Home sweet home

Worked today, and it was the 2nd Saturday we didn't close the shop early (that I've worked, anyway). And man, are my feets tired!

Gonna help Mom with her MiniDisc player tonight, I think. "Terminal" is playing at the theatres, so we might go see that tomorrow at the matinee' since "Bourne Supremacy" isn't here yet.

Lance stopped by to see me when I was working to get his oil changed. His haircut does look good, but he still owes me dinner ;)

Man, I'm just braindead today...

What I'm Listening To: Sawyer Brown - Lookin' for Love

What in the crap is going on???

Okay. I just got a POSTCARD from my ex, Kyle, who stopped talking to me back in...November or something. Occasionally he will unblock me from his messenger list...but not talk to me, except the one time he asked about some email addresses...but otherwise...I've heard nothing from him up until this point. And he knew I was looking for a job at Fed-Ex for the beginning of the summer, and I never told him that. Perhaps he reads the blog. No reason why he can't, it's right there on my AIM profile.

This is all just a little confusing. So I'm going to dinner with Mom. Adios!

*edit*
After dinner and an expensive trip to Wal*Mart, Mom's car started acting up. Anything that used power, headlights, blinker, radio, A/C...sucked all the power out of the console things like the spedometer and tacometer. So I couldn't tell how fast I was going down the interstate, plus, it took a long time for it to kick down into a lower gear so I could accelerate on the on-ramp to the interstate. The ABS (Anti-lock Braking System) light came on when we parked the car at Wal*Mart and as soon as that happened, everything went downhill. She just got her car back last week from a tune up (at the place I was supposed to work this summer), and now all of the sudden it's doing this...very strange. I would have left a really mean message after having spent a few hundred dollars on my car and have it go *kaput* on me. She was a little nicer.

What I'm Listening To: Nada Surf - Blonde On Blonde

yet another...

WTF, seriously.
This one's not really creepy...just dull and asks odd questions. And how can you forget...his screen name.

smallpenis32000: kewl
Rue: yeah. found an apartment (my first one) and i'm excited
smallpenis32000: roomie?
Rue: nope.
Rue: it's a studi
Rue: o
smallpenis32000: kewl i own a house
Rue: cool, cool.
smallpenis32000: i have a roomie
Rue: i didn't want one, otherwise i could be living in a 3bdrm house w/ 2 girls i don't know
smallpenis32000: well i have a 3 bedroom house but one roomie
smallpenis32000: her name is karen
Rue: ah, okay
smallpenis32000: she is a nursing student
Rue: cool.
smallpenis32000: we've lived together 2 yrs
Rue: that's cool.
Rue: the only roommates i have had have been in the dorms
smallpenis32000: do u have a bf
Rue: yeah.
smallpenis32000: what do u do for fun
Rue: not a whole lot, really. there's nothing to do here, and i work a lot.
smallpenis32000: i ski read run bike swim and pose for pics
Rue: cool. my bike has been kidnapped by the camper...can't get it untied...havn't found anything to read lately...
smallpenis32000: oh
Rue: life's pretty boring right now.
Rue: but my bf will be in town in a couple weeks, so we'll be doing some camping and fishing and stuff
smallpenis32000: well i have been posing alot so mine isnt
Rue: that's good to hear
smallpenis32000: there r girls home from school
Rue: what?
smallpenis32000: i pose for college girls
Rue: ...okay...
smallpenis32000: nudes
Rue: so college girls hire you to pose for them?
smallpenis32000: no i do it for free
Rue: ..ok
smallpenis32000: i did pose for an art class once for $
Rue: cool
smallpenis32000: it was interesting
Rue: i bet.
smallpenis32000: 15 teenage girls and me naked in a room together
Rue: oh boy

It keeps going...but I'm not going to bore you anymore.

What I'm Listening To: Mason Jennings - New York City

More creepy Yapoo! people

Wow. Where do these people find me?!

davefolife: hey
davefolife: how r u
davefolife: asl
Rue: hi, im fine thanks. and all my info is on my profile
davefolife: cam?
davefolife: do u hav a cam?
davefolife: ?
davefolife: i'm 21 m
davefolife: do u have a webcam?
Rue: yes, i have a camera. calm down
davefolife: invite me 2 it
Rue: why should i?
davefolife: fine later
davefolife: i hav 2 leave anywayz
davefolife: bye sexy
Rue: okay
davefolife: like ur pic in profile
Rue: thanks
davefolife: ur sexyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
Rue: ha. riiight
davefolife: luv u
davefolife: bye
davefolife: Come here you. Come on. Closer. Closer. (audio thing w/ lips talking and then doing an air kiss)
davefolife: (smiley face with heart next to it)
davefolife: (smiley face giving me a kiss)
Rue: bye

Weird, and not to mention rude. Try asking nicely if you can see my camera. Not just telling me to invite you to it. Geez. Where to people get their manners these days?

