Yes, that's right. I won't be back on this blog until next Thursday. Not that anybody will really miss anything other than my insane drivel.
The downside: I have an incredible headache this morning. I mean, my head is totally pounding and screaming. Probably because of the crappy weather the past couple days - my sinuses are toast. Which isn't good because I'm going to a place where the weather is more than likely going to be crappy the whole time. I guess I better pack a whole bunch of Advil Cold and Sinus and just deal with it.
And the vacation doesn't come a moment too soon. We have a new assistant starting in the office on Monday. Which totally bites since I'm not going to be here - which means it's open season for my co-worker to train her exactly the way she wants her to be trained. And, normally that's not a bad thing but my co-worker has some extremely annoyingly bad habits I would rather she didn't infest into the new person.
The biggie being the way that service tasks are handled. We have three people in the office right now with a fourth on Monday. We have this handy dandy system for entering our "calls", or tasks if you will, that everybody has access to and can share the data. But, my co-worker doesn't like to use it because she claims she just can't type fast enough. What she does is this - when somebody calls saying, for example, they just bought a new car and wants to put coverage on it my co-worker has this little spiral notebook that she writes it into. Then when she does the task she checks it off as done. Which is all fine and good because she knows exactly what's in that book. But, flash to 3 months from now when this client calls in and says, "I told you to replace my 1989 Hoopdeville with a 2006 Cadillac but the Hoopdeville is still on my policy." In order to find out who did the work and when you could just bring up the clients record, look at the calls, see the details, and be done with it - provided you entered the task into a call. But, since my co-worker refuses to work that way, you have to go to her spiral book, figure out when the person might have called, page through the book, hope to decipher the handwriting, and figure out what happened. Not exactly as efficient.
So, yesterday when my co-worker was talking to the new hire, she explained how we do calls and tasks. And told her, "You can either write it in a book like this (holds up her spiral notebook) or you can enter it into a call into the system. But, I think this is better (holds up her spiral notebook) because I can't type that fast into the system. Sometimes I'll remember to enter it into a call/task, sometimes I don't. What you want to do is up to you." Now, time out here. We'll have four people now. Three of which will now be still entering this stuff into an archaic book instead of doing it the modern way of entering it into the system. I say three because I always enter my shit into the system.
You get where I'm going with this now, don't you? By the time I get in on Thursday she will have influenced this new person into doing things "her" way thus negating all of the hard work I went into to develop a modern system that saves both time and resources and my sanity!
And now I'll be thinking about this all during my vacation. I wish he could have waited to start her until after I get back.
Fuckers.
Anyway, I fully intend to rid myself of these thoughts once I leave the building today and am well on my way to having fun in Texas.
Hope everybody has a nice weekend!
On a side note: I think I'm going completely insane. This morning I told Dennis that I really didn't want to go because I'm going to miss him horribly. And I really nuts for this? It's only five days but I feel like I'm leaving forever...
All day yesterday I kept thinking it was Thursday. So, to me, today is really a repeat of yesterday. Unfortunately, it also means that this week is dragging by so much slower because of that. But, mostly, I think this week is dragging by because:
2 Days Until Vacation!
I know, by yesterdays countdown it really should be three days. But, since yesterday and today is Thursday I cut it by a day. Actually, I counted the day I'm leaving as a day but I decided to shave that day off because I like the sound of 2 days versus 3. I know, how anal can you get?
I woke up this morning to an extremely loud thunderstorm. The windows were rattling, the dog was going insane. Good times! I got in the shower and the power was flickering on and off while I was in there and each time I was plunged into darkness as I prayed that it wouldn't stay off and I would be stuck with shampoo in my hair and no way to rinse it out. Obviously, since we're on city water, that wouldn't happen but my memories of living in our old house 6 years ago flashed through my brain due to the fact we were on a well and septic system instead. With a well system, if the power goes out the water goes out since the well pump won't work without power.
After I got out of the shower the power was still going on and off and I decided to not fight the rain, the humidity, and the power and decided to let my hair go and not blow dry it. So, I look like a fucking french poodle right now since I actually have very curly hair (yea, hard to tell isn't it?). And now, sitting at work, the sun is shining. Figures.
So, I get through the work day today and tomorrow then I'm outta here until Thursday. So, blog bitches, you'll have to get your daily dose of stupidity someplace else!
