it has gone a step past coming out through the pores in my face, now i think i'm having mild heart attacks from having three nibbles of fudge...and headaches that don't go away overnight (why do you think i like to sleep so much? they go away once i wake back up normally.)

Oh also...i cut my BUNION open on a piece of glass...a broken Martinelli bottle to be exact... what a horrible place for a foot wound, not only do i put all my weight on the point because my big toe isn't where it belongs and is disobeying it's orders (thank you hawkeye) but it hurt before i cut it.

So on a brighter side, my afgan has a few more squares and i have ten sprouts now.....thats it for the good stuff.

Oh, and I almost forgot to mention!!! Remember how we were to receive our backpay with the final check? Hah.

OSHA paid a visit the day before we got our checks. We weren't allowed in the building, and were told we'd get kicked out of the bar too and to not go over. We only wanted to say hi to the master printer. He was very upset...by the way he was acting it would appear that he's not allowed to print without the safety system being fixed on his press. Oh, and also...we yelled into the door for MB to know we'll see her in court. They tried to scare us by saying the DOL is waiting for us. Hah, they still think they are right. They are wrong. They made a big mistake. They've messed with people so long they forgot how to be careful...they'll have so much stuff that i don't dare even go into it too much, as who knows could be reading. Watch, you'll see. They'll be miserable that they messed with us, they represent the man.

Seedlings!

Yay, I have seedlings!!

We planted seeds in starter thinggys... they didn't come up. We put seeds in damp paper towel...they started a bit and we pulled them and threw them in the starter thinggys.....they didn't come up. We kept watering the other seeds (about 20 or so cuz we were so mad we couldn't get any to start) and finally just took the paper towels and put them an inch under the soil.

After about 2 freaking weeks of watering them every day and wondering "hm...must be this desert..." i get one up! Then two, three this morning! Now, at 6:30 pm there are 6!!!!!!!!! Unfortunately probably all the same thing. This gives me hope in the other seeds now, since I thouht they were never going to come up. Maybe they will...

I think what we have sprouting is parsley, but not sure any more. We also planted broccholi and basil. (think fat rabbit *except basil*) or as we were taught to call it at Camp Chief Noonday..."pudgy bunny"...

mighty glad yer here...


Something that is doing MUCH better is bell peppers. We planted four but the first seedling lost a leaf and died. We planted another one in it's place but...dont know where it is. Mind you, we planted all of these at the same time (or tried to).

In Cali we tossed seeds on the ground and there were hundreds (parsley) in three days. Unfortunately, Doobie devoured every sprout he could when we were blinking, and they never got much bigger than an inch before they met the reaper...

Anyways, still hunting, technically we kinda got a job but we don't want it... sales. For the other store... :D

D has an interview on Wednesday, the guy seems to be desperate for David so I think that might be a winner. Who knows though...

Gingavitis

Cops

So last night we were at his momma's house visiting, when I see blue and red lights flashing outside. I stand up and sneak to the door and say oooh..... and take a step onto the patio. There's more than one! They are rushing out of their car...sit back down low... then Al gets up and just walks on outside and carelessly observes them. So we both do the same. Then we see there are five shiny new Dodge Charger police cars and I counted about 8 cops that I could see at one time. They are wandering around the apartment on the very end, shining their mags about in the side yard.

Then another cop car comes flying up and immediately a cop hops out, he's holding a high powered rifle and we hear "chuck-chuck!" from the gun. He starts to sprint, yells at the woman with her puppy to get inside her house (doesn't yell at us three heads on the patio) and continues his sprint. Moments later a fat cop and an undercover come walking up from who knows where. Then they scatter.

Unfortunately, about 10 minutes of waiting, and they come back empty handed and leave (except one). It was disappointing.

Stop The SLAVERY!!

Tuesday the 22nd, I couldn't stand being a slave anymore.

I talked back (nicely, I mind you) to the old bug-eyed slave driver and told her what I was going to do whether she liked it or not. She followed me around as I gathered my things and continued to nag. I continued to hold back the desire to knock her over and break her hip, and said just the right words to really drive her nuts. Ah, no more bug-eyes constantly following me and wondering about my every move.



