Does anyone know what this is?
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Saturday, June 06, 2009
Car Trouble and Zippo
Last week, we both showed up to work. My boss came in as we were in the lobby talking to a co-worker. She came in with an extra dog on a leash. It was another yorkie. (She also has a yorkie.)
They played, they got along just fine. He is bigger than her, actually twice her weight (she's 5lb, he's 10lb).
So I fell in love with him. We have wanted a yorkie or a schnauzer for a while. So of course I took him home for the first night. He's potty trained, already neutered, oh so cute...he slept in bed with us and waited patiently for me to take him out to potty in the morning. We're not allowed a dog unless we pay the fee for him, which what's the point--we're only here two more months. We can't get caught with him because we could get kicked out. So he stays at the shelter at night for now. But I love him, he loves me, he is so sad when I leave. His name is Zippo...
The Lincoln.
That same night, that I took him home, the car made a bad noise... mind you, I drive a luxury car, you cannot hear the engine AT ALL unless you floor it or you get out. I could suddenly hear it very loud, and it sounded like a diesel. Very scary.
David told me to put oil in it, because that's what he was sure it was making that noise for.
After putting oil in, it still made the noise a little on the way to work, and also it smoked when I stopped. I thought it might just be burnt oil from me spilling a little. But I was still terrified to drive home.
Of course, on the way home - with pregnant chick and Zippo both in the car-- it died. Thankfully after I stopped. Towed, then later discovered that it was only the water pump - we thought it was a dead engine... so we got it home, two hour drive for stopping every three minutes to fill it with water on a normal 30 min. drive... so now I'm waiting for the payday to roll around to fix the car... it really sucks. I'm so sad. I'm so glad that my car's not dead though.
Anyways, that's all for now. If you feel like donating.... I'd love you forever. Email me. :D
They played, they got along just fine. He is bigger than her, actually twice her weight (she's 5lb, he's 10lb).
So I fell in love with him. We have wanted a yorkie or a schnauzer for a while. So of course I took him home for the first night. He's potty trained, already neutered, oh so cute...he slept in bed with us and waited patiently for me to take him out to potty in the morning. We're not allowed a dog unless we pay the fee for him, which what's the point--we're only here two more months. We can't get caught with him because we could get kicked out. So he stays at the shelter at night for now. But I love him, he loves me, he is so sad when I leave. His name is Zippo...
The Lincoln.
That same night, that I took him home, the car made a bad noise... mind you, I drive a luxury car, you cannot hear the engine AT ALL unless you floor it or you get out. I could suddenly hear it very loud, and it sounded like a diesel. Very scary.
David told me to put oil in it, because that's what he was sure it was making that noise for.
After putting oil in, it still made the noise a little on the way to work, and also it smoked when I stopped. I thought it might just be burnt oil from me spilling a little. But I was still terrified to drive home.
Of course, on the way home - with pregnant chick and Zippo both in the car-- it died. Thankfully after I stopped. Towed, then later discovered that it was only the water pump - we thought it was a dead engine... so we got it home, two hour drive for stopping every three minutes to fill it with water on a normal 30 min. drive... so now I'm waiting for the payday to roll around to fix the car... it really sucks. I'm so sad. I'm so glad that my car's not dead though.
Anyways, that's all for now. If you feel like donating.... I'd love you forever. Email me. :D
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Birthday Fun PLUS
I have been meaning to update. My life is oh so busy anymore, that I hardly have time to breathe. So anyways, I guess I will tell stories.
For my birthday, we went to the zoo. It was really awesome.
The ostriches were pissy with David,
there was a gila monster dancing on the glass for people,
meerkats lounging around,
more animals pissed at david...sable antelope...this one was charging at him even though he did nothing... many thought it was going to scale the 'fence'...
david petting the deer...
PENGUINS!!
an albino crocidile...
oh. and i forgot to mention.......... you can feed and PET the stingrays.