I really don't have much to say today. Except that last night I got my glasses back from the UPS store. And, of course, there's the countdown:
4 Days Until Vacation!
Well, actually three. Because my vacation starts on the 4th day! At 7:50 am! Yes, that's the time my flight leaves on Saturday morning. Can you believe that shit? I would have booked a much later flight but my sister already booked hers and I wanted to be on the same flight. So, I'll be getting up at 4:00 am or earlier so I can leave by 5:00 am to get to the airport. Sheesh. This is so going to suck! Oh well. It's vacation. I'll take it!
Dennis got me a suitcase from the basement. Well, actually two suitcases. One small and one really big one. Of course, I'm only going to be gone about five days but I have to take my entire wardrobe. And I'll need the small suitcase just for my shoes! Oh, and I'll need to find room for all my other bullshit - hair dryer, products, makeup, etc. I'm not one for packing light. I take everything because you never know! I'll get there and be thinking - shit! I should have brought those black and pink peep toed platform shoes. I don't see how some people can go away for five days and only pack one teeny tiny suitcase. How do the do it? Only take one pair of underwear and one pair of shoes?
Anyway, the boss is out this morning which means it's nice and peaceful right now. So, I'm going to take advantage of it and get some personal business - translated: paying some of my bills online so I don't have to do it from my sister's house.
It all started after I got home from work. As soon as I let the dog out, put my stuff down, went to the bathroom, then let my dog in (yea, I know - that's all really too much information) I went to the UPS store to send out my camera for repairs. Update: they finally got me the shipping label yesterday and they will fix it no charge - provided that the problem is with the CCD and not due to anything else. Of course, knowing my luck, they'll have the same ethic as a car repair shop and they'll, no doubt, tell me it's due to my own negligence. But, I have hopes.
Anyway, I go to the UPS store and give them the shipping label and my camera and tell them I need them to box it up for me as well. At a cost of $11 dollars. Oh well. If that's all it costs me to get my $630 dollar camera working again, it's well worth it. Of course, the UPS label is Ground so they won't even have it until Friday. Which translates to me not having a camera on vacation. But, it means that I should have it back before my niece's wedding on August 18th. So, after we get everything done at the UPS store I go to look for my keys and I can't find them. I emptied out my bag, nothing. I empty out my purse and I finally find them and I go home, all happy that's finally done and I don't have to go anywhere else except home.
One thing I did need to do last night was a work related project. One that only entails about 15 minutes of work, no big deal. I made dinner (a frozen pizza, if you can call that dinner - hey, I was bloated and crampy - it's about all I had the energy for). At about 8:00 I go to do my work related work and can't find my fucking glasses anywhere. I'm a betting person, so my bet is that they are sitting on the counter at the UPS store. And double or nothing when I call them today they tell me that they are nowhere to be found. But, I'm fucked. I can't do my work without my glasses. I have to read the small print on the instructions. Fuck. So, I get Dennis to drive me to Walgreens to get a pair of those cheap cheater glasses. At this point I don't have much of a choice since I have to see and I need glasses to take to Dallas with me.
5 Days Until Vacation!
And that's it. Incredible story, no? Just proves one thing - I'm just a dumbass at heart.
Yes, another Monday. And this one, like all the ones before it, totally sucks ass.
However, next Monday will not suck so much ass because I'll be on vacation! Yes, that's right, there's only
6 Days Until Vacation!
So, as some of you are aware and some of you are not, my digital camera is toast. When you look through the viewfinder the screen resembles the same affect as if you were to smear vaseline all over the lens. Vertical lines of mush. I almost gave up on it and started looking around for a new camera this weekend until I realized what I wanted was going to cost me, bare minimum, $599 dollars. And, well, honestly I would rather not spend that much money on a camera - just yet.
I talked to the good ole boys at Wolf Camera about my problem and they insisted it was due to the battery. They tell me that the batteries, after time, wear out and don't produce enough power to actually power the CCD in the camera properly. I ask them how much a new battery is and they tell me $50 bucks. I would rather not spend $50 bucks if it doesn't solve the problem. But, last night, we went to Walmart and they had one for $25 bucks so I bought it. And, not surprisingly, the problem still occurs.
At this point I decide to go to Sony's website to see what they have to say about it:
And my camera screen looks exactly like the one on their example there. So, I'm trying now to call Sony to find out how long it's going to take for me to get my camera back after I send it to them. One thing is for sure, I won't have it for my vacation, which really sucks!
I'll be back in a few minutes after I talk to Sony and I'll let you know how it goes...