Maybe I'm so used to the creepy bug-eyes that I seem to think this dog's eyes aren't buggy enough... but I think you get the point. Protruding farther out of her skull than even a Boston Terrier's eyes, yet just as weird looking from head on because they're so far apart, they are always bloodshot.

We have also figured out the numbers of what they weren't paying us, and up until we quit they hadn't figured them yet. I doubt they are correct, they wouldn't share with us what they were. But if they are incorrect then we will be seeing them again. We'll find out in two weeks when we get that paycheck. We will also probably be taking up all the issues they have and pointing them out to the proper people... forcing employees to lie, hazardous equiptment (everywhere there) and maybe if we're bored discrimination too...

So for now, lots of resumes, few interviews. As long as they aren't anything like this racist b* who thinks the south won, I don't think i'll have a problem.

Gingavitis

(ps...she still think's it's ok to have slaves, and yes she's racist, and also color blind, therefore she thinks everyone is her slave.)

Gary Busey Says...

The horrible things that happen working next to a bar...

K... so we were trying to leave work for the day. Our co-worker asks if we are going to go over there. No. Get to the car, David decides to take the trash out of the car. Next thing I know, he is waving me over to everyone smoking. I get there and he says "i didn't mean to...i was just taking out the trash..." Gary Busey and his friends bought us a pitcher. He also said we had to get the trivia question..."what kitchen item was invented in 1905?"

We are all hollering out items, none match...i'm talking to Gary Busey and suddenly Donna Jean (owner of bar) is pointing at David and saying yes!! He won the 25 cent drink! PRESSURE COOKER!!

So down to the point...we were there two hours all cuz of Gary Busey. He asked how my wrists were doing, (we talked before about it) he thinks i should stop wearing the braces and just strech them and go to the doctor. That's what Gary Busey said.



As for this guy that i've been telling everyone about who looks like Alan Jackson..... this is my only picture of him.

Blender Renders

On top of all the drama, I have been blending a scene to be lovely... mostly cuz i want to have a real complex one on file so people realize that yes, i can do that crap it is just real painful. I have been working on this one since i think friday... today is sunday.









Yes indeed... i am still working on it now, but i thought i'd show some of it since i am constantly thinking about it and what else i need to add... even though i have to add it very slowly on account of low ram..... donations accepted :D

it has taken on average about 15 minutes for each render. not too bad. i was thinking about adding a window looking outside... but that would probably add like one hour if i were to make outside, so i haven't dared yet. Anything to get my mind off of the horrors of real life...

Lake Pleasant, AZ

Ok, apparantly the largest lake in AZ (I laughed when i saw it...) and NOTHING NORMAL grows by the water... really lame. I was told it'd be a great sight, and believe me, it was awesome for someone who hadn't seen a body of water (other than a man made "creek" surrounded in cement) since August when I left Cali... i wanted to cry when i saw the water, i missed it so much.





But, of course, i still thought it was real lame that there was nothing but cactus' growing near the water. CACTUS'!!!!! They are neat but there are too many of them and not enough trees.... MAYBE I'M DEPRIVED OF AIR from not having enough trees around me and that's why i'm cynical but damn it i miss trees i miss water!!!!!!! Look at the pictures, NO TREES!!! (except the tree that i call "the green tree" which only grows up to be a large shrub which is all around here...the bark is green...)

Clean Fishbowl

Also something I forgot today...... I meant to call my mother and have her rant about how to properly change the water in a fishtank... and then if she was not convincing enough, call MLS' mother to re-itterate the issue. I of course, forgot. I've been saying "i forgot" for so long that everyone knows it's just a random piece of this puzzle we call Ginger Marrie... and you're all sick of it. Especially you, thou whoest ranks highest on the unspeakable list that only a brother can envision. I cannot believe I went that far... hah! You know who you are...

Anyways... you are supposed to put the fishie in a bowl with the dirty water and start giving it clean water in the bowl and once the tank is clean slowly usher it from the dirty water into the clean water... so it doesnt go into shock and randomly die or fly out of the tank like some fishies do... so sad when that happens and you're not there to save the fishies..... guess that speech will have to wait... until then i hear ma complaining about the mailman in the back of my head...

Tales of True Horror of A No Good Tale-Teller...

