I got my apartment!!!
I move next Tuesday (soon!) and I'll finally have a bed of my very own. And it'll even be in a bedroom with a door and everything. A plus is that I'll have my own bathroom. I won (wasn't much of a competition) the right to the private bathroom 'cause I'll need to put the litter box in there and Gertie (Heather's pug) likes to eat cat poo, so...we don't want any of that happening.
Anyway... I'm excited to be moving out and for reals being on my own. I only ever lived "on my own" for one summer, and every other time of my life I've lived in a residence hall or at home or with someone at someone else's home. It'll be nice to be able to have what I want in the fridge, use the kind of laundry detergent and toilet paper I like and so forth. It's the little things, really. It'll be a huge task to get all moved in and set up, but I'm still looking forward to it happening. I'll be living on the ground floor, which is really mostly in the ground. It'll be nice to be in the ground 'cause it will be cooler and such. I know some people don't like the ground floor, but I'll have a real patio and a fence with a gate that opens up onto a huge lawn. I want to have a BBQ or something where we can have people come over and hang out outside. I'm also looking forward to getting all my stuff out of boxes. I haven't unpacked most of my stuff since last May and it'll be nice to have all of my movies and book and knickknacks out. Plus, my posters will be a nice change of scenery.
I'm getting some new-to-me furniture too. I'll be getting a dresser and chest of drawers that match a nightstand. Plus a bookcase, which I'm looking forward to the most. I have a lot of books and DVDs that need somewhere to sit. The bad news is that they are coming from my mom's ex-husband. He is still in the hospital after having a stroke and now he's got pneumonia. Add that on top of the HIV he's had for the better part of the last 20 years, and it's just not looking good for him. I'm not sure if they think he's going to die soon or if they just think he won't ever be well enough to live on his own again. Either way, it's pretty sad.
Oh! And last weekend was pretty awesome. We didn't go out and party the night I was off work, but we were all pretty tired, so it was okay. The Royals beat the Cards, so that was a good time. We pretty much just hung out and had fun. Slept a lot too. I mean, like, a lot. It was so nice. My air mattress is still at Aaron's, but there's not really a rush to get it back, so it's cool. I ate at A Street Car Named Desire with Genny at Crown Center (for anyone who knows KC) and that was pretty good too. We mostly just caught up since we hadn't hung out for more than a year.
Well, I'm tired, so this is it for now. I worked 44 hours last week (and still managed my weekend of fun) and now I finally have two days off in a row. I came home and cleaned for almost three hours today too. The place was a mess and no one else seemed interested in doing anything. So now the dishes are done, the floors are mopped/vacuumed, the counters are clean, the trash is taken out, the litter boxes changed and the rest of the place generally straightened. I even finished my laundry and did some packing. I don't have a lot here, so it didn't take long. Point is, I'm exhausted. So I'm gonna sleep now. :)
Songs to consider:
Space Bound (Eminem)
Almost Famous (Eminem)
24 June 2010
I thought I was lost in the city, it was just your eyes
What a night! I think that may have been the longest night of work...ever. It wasn't the longest I'd been at work, but it felt the most exhausting. I thought it was a full moon. All the crazies were out in force. I was cashiering (which is not what I normally do on weekdays, but the normal cashier was out) and that in itself was just demanding. There are generally fewer people during the week, but they come at such an inconsistent pace, that it's hard to get anything done. To top that off, we had four people. We were supposed to have six. The normal cashier had all her teeth pulled (sucks for her) and the older guy called in "sick" but the boss suspects it's just 'cause he didn't have a ride. So we only did about half the work we normally do and still got out half an hour late. Plus, we had a big two day sale start and of course nothing was in the system yet so it was a complete nightmare when I had to adjust the pricing for EVERYTHING. Sigh.
Anyway, enough about work. I'm working hard on getting our new-to-us cat from hiding out all day under the bed. My mom's ex-husband (the one before my dad) had some sort of stroke or something and I guess he's being moved into a nursing home, so he couldn't keep his cat. Her name is Lucy and she's very loving, but super shy. I'm working on her.
I'm so excited about tomorrow. With Genny coming and me not working on a Friday night, it just has to be amazing. First, the baseball game, then the going out, it'll be awesome. I don't foresee a whole lot of sleeping going on. I sort of day-dreamed about it yesterday as I was falling asleep and I think it turned into a dream after that. It was pretty vivid and it would be great it something happened similar to the dream. I started thinking what I might wear (since it's hot, jeans are seriously debatable). Then I imagined me and the others (Aaron, Heather and Genny) at a bar. I was up ordering drinks when a cute guy comes up and asks if I mind if he squeezes in next to me to order drinks for his buddies too. I say sure and while we're waiting for the bartender, we start talking. His name was Will and he was British (I told you it was vivid). We got to talking and I told him who I was with and he told me about his friends (two guys and a girl (but not a pizza place), one guy and the girl were dating and the other guy had a girlfriend that wasn't there). Will was single. It was oddly similar to my situation, except it was three girls and one guy. I mentioned that Genny's boyfriend was in Iraq and he got all excited and said that my friends and I should join him and his friends at their table and we would have a drink in honor of Asher (the friend in Iraq).
