Today is my day off. It was wonderful to stay up till two in the morning reading- ahh... the good old days... I emerged from my basement tomb and found myself home alone! I sat on the couch in the sunshine to enjoy my book. It's a gorgeous day outside. The sun was shining through- but the blinds were pulled. Open, but still across the window, creating striped shadows all over me. No biggie, right? Not until one falls asleep in that light for an hour. I think I now have a striped tan. Is that better than no tan at all? I'm not so sure.
Oh, it also doesn't help that my roots are starting to show through on this horrible hair color I am sporting. Sigh... Maybe I should just stay in my room, blogging and eating Holland Mints.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Monday, September 27, 2010
A Little Pick Me Up
The breaks just went out on Kermit- which means I have to drive Stanley (mom's cruddy van) to work tomorrow, which means no cruise control or Harry Potter- which means it's going to be a very long hour drive to Idaho Falls. Plus, I have no money, I'm not getting any hours at work so the prospect of money is dim at this moment. I just got summoned for Jury Duty (I was JUST summoned in Colorado before I moved- Welcome to Idaho) I think it's time for a list to come to the rescue!
Things I love about my job:
I'm sure a lot of it will change in time, but for now, I really like it.
Things I love about my job:
- The simple fact that I actually *have* a job
- It's busy so the time flies by
- Whenever a baby is born they play Brahm's Lullaby over the sound system
- It's challenging
- I am picking it up quickly
- the people are nice (for the most part)
- I get to use my brain (it's rusty)
- The drive is pleasant (with HP for company and nice weather- once those things change that commute will totally suck)
- It gives me a reason to get out of bed in the morning
- The awesome ice!
- I'm not glued to a desk
- The NO TOBACCO campus (smokers have to take a two block hike to light a cancer stick)
I'm sure a lot of it will change in time, but for now, I really like it.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Uninvited Guests
An idiosyncrasy about me you may not know: I hate bugs, spiders, creepy crawly critters, etc. When I am in my house and a creepy crawly crosses my path, it dies. No questions asked (well, I will ask someone else to kill it if there is another person's shoes available,* but if not, I do the deed myself- which grosses me out to no end). But when I am outside, I do not harm the little bugs. I figure, I'm in their home so I am the intruder. I don't barge into their home and kill them (mosquitoes are another story. Yes, I am in their home, but I am there peacefully and they are the ones picking the fight. If they get caught poking their noses into my business, they die) and generally when we are out of doors we can coexist.
I think my fear of creepy crawlies dates back to the time- shortly after Halloween- when I was helping my mom deliver a wedding cake to the church across the street. There had been a party there the night before with all kinds of spooky-ish decorations. As I walked into the church behind my mom, I spied a plastic spider on the ground. I thought it would be funny to put it somewhere where someone would see it and freak out. Turned out the joke was on me. It was real- and alive.
Then there was the time I was living in Provo. A HUGE spider was in our living room and being the silly girls that we were- we went next door to get a boy to come get it. This big guy comes over, I mean, he's 6'4 and 200- something pounds. He leaned to hit the spider with a shoe- and missed. The spider jumped- and when it landed it reared back in fighting position- four legs in the air on the defensive. Have you ever seen a 6'4, 200- something pound guy jump up on a couch and scream like a girl? I have.
Spiders are all well and good when they are used in decoration. Like my friend's purple glittery spiders. Super cute and the perfect finishing touch. I was in the "lowest level of hell" tonight (aka Walmart) and they had some fancy shmancy spider decorations too. I wouldn't have minded them. But why do the for real ones feel like they need to move in with me? Do they come as an accessory to the creepy corn husk doll wall paper? Is it punishment for all the innocent spiders I killed outdoors as a child? Is it revenge for that spiders nest I wiped out several years ago? (it was in my closet! What was I supposed to do? Eeeyuch!) Why? Why do they think my room is the most hospitable room in the house? If it's not my bedroom it's my bathroom. They're not even pretty spiders. They are gross brown ones the size of a fifty cent piece (do any of you know what those look like? You're not ~that~ young are you?). And they leave juicy messes when you pound them with a flip flop. Why can't they just die when I spot them and let me vacuum them up? At least this year (knock on particle board) there are no Hobos.