I cannot claim this exccentric tale to be my own, however I am here to highly emphasize the details that were seemingly overlooked by the main character in entertaining it's readers. I shant be so to the point. There are times, but I'm never very good at that. It shall be told as my own.

Driving down an icy road, a car pulls out in front of me without consideration of the ice. They are barely (if at all) gaining speed, as I am having trouble losing speed, and therefore rear end them. My hood bent slightly, i pull off into the parking lot as they choose to stay in the road.

As we are discussing the facts, I have this strange sense to look over my shoulder, and as I do I witness almost an exact repeat of my incidence: realizing the hazard and because of the ice, the driver unable to avoid the same car, this time unoccupied and not moving at all, is again rear ended, and dramatically moving across the road and blocking the path of another on-coming driver. This third person swerves to miss it and slides into a fencepost off the road.

A cop drives by and lets us all know someone will be there to help shortly, and that we are out of his jurisdiction. He then continues down the road partways and pulls someone over. Someone else comes along and rear ends the cop car! All around, a worthy story of being elaborated on, especially to demonstrate the town's poor actions of cops (we waited for an hour and a half before the correct cops came).

I do ask the original character to be so bold as to tell the story right, as I am certain I have something out of place.

As for Ginger stories...I don't really have much to say about myself. We are attempting to grow veggies but I think they are burning in the sun here. I heard from a close friend that they are doing much better than we all anticipated, and also that another friend and their family are choosing the correct pathways of escaping sure disaster that is the black hole of which many are so blind to.

Have I mentioned how miserably painful getting old is? I know... shut up, you are young. David has been very miserable for a very long time, he has gone through more hell than most his age. I, even though I tend to complain an awful lot, (one of the only things i inherited from my mother's genes, her irritatingly constant desire to protest/hate anything she lays an eye on that drives many up the wall...) where was i... oh yes, me, complaining... my wrists hurt!!! I was finally thinking it was just a passing thing and was going away when i touched my wrist down on the counter and it sent this awful pain that brought a welling of tears to my eyes. I was reminded of what they taught us in animal science class, about chicks having hollow fragile tubes as legs that strengthen with age... i felt like i had baby chicken legs for arms that were breaking...

as for David, he just recently worsened his knee problem. He took two days off work, has been using a knee brace for a few days, and has a click.

AND NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT:

If you give a rabbit a box of dirt, he will frantically dig and dig and poke his head down into the dirt like an ostrich... and dig and dig until he sees the spilt dirt on the concrete and then he will dig at the concrete... which is good for his nails... it was a great moment for him and a humoring one for us.







And of course, please remember to sit up straight.

Bonsoir. ~G

Have I fallen off the face of the earth? Not yet...

Ok, so I am going to re-itterate what Lindsey always told me. Bite your tounge at the idiots, let them be idiots. You will go farther... Yes yes... I work for idiots. Something was missing. We were really busy and it wasn't the important issue at hand... and the two drama queens (that were there, there are four)(and one that was there was the boss) ran around for at LEAST an hour searching for it instead of working on the huge job that was due that day and needed everyone's help.

I said once and then just shut up...rewind the camera, watch where she put it... check on it while you work since its obviously is gone. whine whine, it takes too long to rewind, whine whine... just do it and shut up... but no. They would rather freak out and bitch about it than think about the best way to do it and follow through the most productive way they can. I shut up and kept working. They eventually gave up looking for it after around an hour and a half (seriously) and rewound the tape.

There are so many things that could be done to that shop that could make it so much better, on everyone, and more productive because you don't have to be a dramaqueen about anything, just do it... but we've tried to fix a few things and we got yelled at it for it.

So... when we leave we are taking the free programs that we installed with us. The programs that allow us to print autocad files for customers without autocad, amungst other things. Nobody will know how to operate fully the large laminator, because people are so dumb and don't care to know how to operate the machinery that they own, or make payments on (or the blueprint machine...or the docutech...)