Only one more week and I'll be on vacation! I'm counting down just like I did last year so here it is:
9 Days Until Vacation
That's counting today and the day I actually fly out. And, my sister, in her infinite wisdom, decided to book a flight that departs at 7:50am. Which means I'll have to leave at around 5:00am or so to get there on time. Fuck that two hours early shit. I'm not leaving my house at 4:00am. I figure, tho, that it's on a Saturday so traffic shouldn't be that bad. I mean, without traffic I'm figuring it'll take at least an hour and 15 minutes to get from Antioch to O'Hare airport. So, if we leave at 5:00 I figure I'll be there by around 6:30. Which is still almost an hour and a half before departure. Which, is good enough for me. What do you think?
Okay, I witnessed something last night that just made me so sad. I went after dinner to go pickup my Synthroid prescription from Walgreens. Well, Antioch is having their sidewalk sales / carnival so there was quite a bit of traffic and people. Smack dab in the middle of downtown Antioch traffic was backed up a little bit so I was at a standstill in front of Las Vegas Restaurant. There was an old couple that stepped out of the Chinese restaurant with their dinner safely tucked into a plastic bag looped in the arm of the old woman. My guess, she was probably in her 70's. So the cars were stopped to let them walk across the street. About halfway across the street the poor woman trips over her own feet and *splat* lands right on her face, her Chinese dinner scattering all over the road. Now, I'm looking right at her when this happens, like it's in slow motion or something. She's laying on the street, not moving for a few minutes, people were scattering to try to offer some kind of help. Meanwhile, I'm sitting in my car saying, "Oh my God!" and just kind of shocked. Her husband finally helps her up and she hobbled off, her face all bloody. I just hope she was okay. I felt so bad for her and she looked so embarrassed, poor thing.
Anyway, I better get to work. The boss is in early and has an appointment in a few hours that he needs some things for. I hope everybody has a nice weekend!
I really wanted to hurt a certain woman this morning. Which is why it's good that they don't allow me to carry a weapon of any kind.
The train this morning was pretty full. Which is pretty rare. So, this woman gets on the train and elects to sit in the same seat as me. Each seat can hold two people, but, normally, there's enough seats that everybody can have one to themselves. Today was not that day.
The first thing I notice about this woman is she's wearing this god awful, ugly, huge, annoying bracelet that has all the clanky charms and bells. Bells! Yes, I said bells! I mean, seriously, what is she a fucking cat? Anyway, she decided to do her nails right there. And the shit smelled so strong I have no idea what it was made out of. My guess, some low grade acid. And the whole time she's painting her nails (on the train, no less, with it bouncing up and down) her fucking bracelet made for cats ringing and clanking. Christ! So, she finally finishes this and decided now would be a good time to apply some perfume she had tucked into her little purse. And, as she's spraying it all over her body she managed to flank me as well. And this shit smelled of pure gasoline.
And I start hacking. I'm wheezing and coughing up a storm and this bitch has the nerve to look at me in disgust and say:
You know, that cough sounds really nasty. You really should see a doctor.
Yes, you read that right. She says this. I told the bitch:
No, I just need to punch somebody who's idea of fun is doing their nails and applying perfume while sitting next to somebody who's allergic to your dime store trash polish and perfume.
Okay, I really had a lot of other things that I could have said, like:
Fuck you bitch. Get your fucking perfume, nail polish, and 20 pound bracelet out of my fucking seat!
But, I showed some restraint. Luckily, my stop was next so I only had to sit next to her for a few more minutes then I was outside in sweet relief. And I can still smell that shitty crappy cheap dime store perfume still.
Actually, for some reason, yesterday I could get into my blog without the annoying "site banned" message that I got the day before. Very strange. Oh well, we'll see what happens with that.
Well, I have nothing to say today. I know, quite shocking! Other than my boss isn't in yet. Which means I'll get a little bit of peace this morning.
I fell asleep watching TV at 8:30 last night. I know, I'm so fucking lame. But, on a positive note, I only have the rest of this week, all next week, then, finally, vacation! I'm so ready.
I guess the only thing I have to talk about today is America's Got Talent. What a waste of TV space this show is. I mean, come on! Boy Shakira? The Bollywood Dancer? What the fuck? I would have to say that America Doesn't Got Talent if that's what they decide to put on their show. I think I'll have to pass up this drivel in the future.
Summer TV sucks major ass! But, there IS Rescue Me tonight. So there's at least something to put me to sleep tonight.