So we all join up and have a good old time and when it was time to leave, Aaron invited the others over to his house for an after-party party and they all agreed. So we all went and hung out and Will (who is completely made up in my head...as he's just a dream) and I hit it off and start to talking more. We decide to go for a walk around Aaron's neighborhood and while I'm off talking to Heather about how I like him, Aaron gives Will a "talking-to" about being nice to me. I woke up and thought that was hilarious. So we go off on a walk and it gets a little fuzzy after that, but I think it ended with us kissing. There is some vague feeling that I dreamed about the morning after and how we all had breakfast or something, but I'm not sure anymore.
I love my dreams sometimes. How awesome would it be if even a little of that dream came true? I could use a good time and I could definitely do with meeting an awesome (and not creepy) guy like him. But, you know how dreams go...always better than reality (or worse if it's a nightmare). I'm going to be optimistic though. I can't wait, I absolutely can not wait. :)
I told myself I'd sleep more today, so I'm gonna try and do that here soon. Details (and maybe a pic or two) about how tomorrow (and the weekend in general) turns out will probably come in a few days. It just depends on how much (or how little) sleep I get before the weekend is officially over.
Songs to consider:
Kids In Love (Red Car Wire)
Revenge On The Radio (Danger Is My Middle Name)
Anyway, enough about work. I'm working hard on getting our new-to-us cat from hiding out all day under the bed. My mom's ex-husband (the one before my dad) had some sort of stroke or something and I guess he's being moved into a nursing home, so he couldn't keep his cat. Her name is Lucy and she's very loving, but super shy. I'm working on her.
I'm so excited about tomorrow. With Genny coming and me not working on a Friday night, it just has to be amazing. First, the baseball game, then the going out, it'll be awesome. I don't foresee a whole lot of sleeping going on. I sort of day-dreamed about it yesterday as I was falling asleep and I think it turned into a dream after that. It was pretty vivid and it would be great it something happened similar to the dream. I started thinking what I might wear (since it's hot, jeans are seriously debatable). Then I imagined me and the others (Aaron, Heather and Genny) at a bar. I was up ordering drinks when a cute guy comes up and asks if I mind if he squeezes in next to me to order drinks for his buddies too. I say sure and while we're waiting for the bartender, we start talking. His name was Will and he was British (I told you it was vivid). We got to talking and I told him who I was with and he told me about his friends (two guys and a girl (but not a pizza place), one guy and the girl were dating and the other guy had a girlfriend that wasn't there). Will was single. It was oddly similar to my situation, except it was three girls and one guy. I mentioned that Genny's boyfriend was in Iraq and he got all excited and said that my friends and I should join him and his friends at their table and we would have a drink in honor of Asher (the friend in Iraq).
So we all join up and have a good old time and when it was time to leave, Aaron invited the others over to his house for an after-party party and they all agreed. So we all went and hung out and Will (who is completely made up in my head...as he's just a dream) and I hit it off and start to talking more. We decide to go for a walk around Aaron's neighborhood and while I'm off talking to Heather about how I like him, Aaron gives Will a "talking-to" about being nice to me. I woke up and thought that was hilarious. So we go off on a walk and it gets a little fuzzy after that, but I think it ended with us kissing. There is some vague feeling that I dreamed about the morning after and how we all had breakfast or something, but I'm not sure anymore.
I love my dreams sometimes. How awesome would it be if even a little of that dream came true? I could use a good time and I could definitely do with meeting an awesome (and not creepy) guy like him. But, you know how dreams go...always better than reality (or worse if it's a nightmare). I'm going to be optimistic though. I can't wait, I absolutely can not wait. :)
I told myself I'd sleep more today, so I'm gonna try and do that here soon. Details (and maybe a pic or two) about how tomorrow (and the weekend in general) turns out will probably come in a few days. It just depends on how much (or how little) sleep I get before the weekend is officially over.
Songs to consider:
Kids In Love (Red Car Wire)
Revenge On The Radio (Danger Is My Middle Name)
22 June 2010
The darkness is disrupted by a whisper; softer than a breeze and oh so tender
I made a discovery today. Nothing terribly remarkable, but something that made me feel very odd. I pulled an old Toll House cookie tin from underneath my mother's bed earlier and popped it open to see if there was anything inside. There was. In a very cliche fashion, it was stuffed full of old letters my mom had received from various family members between mid-Spring and late fall of 1990. The ones from April to August were from my dad. The first was a note he left for my mom explaining that he had to leave and apologizing for doing so. I'm guessing he didn't tell anyone he was leaving from the sound of the note. I don't remember of course (I wasn't yet four), but I assume it was a pretty upsetting time for the family in general. The first actual letter was post-marked April 23rd from Bozeman, Montana. Looks like my dad went on an 80 hour bus trip through Colorado, Utah, Idaho and Montana before ending up in West Yellowstone. Not sure how he made it from there to Kansas City, but the next letters aren't until June and they are all pretty much the same: apologies, regret for leaving his family, promises to get his act together, hopes for being a family again, etc.