They bitch to me about business being slow, i try to care but it's hard since they won't let us fix anything, even the small shit that would make sense... anyways... enough ranting. i am going back to reading now. Reading the da vinci code for the second time. got a library card last sunday, on our only day off. if i had more days off i could go to the library more or go for a drive or...so many things...sleep... but then again i don't make any money in the first place, so i will thus continue to wear wrist braces every night and wish the bruises on my wrists would go away and stop hurting...and david will continue to suffer with all his pains and narcalepsy instead of having a magic doctor wash them all away and everything be wonderful and go live in california and a;lsdkjf the long list goes on. some day, i won't be broken anymore. but for now, i deteriorate and feel pitiful. Bonsoir.

Gingavitis

Easter/Bunny

Today is Easter. Here is my bunny. :D



Gee, you can tell i'm bored, huh?

Assorted pictures

Cleaning out my phone and I forgot about a few that I wanted to show others. Here they are.



Meat Pizza from downtown Glendale. It was cooked over pecan wood, and such large chunks of meat....making it oh so good.



This car...the guy driving it looks like Alan Jackson...no joke. Will post picture of him later.



Beautiful picture...too bad it wasn't taken with a real camera. Gorgeous.

That's all for now...

GingaVitis

Good news on a good day

Woke up at 3:30. Couldn't sleep. David woke up at 3:40. Couldn't sleep. Talked enough to be tired. We fell back asleep. Finally I give up on waking up with the alarm clock so I shut it off. Wake up when i'm ready. Go. Stress the whole way to destination. Flat tire. Jerks at discount tire won't patch it. Finally reach destination, 9:40. Enter in through doors... cops. Metal detectors. Up the stairs. Lobby full of people. Should I take a number? "Number 82?" the lady calls. I think I'll take a number. "Number 82?" I pull the number. Number 82. Oh- hey- that's me!

Go down the hall, sign in...list is full of names. I hope this doesn't take hours... just when I send David out to the car to go get something important I forgot, he leaves the room and the judge walks in. All rise, be seated... Calls name, ok, bam bam dismissed. Ginger?? Oh crap, that's me already! David's not back yet... crap... yes I was lawful yes yes... no i do not have my registration, david's coming with it right now... be seated and bring it to me when I call you again......two more people are called. David comes in. Judge eyeballs David suspiciously. Calls my name. Forms, forms, forms... yes yes...waived, waived, down to minimum charge of $124 for az resident with out of state licence. rest are all waived..... thank you your honor......5 weeks to pay it.....making it $144. Thank you!! Instead of owing 1300 i owe 144. Yay hooray.

Had a lazy day at work, pretty easy...drove home on the highway for the first time in my Lincoln, it was GREAT. No flooring it, hoping the transmission eventually kicks into third gear while the rpms are up around 3500 and the car sounds horrible--BAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAHBR- BRAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH! No yelling across the car to hear the passenger who is a foot away. I could hear the music - there was music! I could hear David! No horrible, feel like you're going to die because i'm on the highway in a car that is shaking and is very loud and there's wind coming up somewhere by my feet... none of that... No. I have a lincoln. Dont even think of getting in front of me, my car could eat yours whole if it wanted to and you know it. Your car would be totalled and mine would have a scratch on the bumper. Solid. 1986. I'm not a classic. So don't call my car a classic. Yeah, we're the same age and we both have our issues, but we're almost indestructable. Superwonderful.

Oh, and I saw a carbon copy of my car today for sale. How much? $1500. Hah! I paid 250! Same wonderful car. That made me real happy.

Have a good day. I'll try. My wrists are really killing me. I've been wearing braces on them as much as i can at work and always when i sleep now, but they still hurt. That's why I haven't typed this much recently. I need insurance.

GingaVitis

And I do appreciate you being round.......

Help me get my feet back off the ground...

I like having a radio in my car. I forgot what it was like to have one.

So once again I have driven David to that church this morning so he can paint. It is a long drive, especially when i'm pulling a new muscle in my leg every time i drive that car just because of the tall people that it was made for i guess. Also the fact that i have to grip the wheel tight at all times because it doesn't have power steering to the right... only to the left. So it's hard to keep it going straight, since no car is aligned perfect and whatnot, so just barely correct a touch to the left and correct hard to the right. I'm used to it now, don't worry we are replacing it soon.

Well, if i'm not mistaken I believe that the post office right around the corner is open unusual hours, but unlike the rest in the world that's a good thing because they are open alot more often than just 9-5 like most. So... I need to go get some stamps, send gma a letter and then hi-ho it's off to work i go (sorry, ma's voice appeared in my head, couldnt stop it from coming out).