*sidenote- I can NOT be wearing the shoes being used to kill thecreepy crawly. I have to hit it with a shoe I am not wearing. I absolutely under no circumstances can step on a critter. I felt the crunch once and I've never been the same since.
I think my fear of creepy crawlies dates back to the time- shortly after Halloween- when I was helping my mom deliver a wedding cake to the church across the street. There had been a party there the night before with all kinds of spooky-ish decorations. As I walked into the church behind my mom, I spied a plastic spider on the ground. I thought it would be funny to put it somewhere where someone would see it and freak out. Turned out the joke was on me. It was real- and alive.
Then there was the time I was living in Provo. A HUGE spider was in our living room and being the silly girls that we were- we went next door to get a boy to come get it. This big guy comes over, I mean, he's 6'4 and 200- something pounds. He leaned to hit the spider with a shoe- and missed. The spider jumped- and when it landed it reared back in fighting position- four legs in the air on the defensive. Have you ever seen a 6'4, 200- something pound guy jump up on a couch and scream like a girl? I have.
Spiders are all well and good when they are used in decoration. Like my friend's purple glittery spiders. Super cute and the perfect finishing touch. I was in the "lowest level of hell" tonight (aka Walmart) and they had some fancy shmancy spider decorations too. I wouldn't have minded them. But why do the for real ones feel like they need to move in with me? Do they come as an accessory to the creepy corn husk doll wall paper? Is it punishment for all the innocent spiders I killed outdoors as a child? Is it revenge for that spiders nest I wiped out several years ago? (it was in my closet! What was I supposed to do? Eeeyuch!) Why? Why do they think my room is the most hospitable room in the house? If it's not my bedroom it's my bathroom. They're not even pretty spiders. They are gross brown ones the size of a fifty cent piece (do any of you know what those look like? You're not ~that~ young are you?). And they leave juicy messes when you pound them with a flip flop. Why can't they just die when I spot them and let me vacuum them up? At least this year (knock on particle board) there are no Hobos.
*sidenote- I can NOT be wearing the shoes being used to kill thecreepy crawly. I have to hit it with a shoe I am not wearing. I absolutely under no circumstances can step on a critter. I felt the crunch once and I've never been the same since.
Thursday, September 16, 2010
ABBA Mania
Who out there can think of a better cure for eight hours of mind numbing computer tutorials- than an evening with ABBA? (well, it was close, since the original group has no plans to get back together as far as I know).
Tonight my sisters and a bunch of friends had front and center seats to the ABBA Mania concert. It was so stinking fun. The only drawback was the geriatric crowd that was surrounding us. Why people 70 and older thought they needed tickets to ABBA is beyond me. They were so lame. No one would clap or dance. I got the look of death from one grandma when the guitarist (who looked suspiciously like David Spade) took the stage and I cheered for him. I decided I didn't care. We whooped and hollered and sang along with almost all of the songs. They sang a few I didn't know, but that was fun too. The people behind us were glad to be sitting near fun people. The two main singers were good. The back-up girl reminded me strongly of someone I know. (Vern, do you sometimes sport black spandex and sing ABBA tunes? I swear it was you I saw tonight) It wasn't the most amazing concert I've ever been to. They kept forgetting the words to the songs- probably not everyone noticed, but because I know the words- and could see their faces when they messed up- I could tell it wasn't on purpose. But it was certainly the funnest concert I've ever been to.
Yup, it out did all those house parties with local bands that I frequented every weekend in Provo. Now I just want to listen to the Mama Mia soundtrack and dance in my room... but sadly I'm now a working girl and have a bedtime.