It makes me almost hate him a little less. Almost. Those sure are a lot of promises I don't ever remember being fulfilled. The series of letters from him goes into the middle of August when he talks about renting a house (the one I remember moving into when I was a kid) and that was that. Guess he got his way and we all moved up to KC from Oklahoma for good. The way he talks about never going back seems a little empty now that he's basically been forced to move there indefinitely.
The other letters are mostly from my grandmother (dad's mom) and my aunt (dad's sister). I just now remembered that my grandma would write us letters when we were kids (they seem so old-fashioned now). Most have to do with us settling in and going to school and church. My aunt wrote of wanting to move up to KC too. She lived in Texas for a few of the letters, but I guess moved back to my hometown for the months preceding her (with my uncle) ultimate move to KC. I remember them living with us while I was in kindergarten, but don't really remember the exact dates.
All the letters though, seem so depressing. Even though everyone expresses hope for things, the bottom line in all of the correspondence was a little...desolate. No one had money, work was hard to come by and ultimately, trying to live together as a family was probably more trouble than just coping with being alone. Not a whole lot of hope for wanting to start a family myself, but I have very distinct memories of knowing things would never stay bad, so it doesn't deter me too much.
Like I said, it was weird to read the letters, and I only wish I could read my mother's responses. I'm sure no one saved her letters like she saved theirs, but I guess my mom is a little bit sentimental and a little bit of a pack rat. My only hope is that she doesn't cling to those letters as examples of how empty words and promises can be. I hope she knows that things worked out for the best and the best isn't always what we want it to be. That's my hope there.
Songs to consider:
Goodbye Skyline (Danger Is My Middle Name)
It makes me almost hate him a little less. Almost. Those sure are a lot of promises I don't ever remember being fulfilled. The series of letters from him goes into the middle of August when he talks about renting a house (the one I remember moving into when I was a kid) and that was that. Guess he got his way and we all moved up to KC from Oklahoma for good. The way he talks about never going back seems a little empty now that he's basically been forced to move there indefinitely.
The other letters are mostly from my grandmother (dad's mom) and my aunt (dad's sister). I just now remembered that my grandma would write us letters when we were kids (they seem so old-fashioned now). Most have to do with us settling in and going to school and church. My aunt wrote of wanting to move up to KC too. She lived in Texas for a few of the letters, but I guess moved back to my hometown for the months preceding her (with my uncle) ultimate move to KC. I remember them living with us while I was in kindergarten, but don't really remember the exact dates.
All the letters though, seem so depressing. Even though everyone expresses hope for things, the bottom line in all of the correspondence was a little...desolate. No one had money, work was hard to come by and ultimately, trying to live together as a family was probably more trouble than just coping with being alone. Not a whole lot of hope for wanting to start a family myself, but I have very distinct memories of knowing things would never stay bad, so it doesn't deter me too much.
Like I said, it was weird to read the letters, and I only wish I could read my mother's responses. I'm sure no one saved her letters like she saved theirs, but I guess my mom is a little bit sentimental and a little bit of a pack rat. My only hope is that she doesn't cling to those letters as examples of how empty words and promises can be. I hope she knows that things worked out for the best and the best isn't always what we want it to be. That's my hope there.
Songs to consider:
Goodbye Skyline (Danger Is My Middle Name)
12 June 2010
I say "jump" and you start jumpin'
I've got two songs stuck in my head. Both got posted yesterday. I'm listening to one of them right now, sitting in the dark and listening to the rain storm outside. It's pretty relaxing, except the lyrics are a bit...sad. The song's called Letdown, and though I can't relate to the lyrics in their literal sense, there's probably a roundabout way I could have them apply to me. But I don't really care enough to try, as I'm not really wanting to be depressing right now. So it's all good!
Anyway, I am trying to think in small steps. Once, hopefully, Heather and I get our apartment approved, I can start planning my big move. No fun that it'll be in the middle of the summer, but I'm just so excited to be moving that it could snow ten feet and I would not be deterred. Maybe a little, but you get what I'm trying to say. So the small steps. This week, I just want to get through work, hang out with my sister and get to the 25th in one piece. My part time job is giving me a lot of hours that make me more than full time at the moment, but with the move, I'm not going to complain. Some extra money to buy food and cleaning supplies and all that jazz is just a good idea no matter who you are or how big your move is. So I work tonight, Sunday night, Monday night, Wednesday and Friday through Saturday again. So that'll be 40+ hours this week (I worked an extra 45 minutes this morning cause the girl coming in after me overslept) and 40+ hours next week. What I'd give for a two day break. :)
Despite this, I'm still going to take my sister to a water park and hopefully come home looking a little less pale. Though if it rains like it is right now, I might be doomed. There's always Thursday! I get paid next week and I plan on setting aside my pet deposit for my cat so I don't have to delay bringing her with me. Then there's another week of work before my friend/ex-(floormate/neighbor/resident/boss/underling) Genny comes to visit. I haven't seen her in ages and it'll be nice to hang out with a school friend that isn't Aaron (though I love hanging with him!). She's coming on the train, so I'm going to pick her up and I guess I get to play hostess 'til Aaron and Heather get off work. We're going to the Cards/Royals game that night and then out for some partying. I am beyond excited to get to go out and have a nice, normal night with friends. It's so weird working weekends 'cause your social life just goes right down the drain. Anyway, that's my horizon right now. It's the little things, as Genny told me this morning.