GingaVitis

What to do...

Will someone please give me a good idea as to what to do with all my rocks from the Cavalier's back window? The best idea i've had is to put them in the bathroom. I can't put them in my new car because that car has never been to those places...

David took work off for today and tomorrow and probably Wednesday also. He is helping this guy from Detroit we met paint a church for $12 an hour which means we'll hopefully be ok soon.

That's all for today.

Gingavitis

More plates

Someday, maybe when i'm 24... i'll have a garage full of licence plates and can tell a story about each one, and how long it was on each car that I had before I had to switch to another state. Hm... I have two Cali plates and one Michigan plate that says GMARRIE :D and NOW i have an AZ plate. I guess the only way I would get one from Florida is if I was given it...

And of course, in related news, I no longer have my Cavalier. Sold for $300. I'm a little sad about it yet.

Not that anyone would know about this, but see what appears to be a wine spill under the wine glass to the left???


It's not really wine, folks. It was a clear candle from Jeff & Mellissa's wedding in that glass, and one hot humid Michigan day it melted into the back ledge... I cleaned it as best I could, but when it dried it looked like liquid sitting there on top of the fabric, spilling out of the glass. I used to have a knife up there too... we thought it wouldn't be a good idea for it to be there if we got pulled over... also, at one point in time, when we were travveling around MI we had rocks from lake MI on the driver's side and rocks from lake Huron on the passenger side. They mingled and then assorted random things from Cali got added in and now I have a bag full of rocks that I cannot part with...and a little martini glass with sanddollars from cali in it...

Oh and just for the heck of it, here's a pic from a long time ago in Kentucky. Cheers to Uncle Steve!!



~GingaVitis~

Sold...

Sad.

So sad.

Won't be gone until Friday but it is sold.

Sigh.

Me so sad.

Sad news...

Not the saddest... but i'm selling my cavalier.


And now for something completely different:

NAKED LADIES!!



Me and my Doobie


Enveloes that have flames in the corner. Were getting thrown out!! That's 2500 perfectly useable envelopes, which is around $1000 worth of postage...


That's all for now... going to go back to pouting...

Gingavitis

What is the plural form of car?

Cars.

Three cars. I own three cars. I had a cavalier, and now i have a cavalier, crown victoria, and a lincoln towncar. The last two are almost identical, same year and most same everything. The vic is black, used to be a cop car, of course, and the lincoln an old man car, of course. The lincoln needs a power steering pump and front suspension work done and it's solid. There are a few other minor details, but too excited to bother at the moment.

The crown vic needs new front brakes, not driveable unless in reverse and very slow. Also need tires - just one and one spare ( we already have one spare, but need one to put on the vic)... the vic is more dinged up than the lincoln and idles a little rough still, we have not driven it home yet. The lincoln i drove home as straight of a path as I could, david had to help me turn some times. But I got both of them for 250 each. Altogether we have a decent lincoln and a vic that needs a little work, the lincoln just some tlc and a power steering pump. (and front suspension eventually, but I drive slow anyways so i'll make it last as long as I can).

That's all Ihave to say tonight. Goodnight!!





GingaVitis

What a friggn day

If I EVER say "yes, i can type that 32 page lease up for you in i'd say one hour..." just hit me real hard, K? Or break my fingers and tell me "not anymore!!!" Three people were typing all day as well as answering phones and helping customers, and it's still not done.

must eat, it's almost midnight and i'm eating the first thing i've had that is real food all day. I am so tired. I have more typing to do tomororw......

Nazi's souls

This is for Neil: my co-worker came in today with something and tricked me into eating a piece of a cold dark Nazi's soul. Sad.



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Spicy Thai

"Spicy Thai: Ginger with attitude"

it's a brand of Kettle chips.

Got a free scanner from my dear sister (I call her my sister, she's really david's sister) and so yeah... does anyone need any business cards? i work at a print shop... even though i work there, i can't seem to think of anything big that i would want done, other than a certain one thing that i have been denied access to.

Life still is a b and then you die, just like ma says. We got offered a Caddy last week from a good guy and haven't heard from him since then. Very depressing. D's tax return might be getting taken away. Etc, etc..... crappy story.