Tonight my sisters and a bunch of friends had front and center seats to the ABBA Mania concert. It was so stinking fun. The only drawback was the geriatric crowd that was surrounding us. Why people 70 and older thought they needed tickets to ABBA is beyond me. They were so lame. No one would clap or dance. I got the look of death from one grandma when the guitarist (who looked suspiciously like David Spade) took the stage and I cheered for him. I decided I didn't care. We whooped and hollered and sang along with almost all of the songs. They sang a few I didn't know, but that was fun too. The people behind us were glad to be sitting near fun people. The two main singers were good. The back-up girl reminded me strongly of someone I know. (Vern, do you sometimes sport black spandex and sing ABBA tunes? I swear it was you I saw tonight) It wasn't the most amazing concert I've ever been to. They kept forgetting the words to the songs- probably not everyone noticed, but because I know the words- and could see their faces when they messed up- I could tell it wasn't on purpose. But it was certainly the funnest concert I've ever been to.
Yup, it out did all those house parties with local bands that I frequented every weekend in Provo. Now I just want to listen to the Mama Mia soundtrack and dance in my room... but sadly I'm now a working girl and have a bedtime.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
The Running of the Rats
This week has two significant dates for me. Thursday the 16th will be my one year anniversary of the date I got... fired (sigh, every time I say it, it makes me die inside a little bit- but there is no getting around it). I remember thinking how happy I was that I finally got fired from a job I was too chicken to quit. I was hoping that I'd qualify for unemployment but because of the nature of my termination, I didn't. That day sucked when I found that out.
Anyway, that day is also my Sister in Law's birthday and we're going to see ABBA. I don't think it's actually ABBA, I think it's a cover band, but who cares? It should be enormous amounts of fun!
Wednesday however, is going to be... um... interesting to say the least. I start my new job tomorrow. I'm still hugely nervous. I have no idea what to expect. I am trying to train myself to go to bed at a decent hour. I don't do mornings very well and would hate to nod off at the wheel. I have Harry Potter to keep me company so that should help a tad. It will be nice to have some sort of income again- no matter how sporadic it may be for a while. I've never really enjoyed sponging off of others so it will be nice to pay my own way again.
The previous days in this week have been eventful as well. Sunday I was put in as a new primary teacher. I have a kid in my class who is the son of a guy I went to primary with. He looks *exactly* like his dad which is creepy; besides the fact that his dad is the one who christened me "whale maid" and "quarter tonner". He's a good kid though. All my my primary kids are. I'm going to have to be on my game to keep up with those little crazies.
Monday I spent FIVE hours getting my hair done- and it still doesn't look that great. I miss my Denver stylist. I trusted her to the point I'd just say, "do your thing, I don't care cuz I trust you." I'm much too blonde for my taste and I'm not so sure about the cut. It cost me two arms and part of a leg to get a hairdo that I'm not fond of. Lesson learned. Let's hope the rest of the week smooths out.
Anyway, that day is also my Sister in Law's birthday and we're going to see ABBA. I don't think it's actually ABBA, I think it's a cover band, but who cares? It should be enormous amounts of fun!
Wednesday however, is going to be... um... interesting to say the least. I start my new job tomorrow. I'm still hugely nervous. I have no idea what to expect. I am trying to train myself to go to bed at a decent hour. I don't do mornings very well and would hate to nod off at the wheel. I have Harry Potter to keep me company so that should help a tad. It will be nice to have some sort of income again- no matter how sporadic it may be for a while. I've never really enjoyed sponging off of others so it will be nice to pay my own way again.
The previous days in this week have been eventful as well. Sunday I was put in as a new primary teacher. I have a kid in my class who is the son of a guy I went to primary with. He looks *exactly* like his dad which is creepy; besides the fact that his dad is the one who christened me "whale maid" and "quarter tonner". He's a good kid though. All my my primary kids are. I'm going to have to be on my game to keep up with those little crazies.