I'm not sure how much longer I'll be able to provide my stupid little blog anymore. The powers that be decided that we shouldn't have access to such a site. And here's what's really strange about it:
Yesterday, after I posted my blog here, I couldn't actually view it. When I tried it came back and said something to the effect that it's deemed and unwholesome, wicked, nasty environment and no employee of my company would ever dream of visiting such a nasty, horrible blog. That's not verbatim, but it's pretty close. Now, this morning it'll let me post and I still can't actually view my blog. So, let me get this straight, just so I'm understanding the logic behind this - it's perfectly fine to actually post to a blog as long as you don't read any blogs? That makes no sense. But, then again, I'm not particularly shocked by this revelation.
So, I'm sure as soon as they figure out their little blunder they'll, no doubt, cut off so I can't post to it as well. I don't know what day that will be, but I do know that once they do it's going to be very difficult for me to post here anymore. But, I always do manage to find a way to get around silly stuff like this. Let's just hope that this time proves no different. Or, maybe that's a good thing because then you won't be so inclined to come here and actually read my ranting bullshit.
Okay, on to more important stuff. Age of Love. Anybody watch this crap besides me? I swear, it's the dumbest shit on TV but it's like a train wreck. I can't help but watch. And, finally, thank God, they got rid of the whiner crybaby Mary. She so reminds me of some of the whiny ass posters on the Weight Watchers boards. And the previews for next week look pretty funny. Somebody does something that the stud bachelor Mark just doesn't find appropriate and says that's the dealbreaker. I'm willing to bet that one of them tries to grab his wanky and this completely upsets him because he's so obviously gay. Anybody? Yea, it's a stretch and I'm sure I'm completely wrong, but, if I wrote this show - that's what would happen. Which is probably why I don't work for a TV station.
Anyway, I best get to work. Boss is here before me again today. I think he's due for another vacation. Hey, one can hope right?
Happy Monday? The only people I know who are having a happy Monday are people who are off work today.
Anyway, I hope everybody had a nice weekend. Ours was pretty laid back. Sort of. Friday night, we went out to dinner to what is becoming one of my favorite places, The Colony House (in Trevor, Wisconsin). We made reservations, which, obviously, was a good idea since they were packed. We didn't get my favorite waitress, however. We weren't seated in her section. The one we got? Not so good. It took forever for her to take our order, and even longer to get our drinks. Once we got our drinks I was so freakin' hungry that I ate a bunch of crackers and bread. Finally, after waiting about an hour, our food finally arrived. It was good - I got a barbecued chicken breast with some wild rice and Dennis got the crab stuffed flounder with hollandaise sause. Can we say not point friendly? Mine wasn't bad, but Dennis - his had to be about a zillion points.
On Saturday I went with Kim (cleo'smama) to the tattoo joint and got a feel for the place. The place is cool, but all of the artists are independently contracted so they set their own prices. I did pick one out that I liked (still not sure if that's what I really want, tho) that was pretty simple. It was just a purple star with squiggly lines and some smaller stars around it. Not much detail at all, but the dude quoted me a price of $350 dollars! I'm like, no, I don't think so! I didn't love it $340 bucks worth. But, Kim and Ron usually deal with another guy there that wasn't in when we were there but they were going back later to talk to him. She was going to ask him how much he would charge for that tattoo, so we'll see.
After I dropped Kim off from the tattoo place I went home, let the dog out, ate a quick lunch, and went over to Bethany's shop (the Rav in Fox Lake) to check out some sunglasses. I bought a pair that I knew Dennis would hate. He doesn't like the big sunglasses that you find everywhere now, and especially with my small face I can't seem to find a pair that fit anyway. But, I did get a pair of cute Channel knockoffs that I like. Of course, Dennis DID make fun of me when he saw them. But, if any of you know Dennis, he pretty much makes fun of everything so that should come as no big surprise.
We wound up going out to dinner again Saturday after discovering that out dishwasher is on the fritz. A dishwasher that was brand new when we moved in six months ago. And it's a Whirlpool so you would think that it would last longer than that, but, surprisingly, no. And I didn't feel like cooking then doing dishes by hand (yea, I know - wah).
Sunday, I grocery shopped and that was it. Stayed in, which sucked because it was so pretty out but I really didn't want to waste money or gas going anywhere.
So, there's by extremely boring blow by blow of the weekend. I'm sure you're so happy you just read all that inane bullshit.
So, here's to this week and next week going by as fast as possible! Vacation on the 28th - here I come! I'm ready!
You know, I don't like to complain. Let me rephrase that. You know, I never complain. Okay, that's not right - one more time. You know, I complain all the time, and today isn't going to be any different. There. That's it.