We went to a concert on monday, we bought the tickets before we were broke so we still got to go, it was great. Tommy Emmanuel. I got to be next to the stage (stage left) for my favorite song. I'll explain more later. I must go.

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Superbowl Sunday

yay. woo. go team.

Superbowl is a few miles south of me this year and I don't care. Everyone else in town cares and it's crazy out there, so i'm here inside where there's no traffic to fight, especially the famous people driving fast.

I just thought I'd post some pictures. No cactus' yet but we got some of the mountains to the south (every way you look there are mountains.) while the sun was setting on our way home on the highway, which we rarely take. Enjoy!



There is a better one of the mountains with the flag in there but I liked the palms in the foreground.



This shows you just how boring this place is...



And last, this was a sunrise that I got one morning leaving our apartment complex. Notice the marigolds in January.

That's all for now, I'll see about getting more pictures...

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SEVERE WEATHER ALERT FOR PHOENIX AZ

Active Watches and Warnings


SPECIAL WEATHER STATEMENT
NATIONAL WEATHER SERVICE PHOENIX AZ


303 AM MST SAT FEB 2 2008
AZZ022>024-027-028-022215-

NORTHWEST MARICOPA COUNTY-GREATER PHOENIX AREA-
SOUTHERN GILA COUNTY/TONTO NATIONAL FOREST FOOTHILLS-
SOUTHWEST MARICOPA COUNTY-
NORTHWEST AND NORTH CENTRAL PINAL COUNTY-
INCLUDING THE CITIES OF...LAKE PLEASANT...MORRISTOWN...
NEW RIVER...TONOPAH...BUCKEYE...WICKENBURG...CAREFREE...
CAVE CREEK...CHANDLER...FOUNTAIN HILLS...GILBERT...GLENDALE...
MESA...PEORIA...PHOENIX...SCOTTSDALE...SUN CITY...TEMPE...GLOBE...
MIAMI...SAN CARLOS...SUPERIOR...ALSO INCLUDING APACHE...
BARTLETT...CANYON...HORSESHOE...ROOSEVELT...AND SAGUARO LAKES...
GILA BEND...APACHE JUNCTION...CASA GRANDE...COOLIDGE...FLORENCE

303 AM MST SAT FEB 2 2008

...A COLD WET STORM EXPECTED IN SOUTH CENTRAL ARIZONA LATE SUNDAY
THROUGH MONDAY...

A STRONG COLD FRONT IS EXPECTED TO MOVE INTO SOUTH CENTRAL
ARIZONA...INCLUDING THE GREATER PHOENIX AREA...LATE SUNDAY AFTERNOON
THROUGH SUNDAY NIGHT. RELATIVELY HIGH AMOUNTS OF MOISTURE ALONG THE
FRONTAL ZONE WILL RESULT IN A SIGNIFICANT THREAT OF PRECIPITATION...
WITH A FEW THUNDERSTORMS.

EARLY INDICATIONS ARE THAT BETWEEN A ONE THIRD AND TWO THIRDS OF AN
INCH OF RAIN IS POSSIBLE ACROSS THE GREATER PHOENIX AREA SUNDAY
NIGHT...WITH AN INCH OF RAIN OVER THE HIGHER TERRAIN NORTH AND EAST
OF PHOENIX. SOIL MOISTURE IN SOME OF THE FLOOD PRONE WASHES IS STILL
HIGH FROM LAST SUNDAYS RAIN EVENT...SO HEAVY RUNOFF IS POSSIBLE IN
AREA CREEKS AND WASHES.

SNOW LEVELS WILL BE RELATIVELY HIGH SUNDAY EVENING...NEAR 6 THOUSAND
FEET...FALLING TO 4000 FEET BY MONDAY MORNING. A FEW INCHES OF
MOUNTAIN SNOW ARE POSSIBLE ABOVE 4000 FEET EAST OF PHOENIX LATE
SUNDAY NIGHT AND MONDAY.