Monday I spent FIVE hours getting my hair done- and it still doesn't look that great. I miss my Denver stylist. I trusted her to the point I'd just say, "do your thing, I don't care cuz I trust you." I'm much too blonde for my taste and I'm not so sure about the cut. It cost me two arms and part of a leg to get a hairdo that I'm not fond of. Lesson learned. Let's hope the rest of the week smooths out.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Dear Universe,
Those pictures of you at the Idaho Falls Visitors Center were awesome! You're lookin pretty good these days. Keep up the good work. My sisters were so impressed with you that they are hanging a mural of you on thier wall. Really, you are beautiful.
I have a new job now, I don't know if you've heard. It's weird though, because I don't go to work and I don't get paid. I'm not sure how that all works out. The only thing that has changed is the fact that I can honestly say I have a job. Next week is the 1 year anniversary for when I lost my job... ok, got fired. *shudder* I thought it would be funny if they made me wait till that day to start. Just one of life's cruel ironies. This waiting around is a drag.
They made me go in last week and pee in a cup. They stole some of my blood and made me do a Breathalyzer test (I hope I pass. Shouldn't have had that bottle of Jack just before I went in). Now I just have to sit at home and wait for them to tell me if I am immunized enough to get started. My background check is also underway. That shouldn't be a problem though, I live the most squeaky clean, boring life ever. Sometimes I go 35 in a 25 just for some thrills, but other than that, I'm pretty low key.
I want the job to start, but I'm not gonna lie, I'm nervous. I'm nervous about the commute in winter (45 minutes across wind swept farm land in a white out at midnight? no thanks). I'm nervous I won't like or be good at the job. I start in the ER for crying out loud! This is a serious job where if I screw up, it could really mess up people's finances and no one wants their medical paperwork messed up. I'm anxious about the people. What if they don't like me? What if I don't like them? The majority of a job's likability depends on co-workers. Scary.
Anyway, I know you've been wondering what's going on with me and my "job" so I just wanted to drop you this little note. I hope you had a great labor day. I did. I played Zuma all day - that really takes it out of you. Today should be slightly more exciting. I get to hang out at the farmers market with a friend and my niece has her first volleyball game this afternoon. I'd rather play than watch, but there don't seem to be enough people around here who would be willing to play... the way I play. I could probably find some people willing to just bump the ball around or be silly. But I want to play for reals! Like, bump, set, spike. I miss that more than almost anything about Denver.
Until next time, I am as always,
Me.
I have a new job now, I don't know if you've heard. It's weird though, because I don't go to work and I don't get paid. I'm not sure how that all works out. The only thing that has changed is the fact that I can honestly say I have a job. Next week is the 1 year anniversary for when I lost my job... ok, got fired. *shudder* I thought it would be funny if they made me wait till that day to start. Just one of life's cruel ironies. This waiting around is a drag.
They made me go in last week and pee in a cup. They stole some of my blood and made me do a Breathalyzer test (I hope I pass. Shouldn't have had that bottle of Jack just before I went in). Now I just have to sit at home and wait for them to tell me if I am immunized enough to get started. My background check is also underway. That shouldn't be a problem though, I live the most squeaky clean, boring life ever. Sometimes I go 35 in a 25 just for some thrills, but other than that, I'm pretty low key.
I want the job to start, but I'm not gonna lie, I'm nervous. I'm nervous about the commute in winter (45 minutes across wind swept farm land in a white out at midnight? no thanks). I'm nervous I won't like or be good at the job. I start in the ER for crying out loud! This is a serious job where if I screw up, it could really mess up people's finances and no one wants their medical paperwork messed up. I'm anxious about the people. What if they don't like me? What if I don't like them? The majority of a job's likability depends on co-workers. Scary.
Anyway, I know you've been wondering what's going on with me and my "job" so I just wanted to drop you this little note. I hope you had a great labor day. I did. I played Zuma all day - that really takes it out of you. Today should be slightly more exciting. I get to hang out at the farmers market with a friend and my niece has her first volleyball game this afternoon. I'd rather play than watch, but there don't seem to be enough people around here who would be willing to play... the way I play. I could probably find some people willing to just bump the ball around or be silly. But I want to play for reals! Like, bump, set, spike. I miss that more than almost anything about Denver.
Until next time, I am as always,
Me.
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