Anyway, as you can see from this photo:
That there are steps leading down from the train station. As you can also see from this photo, there is a brick wall on either side of the steps. And, one can conclude from this photo that the only way to get to the street below is to travel down said steps. Also, as you can see from this photo, the big wall of water that is running vertically by the steps. I'm sure you've already figured out what my bitch of this whole thing is. Yes, you are correct. In order to use the steps you have to dodge the wall of water coming from the sprinklers right at the right time and hope that you don't get soaked in the process. I, however, am not that skilled. I got wet going down the steps and once I reached the street below there were, ohmygod, cars traveling down it so I had to stop and wait for traffic. Thus making my entire back soaked from this fucking wall of water from the sprinkler.
Seriously, why can't they wait unil the trains aren't running (there's a two hour gap between trains) so that the patrons can safely and dryly travel down their fucking steps? Oh, I guess that would be way too easy for us, now wouldn't it? Assholes.
Anyway, it's Friday. Friday the 13th. As in the horrible horror movie that came out around 1980 or so. Which will probably be running non-stop tonight on the Monster Channel. That, and about 30 of the sequels that were produced over the past 26 years.
Anyway, I hope that everybody has a great weekend.
Ozone disappearing in the sky Bud man asking us why ask why If I could find my magazine this bug would die I complain China boy standing up to a tank Southern boy living in the house of yanks If I can't seem to get my motorbike to crank I complain Complain so much easier Small kid begging for a crumb of bread Next kid bloated lying nearly dead I wonder what to take for my aching head I complain Lots of people crying for a little rain Whole nation learning how to live with pain I don't know how I'm gonna clean this little stain I complain Complain so much easier Black man singing mississippi blues Africa starves a little baby drools I'm trying to figure out all the basketball rules I complain Mr. Rush Limbaugh giving me the facts Treetops falling and the newsman yaks I'm thinking about Clinton and how I'm gonna be taxed Hey Complain so much easier
Hope everybody is having a good day. Only two more this week then it's the weekend again! I love weekends. But, then again, most people do. Unless, of course, you have to work on a weekend then it sucks major ass.
I went out shopping for a while last night. I primary went for shorts and tops for my upcoming trip to Dallas, but much to my dismay so many stores are already starting to focus on fall. I mean, come on! It's July! Oh well. I did find a pair of really cute long cargo type camouflage pants/shorts/whatever they are that were really cute at Old Navy.
So I bought them and a couple shelf bra cami tops. I figure I can never have too many of those! Then I decided since I couldn't find what I set out to find (shorts and tops) I decided to shift my focus on what else? SHOES! And, as all women know, you can never have too many pairs of shoes! I decided to go to Famous Footware, since it was right by the Old Navy. Nope. They had nothing at all that I found interesting enough to even try on. But, to my dismay, Gurnee Mills Mall was right around the corner so I thought - what the fuck? I'll stop in there and see about shoes.
And, lo and behold, I go into Bakers and they are having a sale! And everything that was already on sale had an additional 25% off for yesterday only (as if. it's probably been going on and will continue to go on for a month)! So, I spent $50 bucks on two pairs of shoes! Which, by my book, is a deal because the last shoes I bought were $100 bucks for the one pair of shoes (in which Kim - Cleosmama was with me when I bought them - and she's a bad influence by the way!)
So I bought these - Normally $69 bucks, on sale for $49 and with 25% off they were $37 bucks! I figure they will come in handy and look good with my bathing suit. And look good with other things too.
And I bought these - only not in black but brown. They were $15 bucks then 25% off that. I'm wearing these today with my brown cargo pants.
Ahhhh....I love shoes! I need more shoes! But, unfortunately, I really should limit my baggage on the plane to one bag. Well, maybe two. I'll need an extra bag for all my other stuff - like a blow dryer, curling iron, straightening iron, shampoo, conditioner, mousse, hair spray, pomade, make up, etc. Shit. I'm only going for 5 days and I'll probably pack like I'm going for a month. Hey, you never know what we'll do on vacation so I won't know what I'll want to wear!
Yea, I know. That's really shocking, coming from me. It's usually, "Fuck, it's only Wednesday?" but today, I'm shocked that it's already Wednesday.
It seems like this week is going really fast. Maybe it's because the boss is out and the days aren't so hectic. Or maybe it's just that last week was so fucking long any other week pales in comparison. I'm not sure which. All I know is that I'm still recovering from last week. And last weekend. I feel pretty bloated and fat after everything that I ate and drank over the past week that it's pretty nice to get back into my regular eating and drinking schedule.