PERSONS PLANNING OUTDOOR ACTIVITIES SUNDAY AND MONDAY SHOULD LISTEN
TO THE LATEST FORECASTS AND UPDATES IN THE EVENT WEATHER WATCHES...
WARNINGS...OR ADVISORIES ARE NEEDED. FORECASTS CAN BE OBTAINED
THROUGH NOAA WEATHER RADIO OR ON-LINE AT WEATHER.GOV/PHOENIX.



Yeah... so very ridiculous.

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Big Fat Update

Well where to start...

Aunt alert...too depressing to let kids read.

Besides the fact that we aren't getting paid for the actual hours that we work and we are keeping records of all this bullshit so we can take it to court some day if we have to...

We were finally going to be having a little extra cash and therefore we bought ourselves something we each had been wanting for quite a while. David an mp3 player and me, one of the many things I want, a digital camera. Then as we are anxious to get our new toys in the mail we are on our way home...

There was a cop in the left lane. I was slowing down because there was a red light ahead. The cop swerves behind me and after the light flips his lights. Not good. At all.

As I said, had a little extra money...was trying to figure out how to register to this stupid state and somehow get there without skipping work... but if I had been a good Ginger and done it that monday like we (d&g) decided was my deadline... I would have been ok. It was THAT TUESDAY after my deadline that I made for myself and hah! Tickets I got:

1. Expired Registration

2. AZ Resident w/out of state plates

3. No AZ DL (AZ Resident)

These are exactly what my ticket says. Three tickets on one big pink sheet.......

Guess what the total is of them???

$$1300$$

Yeah. Any donations greatly appreciated.

So for those who did not know, my car is I think in it's dying place. I wouldn't want to die here, it's such a horrible place. But it chose it's place so here it is. It has been having issues with the radiator. It leaked in one spot. We fixed it the way you shouldn't. We used the same old hose that is falling apart and just cut off the split part. **We drove around town first looking for the right hose and each place said some other branch had one and we'd get there and it wasn't the right hose. "But the computer says it's the right hose..." yeah buddy why does it bend there... it needs to go straight down... that's obviously not for THIS CAVALIER. But the computer says....*scratch head...look dumb...say sorry...

So after we fixed that hose it started leaking from some weird place and overheats after 10 minutes of driving even though we have to pour 1 and a half gallons of water into it just before starting it every time. Turn ignition off and it pours the water out.

So just after fixing the radiator hose and just after realizing that it's overheating somehow, we get pulled over. We immediately go to the place to smog it since they are open until seven, and at about 6:45 we got there **just before close...remember** and while waiting (it was so freaking weird, it was pretty much a drive through smog shop. never seen anything like it.) in line we started overheating. Just after deciding to shut it off they tell me to pull ahead. They start getting stuff around it and get down on their hands and knees and then the guy goes and gets the boss to come look under my car with him. He puts a couple things into the computer and comes to us and says "ok here's what's going on, your entire exaust system is shot, we can't get our equiptment on it, it would break if we tried to get it on there. You'll have to fix it before we can even touch it."

BULL.

It's been so long since I looked at my muffler that I forgot it's tailpiece was gone. David knew instantly what they were complaining about and of course was upset that they wouldn't test it. To show me, we got the mag out of the car and banged on it real good like it deserved it (because it does) and hey, nothing's wrong with it. It might be rusty, but it's not so rusty that it's going to fall apart completely yet. All they needed to do was put their vaccum thinggy closer to my muffler and it would have been fine. It would have probably passed higher because some of the emissions would not be going directly down their tester tube thinggy.

The next morning we got up super early...actually, TRIED to...fell back asleep... and planned on getting an AZ licence right away, even though I want my CA one so I can prove residency and have free school there... we work at ten every morning. They open at eight. We didn't get there until 8:50 am. I was sure we'd be late for work... If you've ever been to the SOS in Marshall, MI you know this amazing wonderful feeling. I got my number. We sat down for no more than 3 minutes. My number was up!!! Of course, it was a much larger DMV than the SOS in Marshall, but still, for all the people I saw in there and for that size, i was in complete awe. The DMV in Cali was the same size and I waited for almost one hour just for them to call my number.

So hand over info, lady typing...sign this...money please...go over there... stand against wall...here's your id. They had an id maker right there, which I have always had to wait for it in the mail before. Still...not happy about it at all...i hate this place...