Oh, well. Back to my current song obsessions and maybe even some sleep before work again tonight. Toodles.
Songs to consider:
Underclass Hero (Sum 41)
What Do You Want From Me? (Forever The Sickest Kids)
Kids In Love (Red Car Wire)
Anyway, I am trying to think in small steps. Once, hopefully, Heather and I get our apartment approved, I can start planning my big move. No fun that it'll be in the middle of the summer, but I'm just so excited to be moving that it could snow ten feet and I would not be deterred. Maybe a little, but you get what I'm trying to say. So the small steps. This week, I just want to get through work, hang out with my sister and get to the 25th in one piece. My part time job is giving me a lot of hours that make me more than full time at the moment, but with the move, I'm not going to complain. Some extra money to buy food and cleaning supplies and all that jazz is just a good idea no matter who you are or how big your move is. So I work tonight, Sunday night, Monday night, Wednesday and Friday through Saturday again. So that'll be 40+ hours this week (I worked an extra 45 minutes this morning cause the girl coming in after me overslept) and 40+ hours next week. What I'd give for a two day break. :)
Despite this, I'm still going to take my sister to a water park and hopefully come home looking a little less pale. Though if it rains like it is right now, I might be doomed. There's always Thursday! I get paid next week and I plan on setting aside my pet deposit for my cat so I don't have to delay bringing her with me. Then there's another week of work before my friend/ex-(floormate/neighbor/resident/boss/underling) Genny comes to visit. I haven't seen her in ages and it'll be nice to hang out with a school friend that isn't Aaron (though I love hanging with him!). She's coming on the train, so I'm going to pick her up and I guess I get to play hostess 'til Aaron and Heather get off work. We're going to the Cards/Royals game that night and then out for some partying. I am beyond excited to get to go out and have a nice, normal night with friends. It's so weird working weekends 'cause your social life just goes right down the drain. Anyway, that's my horizon right now. It's the little things, as Genny told me this morning.
Oh, well. Back to my current song obsessions and maybe even some sleep before work again tonight. Toodles.
Songs to consider:
Underclass Hero (Sum 41)
What Do You Want From Me? (Forever The Sickest Kids)
Kids In Love (Red Car Wire)
11 June 2010
She sealed my fate with her conniving sugar kissin'
All about the new (to me) music these days. I've spent about $50 on music in the last week and a half and I'm still not satisfied. There's one particular album I still want, but I've got to get around to ordering it off of Amazon since it's an import. Silly Welsh boys being good at that emo-punk-pop thing I like so much. Anyway, all I've been doing aside from sleeping and working is listening to music. And I usually just listen to music while I work and sleep too.
I almost bought the Eclipse soundtrack too. The movies may be pretty terrible and full of clichés, but whoever they have running their music is pretty much amazing. I did get the Muse track though. I always liked Muse, so I like that they contribute to the soundtracks, especially since they receive heavy credit as inspiration for the author getting through the writing of the books. It's a bit ironic considering their name is Muse.
So...the music. In all, I think I made out pretty well, considering the money I spent. It feels good to buy legit music, but mostly I'm just too lazy to find a good site to get it from for free. I mostly stayed around the above mentioned emo-punk-pop genre, cause that's what I've been feeling lately, and I don't have a lot in that department that I haven't had and listened to for a few years now. New artists to my playlist include: Civil Twilight, Danger Is My Middle Name, Forever The Sickest Kids, Red Car Wire, A Rocket To The Moon, School Boy Humor, Stereo Skyline, This Providence and The 22-20s. Returning artists in new song form include: Death Cab For Cutie, Flyleaf, Muse, My American Heart, Secondhand Serenade, Sun 41 and Weezer.
It's not all a mixed up genre mash, but they aren't all so different that you wouldn't ever find them on a playlist together. I also picked up a song from the Bones soundtrack called Bring On The Wonder by Susan Enan and Sarah McLachlan. I just pretty much love all the music from Bones (kind of like I do from the Twilight movies) and I own a lot of it already.
There was one guilty pleasure song too. Ke$ha. Not gonna lie, when I'm driving down the highway and one of her songs comes on the radio, I generally blast it and sing at the top of my lungs while I try not to drive off the road during a mini car-driving dance routine. It's embarrassing, I know, but COME ON!!! You can't say her songs aren't fun. I didn't get Tik Tok as I've heard it about a million times, but I picked up her newest single Your Love Is My Drug. Just as fun, just as shallow and just as singable. I have right to love any music I want, so there.