I don't have much to add to that today. I think my mind is in recovery mode too. Although, I will add this - and you'll be as shocked to hear this as you are to my Wednesday Already comment. My hair looks awesome today! No frizz, no big dry waves. Yes, it's true. I'm actually being positive today, for once. I'm sure it won't last so I won't even pretend that I'm going to remain positive from this point on. I'm going to tell you this, as if you care (and if you don't then fuck you - why are you even reading this shit?) but I went out and spent about fifty bucks on hair products last night. At Walgreen's! I figured it would be hard to spend fifty bucks on hair products as Walgreen's but, to my surprise, it wasn't so hard after all. Let's see - what did I get?
First, I got some of this slimy greasy shit to put in my hair before I dry it. Yes, I thought this is a bad idea. Now, instead of it being dry, it's going to look like I washed it in Crisco. But, to my surprise, after applying this oily shit I can't remember the name of (I'll fill you in tomorrow - like you'll care anymore then than you do now) my hair actually looked really good after it was dried. No fly away or dried out looking frizzy crap anymore. And I also put on some other shit after the oily shit - some spray on mousse by Big Sexy Hair - before I dried it. Then, after it was dried and styled, I put more shit in it called Samy Fat Hair Thickening Pomade (not palmaid, as was referred to me yesterday) that isn't nearly as slimy as the other pomade shit I had been using. Then, I capped it off with some Big Sexy Hair firm volumizing hairspray. You know, that's a lot of shit to put on my hair. I just hope all this shit doesn't wind up coating my hair so bad it never comes of and destroys the color. Oh well, I guess I'll just have to see with time.
Anyway, now that I've completely bored you with all sorts of useless information about my fucking hair that I've completely bored you with for weeks now I'll leave you with this: make sure you wash your fucking hands after applying all this shit and getting dressed. I had to change my top because my stupid ass put my shirt on after using all this shit and got all over my original shirt. Yea, I know. I'm an idiot.
Again, no title? I can't get my cursor up in the title bar to name my fucking post. How aggravating is that? (edited: I had to actually click on the part that says Title and not the actual box you type in. How stupid is THAT?)
Almost as aggravating as this - why is it that when I left my house this morning my hair looked completely awesome. Straight, no frizz, no big curls. But, as soon as I walk in the office it starts to frizz up and curl down? What the fuck is UP with that? Oh well. I'm bored with the subject of my stupid hair so I'm going to just shut up about it now.
Okay, so I'll readily admit that I've been watching that stupid fucking Age of Love show. Where the stud Australian tennis star has to pick a chick either from the 20 year old group or the 40 year old group? I don't think he cares - as long as they aren't blonde! It's just so stupid to see them all fighting over this one guy. And acting like fools in the process. I mean, come on! These women have spent, like, a total of 10 minutes alone with this guy and they're going all on and on about how they have feelings for him? If I was that guy I would be running away - far away. You can't develop deep feelings for somebody in 10 minutes. You might think you do - but you don't really know them or even know if you're compatible. Shit. Trying living with a man for 10 years. Then you'll know what I'm talking about!
Anyway, I have more picture from Sunday to post here - thanks to Cindy emailing them to me (and, by the way, where are the rest of them people???)
I have no idea why I can't put a title on this post, but I'm not about to spend my whole morning trying to figure it out.
Day one without smokes. So far, so good. But, we'll see how I feel about that tomorrow! I have a feeling that there will be lots of snacking going on, but I will try to keep that at a minimum.
Alright, this weekend. Busy busy busy. Went out to dinner on Friday to a place on the Fox River called Vickies that has the absolute best grilled sub on garlic bread that you can stand. Seriously, I want to marry this sandwich. So I can have it every single day.
Saturday, we went to a party in Lake Geneva, Wisconsin. Now that was a fun party. I didn't drink a whole lot - especially towards the middle to the end since I was the one driving. They had a little "stage" setup and the party consisted mostly of musicians so it was cool that everybody went up and played, sang, whatever the fuck it is that they do. Dennis and his bandmates Jimmy and Guy got up and did some of their songs acoustically - without ever attempting the songs acoustically before. They sounded really fucking good too - if I might say so myself. Of course, I'm seriously biased so I don't know if my opinion means shit but I heard others saying it too. So, that could mean that either a) they are genuine and really thought it was good too, or b) they're assholes who say that to everybody. Take your pick.