My car has one month temporary registration, which expires the same day i'm supposed to go to court for my ticket. My car is just a money pit, and is not worth throwing more money at it, it'll just find another thing to have go bad. So I need to have a car that runs/smogs/registered by Feb. 22nd and have money to pay the ticket if they only knock it down to the 800 dollars that it goes down to if everything is taken care of... and have money for food since we don't get paid enough... immediately. I can't even afford a $100 car but I need something. Life sucks.

So about work... we had a happy evening with our new toys when they came in the mail. They were a good distraction, but not distracting enough from life. I'm sure I've told you about HER at work. Well, story time about the mean old lady.

Let's just call her BE, short for Bug Eyes. She breathes fire and speaks with bullets. Made David empty out the vaccum cleaner because she thought nobody ever changes it (even though the truth is that she is obsessed with the shittiest vaccum ever made--a hoover-- the bags are junk and blow out...) all blaming us for the pos hoover bag blowing out WHILE HE WAS WITH A CUSTOMER.

BE comes and yells at you while you are irritated about the 20 late jobs that are multitasking on that you need to clean up the paper by the copier and what's all this junk over here this can't be here... and someone needs to file, "we agreed that everyone would take a half hour each day and file" YEAH BUT DO YOU SEE THE FULL TABLE? DO YOU SEE I'M BUSY? DO YOU WANT TO HELP HERE OR JUST BITCH ABOUT STUFF THAT IS NOT CRUCIAL FOR YOUR BUSINESS TO RUN WHILE I'M TRYING TO IGNORE YOU SO I CAN GET A THOUSAND DOLLAR JOB DONE. HOW BOUT QUIT CLAIMING THAT YOUR COMPANY IS BROKE AND QUIT OVERLOADING YOUR THREE CSR'S WITH EVERYTHING AND HIRE TWO MORE PEOPLE AT LEAST. Or the least you could do is come out of the office and shut your mouth and just help us get stuff done. How does that sound? Sounds like a fake world to me, BE, I think you don't understand anything about running a business.

I run a 15 foot machine at work when it needs ran. I was making books for cops. I was boxing them next to my machine and setting the full boxes next to my machine where nobody needs to stand unless then need a manuel to a machine which nobody ever does. BE walks by with a mug of coffee*** and stops. Asks me why i'm putting those there. I tell her that those are the finished books and since the job is not done I am keeping them by the machine until they are all done. That way they don't get delivered on accident.

BE tells me that I should be putting them over here (which was in a very high traffic area) because that's what they always did. "But why would I do that [BE] when I can put them here out of everyone's way? they'd be in the way over there." That's the way we've always done it, blah blah blah... I ask but [BE], they would be in the way over there! They are not in the way right here!!! To which she replied, waiving her hands in the air "Run the store Ginger! Run the store! You think you know better than me so do it all and Run the store GINGER!!!"

My boxes stayed where they were.

***there is a rule that nobody is allowed to have any open beverage up front because it could spill, since we do paper products all day that's a bad thing. Not happy that she had one.

And to set the record straight, BE is NOT anyone's boss. She is the owner's mother. That's all she is. NOBODY'S boss. The owner is the boss and she cons her mother into doing her numbers for her. She doesn't do the numbers correctly either, as I stated earlier, she scams hours off of our paychecks. This we have proof of, and intend on letting the owner get a whif of how illegal that is and hm, do you want a big problem? I didn't think so. It's bad enough that we don't make as much money as we did with less bull to deal with at the deli. I miss working at the deli. I was making almost double what I am now. I want to shoot people all day long, everyday. The deli it was just every 20 customers you wanted to shoot, and you didn't have to deal with the same guy every day about the same thing over and over. Here's your food, if you like it come back if you don't then goodbye. There was no "here, sign this saying that this sandwich is ok just how we have it listed on the menu to make for you so that if we make it wrong it is your fault." There was no filing everything that ever came through the store, no complex orders that take two days just to quote. And yet I make 5 dollars less with all these issues swelling up my brain. Not to even mention the doubled stress that BE puts on top of the cake.

I have never hated a place more than Arizona. (With exclusion to Florida, because after all this time it has finally filled in completely as a marsh and now is part of the atlantic and doesn't exist anymore...they call it davy jones' old people locker.)