There's other stuff besides music going on in my life too, but that's pretty much center stage right now. I took my sister out tonight and we got frozen custard (what's the difference between custard and ice cream?) and we went to the park for a while. I'm planning on taking her out to swim next week before she runs off to camp again. She already went to camp once already this summer and she's going again in July, so I've got to squeeze in some sisterly bonding time where I can. It's nice that she lives so close now and that she's old enough to just go hang out with me without her mom freaking out. It's still weird that I'm a big sister. I mean, I've been a big sister for half my life now, but I guess it didn't really hit me until I started taking her out and doing stuff with her. We've already hung out a handful of times in the last six weeks or so, which about equals how many times I've seen her since she was five. So yeah, good times.
Guess that's it for now. Still waiting to hear back about my apartment application that I put in on Monday. If I get the place, I'll be moving around July 6th. Keep your fingers crossed!
Songs to consider:
Talking Birds (Death Cab For Cutie)
Boys! Grab Your Guns (My American Heart)
Letdown (This Providence)
Your Love Is My Drug (Ke$ha)
Bring On The Wonder (Susan Enan feat. Sarah McLachlan)
I almost bought the Eclipse soundtrack too. The movies may be pretty terrible and full of clichés, but whoever they have running their music is pretty much amazing. I did get the Muse track though. I always liked Muse, so I like that they contribute to the soundtracks, especially since they receive heavy credit as inspiration for the author getting through the writing of the books. It's a bit ironic considering their name is Muse.
So...the music. In all, I think I made out pretty well, considering the money I spent. It feels good to buy legit music, but mostly I'm just too lazy to find a good site to get it from for free. I mostly stayed around the above mentioned emo-punk-pop genre, cause that's what I've been feeling lately, and I don't have a lot in that department that I haven't had and listened to for a few years now. New artists to my playlist include: Civil Twilight, Danger Is My Middle Name, Forever The Sickest Kids, Red Car Wire, A Rocket To The Moon, School Boy Humor, Stereo Skyline, This Providence and The 22-20s. Returning artists in new song form include: Death Cab For Cutie, Flyleaf, Muse, My American Heart, Secondhand Serenade, Sun 41 and Weezer.
It's not all a mixed up genre mash, but they aren't all so different that you wouldn't ever find them on a playlist together. I also picked up a song from the Bones soundtrack called Bring On The Wonder by Susan Enan and Sarah McLachlan. I just pretty much love all the music from Bones (kind of like I do from the Twilight movies) and I own a lot of it already.
There was one guilty pleasure song too. Ke$ha. Not gonna lie, when I'm driving down the highway and one of her songs comes on the radio, I generally blast it and sing at the top of my lungs while I try not to drive off the road during a mini car-driving dance routine. It's embarrassing, I know, but COME ON!!! You can't say her songs aren't fun. I didn't get Tik Tok as I've heard it about a million times, but I picked up her newest single Your Love Is My Drug. Just as fun, just as shallow and just as singable. I have right to love any music I want, so there.
There's other stuff besides music going on in my life too, but that's pretty much center stage right now. I took my sister out tonight and we got frozen custard (what's the difference between custard and ice cream?) and we went to the park for a while. I'm planning on taking her out to swim next week before she runs off to camp again. She already went to camp once already this summer and she's going again in July, so I've got to squeeze in some sisterly bonding time where I can. It's nice that she lives so close now and that she's old enough to just go hang out with me without her mom freaking out. It's still weird that I'm a big sister. I mean, I've been a big sister for half my life now, but I guess it didn't really hit me until I started taking her out and doing stuff with her. We've already hung out a handful of times in the last six weeks or so, which about equals how many times I've seen her since she was five. So yeah, good times.
Guess that's it for now. Still waiting to hear back about my apartment application that I put in on Monday. If I get the place, I'll be moving around July 6th. Keep your fingers crossed!
Songs to consider:
Talking Birds (Death Cab For Cutie)
Boys! Grab Your Guns (My American Heart)
Letdown (This Providence)
Your Love Is My Drug (Ke$ha)
Bring On The Wonder (Susan Enan feat. Sarah McLachlan)
08 June 2010
Requiescat in Pace Remy LeBeau
My mouse died today. I didn't know it would hit me so hard, but I can't really think of what to say or do. I just thought maybe writing it down would help me feel a little better about it. Her name was Remy (after Gambit from The X-Men) and she was the big sister of the bunch. She was always the biggest and the most skiddish, but she was also the calmest one once you got her in your hand. She was a nervous pooper and the biter of the bunch too, but that just made her that much more the big sister; cowardly, but stubborn too.
It hurts seeing a pet die. And even though I only had her in my life for five of six short months, she was just as important to me as all of my other pets. I loved her and I will miss her and mourn her and I hope very much that she was happy in the end. She was getting skinny and more docile, but I think that she was still happy to be with her sisters in the short time we all had together.
I buried her out front under the shade of a small tree between two flowering bushes. I know it's not much, but it was all I had to give her. She will be missed very much.
Remy LeBeau
January 14, 2010 - June 7, 2010
Beloved sister, pet, companion
It hurts seeing a pet die. And even though I only had her in my life for five of six short months, she was just as important to me as all of my other pets. I loved her and I will miss her and mourn her and I hope very much that she was happy in the end. She was getting skinny and more docile, but I think that she was still happy to be with her sisters in the short time we all had together.