That's right. STINGRAYS. they have had their barbs removed. You stick your hand down in the pool and they suck the shrimp up like a vaccum. They have no teeth. It was really scary. I did it. They were soft and happy for attention. It was real weird.
And that was my trip to the zoo. The reason why I'm not in any of these is because well it's my camera and I'm the camera man with it. Just because I'm not in the pictures doesn't mean I didn't have fun.
Right now we are hiring for a vet tech at my work. The lady was fired. She was very bad. Didn't follow directions.
So since I'm the executive assistant, I get to review resumes before the boss even has to deal with looking at them. Oh boy, what a bunch of ridiculous stuff this is. I have probably received 200 and only 15 are good. So far only half have shown up to their interview.
Hm... what else. Can't think of anything special to report. Hm... ah well, if I remember I'll try to post it. If I can catch up with time, anyways.
Ginger
For my birthday, we went to the zoo. It was really awesome.
The ostriches were pissy with David,
there was a gila monster dancing on the glass for people,
meerkats lounging around,
more animals pissed at david...sable antelope...this one was charging at him even though he did nothing... many thought it was going to scale the 'fence'...
david petting the deer...
PENGUINS!!
an albino crocidile...
oh. and i forgot to mention.......... you can feed and PET the stingrays.
That's right. STINGRAYS. they have had their barbs removed. You stick your hand down in the pool and they suck the shrimp up like a vaccum. They have no teeth. It was really scary. I did it. They were soft and happy for attention. It was real weird.
And that was my trip to the zoo. The reason why I'm not in any of these is because well it's my camera and I'm the camera man with it. Just because I'm not in the pictures doesn't mean I didn't have fun.
Right now we are hiring for a vet tech at my work. The lady was fired. She was very bad. Didn't follow directions.
So since I'm the executive assistant, I get to review resumes before the boss even has to deal with looking at them. Oh boy, what a bunch of ridiculous stuff this is. I have probably received 200 and only 15 are good. So far only half have shown up to their interview.
Hm... what else. Can't think of anything special to report. Hm... ah well, if I remember I'll try to post it. If I can catch up with time, anyways.
Ginger
Monday, February 09, 2009
Please no more drama!
Just a random picture of Waffles... I haven't seen her in a while. So my boss was fired, not happy about it. So much more stress in the job, and much more work to do.
I just got over being sick. I had a harsh cough for three days. Now I think I've gotten David sick.
Ok, so I thought I had alot to say. I must not. I guess I just wanted an update.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Tuesday, January 06, 2009
The Ridiculous-ness of December
Well. I thought every thing was leveled out, and just neutral in the beginning of December. On our way home late one night, we were pulled over. Hm... I wonder why I am getting pulled over...
I was on an onramp, so he spooked us by appearing on the passenger side. After providing all my papers, he said "You were acting suspicious, driving slow like you didn't want to pass me. Then I ran your plate."
"Uh... to be honest officer, I didn't even know you were there. My spedometer doesn't work, so I have to assume everyone is speeding." To which he said "ah, I've had one of those cars."
His reason after running my plate? It came back as suspended registration for no insurance.
He spent 20 minutes in his car on the phone with my insurance, with them telling him I did have insurance. Unfortunately, he had to take the plate because he had already ran it and he can't just say "oh yeah boss, i never pulled them over. just ran their plate." He did give me permission to drive my car still, and that to keep all of the stuff with the car so if I were to get pulled over again, "you can tell him you've already been cited for this."
SO...I go to the DMV/SOS/MVD the following morning. It shows a ticket that my friend got in June for no proof of insurance because he was unable to find the proof in the car (it WAS in the damn car!)....they told me to take it up with those cops and they couldn't give me my plate back until that was cleared.
Call them. The cop lady is confused. I give them all the proof they need saying that the vehicle was insured. No longer my problem, not my ticket. The cop is confused that it would be suspended, as the penalty is normally a three month suspension, and it had been six months. She then told me to call *this* number and get my plate registered.