Bethany got up and sang and, of course, sang her ass off (no big surprise there). And Mike and Laura Stone showed up - which is cool. Although, once everybody discovered that he is a guitarist for Queensryche they wouldn't leave him alone. But, I guess if you're going to be in a band like that you better get used to that pretty quick.
And, of course, yesterday was the Northern Illinois Newbie Board get together. Well, there was how many of us? Six? Five? I don't fucking remember. Or, the hochips - or was it chipaho's? I don't remember that either. But, that could be due to all the fucking margaritas I downed while I was there. Let's see - two before lunch and then Donna and I shared a pitcher of them with lunch. No wonder I don't remember much after that! Actually, I remember more than I let on - I just don't want to admit it! But, once the rest of the pictures come out there will be no denying it. Fucking cameras. They don't lie. No, wait, what I really wanted to say is that they do lie - yea, that's it. Any pictures that you see that aren't published by me personally are all photoshopped people! I did NOT get under the table (to fix it - it was wobbly and driving me insane) and pretended to lick the leg. It didn't happen. So, if you see a picture of that it was photoshopped for sure. Okay? Good. Speaking of which, where are the pictures people? I know that
So, last night I got home from the newbie get together around 5:30 and immediately sank my ass down in the couch and fell asleep. I think the heat of the day combined with margaritas just did me in. I woke up around 8:00 then couldn't get to sleep until after midnight.
Donna, me, Laura, Cindy, Kim & Melissa - Okay, this answers the question - there are six
I hope I got the names right. If I'm wrong, please let me know.
Me & Kim. We're dorks!!
Okay, I hate this picture. I have no idea what that stupid expression on my face is all about.
Anyway, it was a really great weekend and I really wish I had about five more days of off time! But, that's coming up with my trip to Dallas at the end of the month.
Finally, Friday. It's been a strange week. Work two days, one day off, work two days? Silliness.
I'm all alone in the office all day today. And it's fucking quiet as hell! I love it! Although, it's probably going to get very very boring. But, then again, maybe not. Everybody will be calling wanting to talk to the boss. And, of course, the boss isn't here so they'll ask me to take care of whatever it is that the boss usually takes care of. And I won't have any clue on how to do it so I'll have to listen to this:
"I need this today! Tell the Boss to call me immediately to discuss."
Well, you know, I would do that but he's left for vacation and I'm not going to call him on his cell phone because you don't trust me to put coverage on your new car. I'll take a message and if he calls in for his messages I'll tell him you called. Click.
Well, it'll be a really busy weekend! We are doing something with Dennis' mom tomorrow - early afternoon. Then we have a party to go to. Then on Sunday the Chicago area newbie get together is happening. Then, back at work on Monday.
Could be because I only got about 3 and a half hours of sleep last night. We went to Milwaukee's Summerfest yesterday and saw the Black Crowes. Of course, they didn't start until 10:00pm so I knew it would be a late night.
We left the house at about 4:00 so we could stop and get something to eat on the way. You know how these festivals are - a bunch of crap junk food that is way fucking overpriced. We went to the Brat Stop in Kenosha, which is this huge ass place that has bands on weekends and has pretty good food. We get to Milwaukee at about 6:00 and as we're headed into downtown we see lots that are advertising for parking so Dennis stops in the first one we see. The only problem is, it's about a mile from the venue. And the real pisser is that there was parking available a hell of a lot closer. No problem, we walk it, no big deal. Only, I forgot to bring my no heel shoes and I'm in my fucking heels so I have to walk around all fucking day long in these things. To my utter amazement, it wasn't so bad. The walk to the venue was the worst thing since you can't stop. But, once we got in, got a beer, and sat down my feet weren't so bad.
However, it's only 6:30 by this time and the band we want to see doesn't start until 10:00 so we have about 3 and a half hours to kill. Which is the same amount of time I got to sleep last night - ironic, no? Anyway, we walk around and check out some of the other bands, and check out all the little market places they have along the way. And I was a good girl and didn't buy anything there - I need to save my money after spending $200 bucks on my hair on Monday (yea, I know, I already vented about that). By this time we're getting pretty fucking bored and are doubting if we will actually stay long enough to see the Black Crowes. We suck it up and stick it out and stay until they play. It wasn't so bad - the venue is right by Lake Michigan so we went and sat on the rocks by the driving range and people watch. And, let me tell you, is about the most interesting thing about the whole experience.