I buried her out front under the shade of a small tree between two flowering bushes. I know it's not much, but it was all I had to give her. She will be missed very much.
January 14, 2010 - June 7, 2010
Beloved sister, pet, companion
04 June 2010
Long live me, cause I'll be fine without you
Does anyone remember that old kids show called The Elephant Show? I remember watching it when I was a really little kid and sometimes the song that plays at the end pops into my head. Like it did just now. I didn't know it was a Canadian kids show that ran from 1984-1988 though. It was on Nick, Jr. til like, 1994 or something, so that must be where I remember it from. I loved watching that show and I distinctly remember singing the ending song and doing all the hand motions along with it. Good times. I see kids shows now and think, where has the quality gone? I'm just going to have to track down the shows I watched for my kids or else they won't be watching much of anything at all on TV.
I'll have to find stuff like Clifford and Wishbone, Doug and The Rugrats, Pepper Ann, Recess, Care Bears, Smurfs, etc. I know some of these aren't exactly quality and educational by todays standards, but geez, have you seen some of the crap kids watch now? Maybe I won't even let my kids near a TV. Books and toys and good old-fashioned playing outside.
Speaking of The Smurfs, they're apparently making an animated/live-action movie here soon. I kinda want to see how that turns out. I'm think somewhere along the lines of Enchanted, only they stay cartoon-y looking? No clue. Anyway, guess there's really not much else to say about that...
In other strange news, I was at the light waiting to enter onto the highway (about an hour and a half ago) when I see a car make a turn onto Barry Road (where I was waiting). It took me a minute to realize that the car had just come from the entrance ramp that I was waiting to turn on to. I don't know how the hell they ended up coming off the ramp the wrong way or if they had been driving down the wrong side of the highway, but I sure am glad they got to exit before anyone tried to enter. I mean, I've accidentally gone down a one-way street the wrong way before, but sometimes those signs are a little nondescript and you can easily miss them if you are distracted. But, a highway? Seriously? You've got to either be REALLY distracted or just really stupid to end up all the way onto the wrong side of the highway.
Maybe I'm wrong though. Maybe they were on the ramp, something went wrong and they needed to turn around and get back off immediately. I don't see that being likely, but you never know. Sometimes people make weird decisions when they are stressed or under pressure. I know I do...
Anyway, I guess there's something else that's been kind of bothering me... Last night a co-worker called me three times while I didn't have my phone on me. It's a good thing too, cause I don't have his number and I would have answered and probably would have been guilted into working for him. And I would have kicked myself too. I mean, we all know the rules: If you are sick or otherwise unable to work on a scheduled night, you need to call at least two hours before your shift to let your supervisor know you won't make it in. This guy calls me at 9:45, again at 9:49 and finally at 9:53 before his 10 pm shift was going to start. One, that's not how you do it. Two, it's rude to call and assume someone can cover your shift that late in the night. I wasn't doing anything, but still, I hadn't showered or eaten and it takes about 15 minutes just to drive to work in the first place. Maybe had he called at 8 or before I would have considered, but definitely not at nearly 10 pm. And it just annoys me more cause it's a guy I don't like. And it's not like he's mean or anything, but have you ever just met someone who acted like they owned the world and wanted to make you inferior just because? Well that's this guy. The way he walks and talks and does anything makes you want to slap him silly. And he's also one of those people that always has to be right. Even if you correct him if he's wrong (which he is a good amount of the time), he still stubbornly stands by what he said, making him look like a complete idiot. Dumb.
I've taken this guy's shifts twice now, but he's asked at least a day in advance before. I honestly don't know why he wants a job if he constantly needs to miss work. Which leads me to another issue I have. The people I work with (this guy included) seem to think that their work schedules should revolve around their lives and not the other way around. I mean, when you have a 9-5 job, you don't normally schedule things every other day that will interfere and then expect other people to cover for you, a night job should be no different. Since I started working at the beginning of March, we have had only one person stay on that's been hired since I have. I got hired with two guys and we all still work there. Of the 12 or so people that worked there before me, four still work there now. There are two others that usually work days, but are working nights because we are so short-staffed and one other girl who was supposed to start working this week, but got hurt during her normal day shift and can't start work for a while now. I swear this job is cursed.
But that's even more reason to understand that you need to work when you are scheduled to work. Back to the douche that I don't like. He went to Rockfest a few weeks ago, then he worked the night after but asked if I would take his Monday shift cause he was still tired from the concert. So I took it and didn't care. The next shift I took of his was this last Monday. He said he had plans and would like the day off. So I said okay. That same night he said he didn't feel good and left after about an hour or so. He didn't show the night after, which prompted the boss to call and have someone else come it to cover his shift. Then I had his Monday shift. Then last night (Wednesday) he called looking to be covered again. That's four nights in one week where he couldn't make it to work. In my mind, that's completely unacceptable.