I call.
I'm on hold.
He asks for my plate number.
I say uh... a cop took my plate.
Vin. DOB... verify...
Uh, m'am, could you repeat what this is in regards to?
My car is suspended.
Um, what was your vin again? Are you sure it wasn't your licence?
Uh, yah! The cop took my plate.
Hm... because m'am, your car is not suspended.
WHAT?
It was suspended in 07/07 for no insurance.
I didn't own the vehicle until 02/08!
Hm... well m'am, your car is not suspended.
So I can come get a plate?
Yes m'am.
So off I went. They tried to charge me five dollars for a plate, I said no way. Then I went to the court to get the ticket dismissed, and they said "we have to have prooooof that the car wasn't suspended before we can get rid of this." I said (without the cuss words) wtf b****!!!!!! isn't this enough proof that it was never suspended? this is my new registration!!!
Apparantly it was not, so I had to run around again back and get a letter from them and then back to the court and shove it in their faces.
Whew. That's hopefully the last time I have to tell that story.
-Gingavitis
I was on an onramp, so he spooked us by appearing on the passenger side. After providing all my papers, he said "You were acting suspicious, driving slow like you didn't want to pass me. Then I ran your plate."
"Uh... to be honest officer, I didn't even know you were there. My spedometer doesn't work, so I have to assume everyone is speeding." To which he said "ah, I've had one of those cars."
His reason after running my plate? It came back as suspended registration for no insurance.
He spent 20 minutes in his car on the phone with my insurance, with them telling him I did have insurance. Unfortunately, he had to take the plate because he had already ran it and he can't just say "oh yeah boss, i never pulled them over. just ran their plate." He did give me permission to drive my car still, and that to keep all of the stuff with the car so if I were to get pulled over again, "you can tell him you've already been cited for this."
SO...I go to the DMV/SOS/MVD the following morning. It shows a ticket that my friend got in June for no proof of insurance because he was unable to find the proof in the car (it WAS in the damn car!)....they told me to take it up with those cops and they couldn't give me my plate back until that was cleared.
Call them. The cop lady is confused. I give them all the proof they need saying that the vehicle was insured. No longer my problem, not my ticket. The cop is confused that it would be suspended, as the penalty is normally a three month suspension, and it had been six months. She then told me to call *this* number and get my plate registered.
I call.
I'm on hold.
He asks for my plate number.
I say uh... a cop took my plate.
Vin. DOB... verify...
Uh, m'am, could you repeat what this is in regards to?
My car is suspended.
Um, what was your vin again? Are you sure it wasn't your licence?
Uh, yah! The cop took my plate.
Hm... because m'am, your car is not suspended.
WHAT?
It was suspended in 07/07 for no insurance.
I didn't own the vehicle until 02/08!
Hm... well m'am, your car is not suspended.
So I can come get a plate?
Yes m'am.
So off I went. They tried to charge me five dollars for a plate, I said no way. Then I went to the court to get the ticket dismissed, and they said "we have to have prooooof that the car wasn't suspended before we can get rid of this." I said (without the cuss words) wtf b****!!!!!! isn't this enough proof that it was never suspended? this is my new registration!!!
Apparantly it was not, so I had to run around again back and get a letter from them and then back to the court and shove it in their faces.
Whew. That's hopefully the last time I have to tell that story.
-Gingavitis
Sunday, November 23, 2008
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
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
Friday, November 14, 2008
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.
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.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
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).
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).
Saturday, October 18, 2008
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.
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.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
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.
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.
Monday, June 23, 2008
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.
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.
Sunday, June 01, 2008
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
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
Friday, May 30, 2008
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
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
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
Sunday, May 25, 2008
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
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
Thursday, May 15, 2008
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!
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!
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
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
Friday, May 09, 2008
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.
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.
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