We finally see Chris Robinson and the Black Crowes at 10:00 sharp. And, really, that shocked me too because bands almost never go on stage on time. But, they did. We only stayed for a little over an hour of the show because we still had that hour long walk back to the car and the hour long drive home. Actually, it only took us an hour to walk to the car because we had to take baby steps due to my aching feet by this time. And, to make it worse, we weren't absolutely sure where the fuck we even parked! Luckily, we found our way to our car and made it home by 1:00am and hit the sack.
The Black Crowes were pretty good actually. Chris sang pretty good, but I think all the touring might be getting to him because he tended to yell a lot of the lyrics instead of singing them. But, all in all it was good to see them live.
Anybody got any Tylenol? Advil? Marijuana? Morphine? It's gonna be a long ass fucking day.
Well, hopefully, today will go by really really fast since tomorrow is a day off. Yea, right. Like it ever works that way.
Well, I got my hair cut and highlighted last night. I like it okay, but I'm a little disappointed. It's just going to take me a while to get used to it - even though it's not that much different. I got a lot cut off the bottom because it desperately needed it and we cut more in the bang area - that's the part that is driving me nuts right now. I think it's just because I'm not used to it but it looks okay. The part that I was a little bit aggravated with is the part at the end where I had to make a check out for $202 dollars. I wasn't expecting to have to pay that much since I really only wanted to have it touched up (which, she told me the next time I get it done it would be a lot less, but it wasn't). Instead I got full highlights, again, and the roots done. Which is fine, it looks good, but now I have to figure out how to get the extra hundred dollars I wasn't expecting to pay. I guess the reason it aggravates me is that the color that I got last April 20th (only 2 months ago) didn't last but a week and the color had drastically faded. And I warned her about that before she did my hair the first time that color is hard for me because it tends to fade really fast. I don't know. Maybe I'm being unreasonable, but damn! $202 dollars? Shit.
Well, anyway, I have a party to go to tonight and I hope my hair holds up. It's cute, I suppose. I'm just not used to it and a little bummed out. It is so much healthier looking, so that's a bonus. I think I just go into shock whenever I get anything new done with it and I'm sure it's not her fault but my own.
Anyway, I hope everybody has a safe and happy Fourth of July tomorrow!
I can't believe it's Monday already. And July to boot!
This past weekend was a bust. I felt like shit for most of it - headaches. But, they weren't migraines, I don't think. I didn't get the eye distortion and it felt more sinus related. I had it Friday night, Saturday, and all day Sunday. I still have a tinge of it this morning and I'm going to go raid the medicine cabinet at work and take something for it.
We didn't do much this weekend. Went out for lunch Saturday and yesterday and then just stayed home and enjoyed a relaxing weekend. I was pretty busy yesterday. Got all the laundry done, went on shit patrol in the backyard, then mowed the back yard. I think maybe that's what increased the headache yesterday. All the pollen and crap stirred up from mowing.
This week should prove to be a pretty busy one. I'll get to that later.
But first, I have to ask a question that doesn't have an answer. Why is it the day you go to get your hair highlighted and cut you have a great hair day? For the first time in weeks I actually like my hair today. Now, I'm planning on getting my roots done, adding a little more blonde, and cutting off about 3-4 inches and adding a few more layers but, now, I'm not so sure. I know it needs to be done - especially the cutting of 3-4 inches because my ends are totally fried. I used to be able to grow my hair really really long and have it stay in really good shape, but I think my friend age is putting a stop to that. It still grows really fast but, unfortunately, it just doesn't look good once it gets to a certain length. I have very heavy hair and the longer it gets, the heavier it gets. So, it pulls down and hangs there looking like a limp dick on my head. No matter what products I use it just looks like ass. So, I'm going to do it tonight and get it cut about shoulder length, blonder, and some choppy layers just to bring it up some. Wish me luck!!
So, tomorrow night we have a party to go to. We went to this same party last year and if you look at last years blog you can tell me if I had fun at it or not because I honestly don't remember.
On the Fourth we're supposed to go to Milwaukee's Summerfest and see the Black Crowes - that is if it doesn't storm. I really don't want to be stuck at an outdoor festival in a thunderstorm. What fun is that? Then the following Saturday we have another party to go to which should be a good time. Then Sunday we finally have our Weight Watchers get together - and that is going to be a riot! Can't wait to meet you guys - the ones that are going. And for those of you who aren't going, fuck off!
Awwww, shuddup. You know I love ya anyway. Even though you're blowing the ones who are going off.