Since I started working, I have specifically requested two weekend nights off, plus the week I went on a cruise. One night I went to a Royals game, one was for my birthday. I even worked three straight nights right after I got home from my cruise even though I had a herniated disc. I worked for several weeks through excruciating pain and still managed to make it every day and on time. Some days I even had to work late. The only unexpected day I took off was when I woke up at 10:15 not feeling very good. I called in and my supervisor told me if I didn't come in I'd have to bring a doctor's note. So I went to the doc the next morning and he diagnosed me with an inflamed colon (which causes shooting pains in your stomach and above you hip). So I actually had a legitimate excuse for missing work and did not try to pawn my shift off on anyone else.
Okay...I've breathed a deeply and now I'm done with my rant. I'm gonna go back to reading a book or watching Charmed. Just think, if I had gone on my spur of the moment drive to Iowa, I wouldn't have written this whole long entry (which took me almost an hour). That being said, I'll shut it now and save your eyes for another day.
Songs to consider:
Sunshine (Kids In Glass Houses)
I'll have to find stuff like Clifford and Wishbone, Doug and The Rugrats, Pepper Ann, Recess, Care Bears, Smurfs, etc. I know some of these aren't exactly quality and educational by todays standards, but geez, have you seen some of the crap kids watch now? Maybe I won't even let my kids near a TV. Books and toys and good old-fashioned playing outside.
Speaking of The Smurfs, they're apparently making an animated/live-action movie here soon. I kinda want to see how that turns out. I'm think somewhere along the lines of Enchanted, only they stay cartoon-y looking? No clue. Anyway, guess there's really not much else to say about that...
In other strange news, I was at the light waiting to enter onto the highway (about an hour and a half ago) when I see a car make a turn onto Barry Road (where I was waiting). It took me a minute to realize that the car had just come from the entrance ramp that I was waiting to turn on to. I don't know how the hell they ended up coming off the ramp the wrong way or if they had been driving down the wrong side of the highway, but I sure am glad they got to exit before anyone tried to enter. I mean, I've accidentally gone down a one-way street the wrong way before, but sometimes those signs are a little nondescript and you can easily miss them if you are distracted. But, a highway? Seriously? You've got to either be REALLY distracted or just really stupid to end up all the way onto the wrong side of the highway.
Maybe I'm wrong though. Maybe they were on the ramp, something went wrong and they needed to turn around and get back off immediately. I don't see that being likely, but you never know. Sometimes people make weird decisions when they are stressed or under pressure. I know I do...
Anyway, I guess there's something else that's been kind of bothering me... Last night a co-worker called me three times while I didn't have my phone on me. It's a good thing too, cause I don't have his number and I would have answered and probably would have been guilted into working for him. And I would have kicked myself too. I mean, we all know the rules: If you are sick or otherwise unable to work on a scheduled night, you need to call at least two hours before your shift to let your supervisor know you won't make it in. This guy calls me at 9:45, again at 9:49 and finally at 9:53 before his 10 pm shift was going to start. One, that's not how you do it. Two, it's rude to call and assume someone can cover your shift that late in the night. I wasn't doing anything, but still, I hadn't showered or eaten and it takes about 15 minutes just to drive to work in the first place. Maybe had he called at 8 or before I would have considered, but definitely not at nearly 10 pm. And it just annoys me more cause it's a guy I don't like. And it's not like he's mean or anything, but have you ever just met someone who acted like they owned the world and wanted to make you inferior just because? Well that's this guy. The way he walks and talks and does anything makes you want to slap him silly. And he's also one of those people that always has to be right. Even if you correct him if he's wrong (which he is a good amount of the time), he still stubbornly stands by what he said, making him look like a complete idiot. Dumb.
I've taken this guy's shifts twice now, but he's asked at least a day in advance before. I honestly don't know why he wants a job if he constantly needs to miss work. Which leads me to another issue I have. The people I work with (this guy included) seem to think that their work schedules should revolve around their lives and not the other way around. I mean, when you have a 9-5 job, you don't normally schedule things every other day that will interfere and then expect other people to cover for you, a night job should be no different. Since I started working at the beginning of March, we have had only one person stay on that's been hired since I have. I got hired with two guys and we all still work there. Of the 12 or so people that worked there before me, four still work there now. There are two others that usually work days, but are working nights because we are so short-staffed and one other girl who was supposed to start working this week, but got hurt during her normal day shift and can't start work for a while now. I swear this job is cursed.
But that's even more reason to understand that you need to work when you are scheduled to work. Back to the douche that I don't like. He went to Rockfest a few weeks ago, then he worked the night after but asked if I would take his Monday shift cause he was still tired from the concert. So I took it and didn't care. The next shift I took of his was this last Monday. He said he had plans and would like the day off. So I said okay. That same night he said he didn't feel good and left after about an hour or so. He didn't show the night after, which prompted the boss to call and have someone else come it to cover his shift. Then I had his Monday shift. Then last night (Wednesday) he called looking to be covered again. That's four nights in one week where he couldn't make it to work. In my mind, that's completely unacceptable.
Since I started working, I have specifically requested two weekend nights off, plus the week I went on a cruise. One night I went to a Royals game, one was for my birthday. I even worked three straight nights right after I got home from my cruise even though I had a herniated disc. I worked for several weeks through excruciating pain and still managed to make it every day and on time. Some days I even had to work late. The only unexpected day I took off was when I woke up at 10:15 not feeling very good. I called in and my supervisor told me if I didn't come in I'd have to bring a doctor's note. So I went to the doc the next morning and he diagnosed me with an inflamed colon (which causes shooting pains in your stomach and above you hip). So I actually had a legitimate excuse for missing work and did not try to pawn my shift off on anyone else.
Okay...I've breathed a deeply and now I'm done with my rant. I'm gonna go back to reading a book or watching Charmed. Just think, if I had gone on my spur of the moment drive to Iowa, I wouldn't have written this whole long entry (which took me almost an hour). That being said, I'll shut it now and save your eyes for another day.
Songs to consider:
Sunshine (Kids In Glass Houses)
01 June 2010
You're no mystery to me
Talk about luck. Yesterday, while everyone else was out enjoying bbq or beer or, you know...fighting the good fight, I decided I needed new shoes for work. I have a ton of shoes in a wide variety, but none of them seem to keep my feet from feeling like they will fall off after walking around for eight hours. So I departed for my trip in my usual manner: music up, windows down. I was driving up to an outdoor mall area we have up here called Zona Rosa. I figured I'd look at Dick's Sporting Goods for a good pair of walking shoes. So I get about halfway there and I'm at a big split in the highway where one half goes off to Kansas and the other continues north toward the KC airport. The speed limit is 55 but I'll be the first to admit, almost no one ever goes 55 right there. Ever. So I round the corner and sure enough, there is a cop, standing with his door open, radar gun in hand. I watch him as I drive by and he just follows me with both his gaze and his gun. Then he turns around and hops into his car. At this point I was thinking, crap! So I look for the nearest exit, which luckily was literally a few hundred yards ahead, cut across two lanes and exited, all the while watching the cop merge into traffic in my rearview. I didn't bother to wait and see if he got off the highway too, I just booked it down the nearest side street and cruised around with the intention of getting lost for a few minutes.
My heart was beating about a million miles a minute, but after a few dead ends and circles, I got back on the side road being VERY cautious to see if the cop was still stalking around too. No sign of him, so I took the side road all the way up to where I was headed in the first place. Man, am I thanking my lucky stars for that. I know I could have bragging rights for out maneuvering a cop, but really, I'm just glad circumstance was on my side this time.
Anyway, I ended up searching three shoe stores, plus browsing through several more before I ended up with a new pair of shoes. In one of the dressing rooms I was in, there was a wallet laying on the floor. I checked it for ID, but the closest it had were a bunch of business cards for some photographer. It had cash and a bunch of store rewards cards too. I'm thinking it was some kids wallet. I mean, what adult walks around with no ID? Anyway, I returned it and it immediately made me feel like my karma was in balance once more. I escape a ticket and return someone else's lost property; seems like a good trade-off to me.
All in all it worked out well. I got my shoes, I am still ticket free and I ended up getting a little Memorial Day bbq after all (with a quick visit to Aaron and Heather's of course). And now that I've worked the last four nights in a row, driven nearly seven hours roundtrip between two shifts to visit Jacob and gotten new shoes at last, it is time for a relaxing weekend. Well, it's the weekend for me anyway! I'm almost done with season three of Charmed, so that'll be my main activity for the rest of this week until the next bbq I'm going to on Friday, then work all over again.
In slightly odd, but more fun news: It's June! And my cat Patches is busying herself with pouncing on an ear plug. I love my cat.
Songs to consider:
Miss California (Jack's Mannequin)
My heart was beating about a million miles a minute, but after a few dead ends and circles, I got back on the side road being VERY cautious to see if the cop was still stalking around too. No sign of him, so I took the side road all the way up to where I was headed in the first place. Man, am I thanking my lucky stars for that. I know I could have bragging rights for out maneuvering a cop, but really, I'm just glad circumstance was on my side this time.
Anyway, I ended up searching three shoe stores, plus browsing through several more before I ended up with a new pair of shoes. In one of the dressing rooms I was in, there was a wallet laying on the floor. I checked it for ID, but the closest it had were a bunch of business cards for some photographer. It had cash and a bunch of store rewards cards too. I'm thinking it was some kids wallet. I mean, what adult walks around with no ID? Anyway, I returned it and it immediately made me feel like my karma was in balance once more. I escape a ticket and return someone else's lost property; seems like a good trade-off to me.
All in all it worked out well. I got my shoes, I am still ticket free and I ended up getting a little Memorial Day bbq after all (with a quick visit to Aaron and Heather's of course). And now that I've worked the last four nights in a row, driven nearly seven hours roundtrip between two shifts to visit Jacob and gotten new shoes at last, it is time for a relaxing weekend. Well, it's the weekend for me anyway! I'm almost done with season three of Charmed, so that'll be my main activity for the rest of this week until the next bbq I'm going to on Friday, then work all over again.
In slightly odd, but more fun news: It's June! And my cat Patches is busying herself with pouncing on an ear plug. I love my cat.
Songs to consider:
Miss California (Jack's Mannequin)
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