What I'm Listening To: Nada Surf - Inside Of Love

The Underwear Ranger returns!

Yay! I ordered my underwear! I'd been trying ALL morning before work, for at least 45 minutes to get this stuff ordered. It kept not working, however, and doubling the amount of underwear I wanted. I'm not gonna buy $112 worth of undies, sorry Victoria's Secret.

I met my next door neighbor today. I'm sure she's been living right next to us for over a year, but I've never talked to her today until she came in with her truck to get the oil changed and I looked at her address and realized she lives right next to me. Odd. We're not a close-knit community, if you can't tell.

STILL trying to find someone to replace me at work. I really hope they find someone, 'cause Tim doesn't want to work with JUST Nicole...we need someone else there. Besides, Nicole has a hard time working 8 hours a day...10 would kill her.

Gotta start saving money now, these next few paychecks are going to go into savings in case I don't get a job in Spearfish right away. After Wes pays his half of the plane ticket, I will only have $78 left on my credit card bill. So nice :)

Cleanin' up my act

I've been going through all my messenger lists and cleaning out people I never talk to anymore, people who don't talk to me anymore, or people I just don't want to talk to anymore. I know it's not spring, but some cleaning seemed in order.

I have to call about tires for my car tomorrow. I guess there's some big sale going on at one of the tire places in town, so Dad wants me to do that. So I need to remember to do so. Which means I will probably have to write this on my hand...and not scrub too hard.

I'm excited about my apartment even though it's a month away. I think I'm going to take Wes over to Spearfish when he comes here so he can see my campus since I got to see his. It's really pretty and tiny, and I'm pretty sure there's some fishin' and hiking to do in the area. Wes will be here in 14 days. Yay!

At last, at last

I think I have found an apartment. It's the one room studio, bigger than the dorm room, and I'd have it to myself, plus I wouldn't have to share a bathroom with 18 other girls. it's $220/month, and I filled out the application for it today and put down a $220 payment. She says she's pretty sure I'll do well and have a chance at the apartment.

I might have to commute for the first couple of days or move all my stuff in a Uhaul and set it outside of Brett's (gotta ask, first), and stay there for a couple nights 'til one of the people in the singles move out.

Just about had a heart attack on the way back home, however. I was cruisin' along, doing 80mph, when a Highway Patrolman coming the opposite direction slowed wayyyy down, crossed the median and got into my lane and turned his lights on right behind me. Scared the piss out of me. So I pulled off on the shoulder and slowed way down...but he passed me. Then I realized it was probably the Virginia Impala that passed me doing 90mph that he was probably after. I never did see him pull anyone over, but about 10 miles after he scared the piss out of me, we saw him going back the opposite direction again. It was odd. But I was just thinking..."I cannot afford another speeding ticket...I just got the first one off my record..."

But they never get you if you're just donig 80mph. Thank goodness. Or I'd be in trouble. Or I'd have to leave for work a lot earlier than I already do...

blarg

My Weather Today (cool 'n rainy)

Lacey's been ignoring me lately. She signs online, I message her, and don't get anything back. It's really frustrating. I just wanna talk to her, see how things are going, y'know...all that friendly kinda stuff.

My inner child

Got this from Phil's site

My inner child is sixteen years old!

Life's not fair! It's never been fair, but while
adults might just accept that, I know
something's gotta change. And it's gonna
change, just as soon as I become an adult and
get some power of my own.


How Old is Your Inner Child?
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Gonna go looking for apartments today and rag on the ladies at the Family Planning place for not picking up their phone ever. I guess I should try calling them right now before we leave, eh? I think I'll do that.

It's rainy today, so I'm glad I don't have to work, but kinda sucks 'cause I hate driving on the interstate when it's raining. Hydroplaning sucks donkey balls.

Well, must go wake Ashley, call Family Planning, change litterbox, and get dressed, not particularly in that order. Wish me luck!

apts

K. Kinda starting to like the idea of the studio apartment, even though there's no kitchen in it. I got to thinking, and all throughout my time in Heide hall, I never once used the stove or the oven. It's not like I cook a lot...I can just buy a hot plate and a toaster, and I have a microwave in the basement, and I should be good to go. I'm going to Spearfish tomorrow to check it out.

Also, there's this girl named Lauren who's going to possibly be living in the same apartment building, and she might need a roommate, if it turns out she's staying there. Well, apparently it's not cheaper to get a single because the studio is only $220/month, whereas w/ the double with Lauren, it would be aboug $280/month. $60 is quite a bit of money...groceries and whatnot, y'know? So I'll think about it, check out the complex, and see what I want to do. So far that's really the only thing I have going for me. I figure it can't be worse than living in the dorms, right??

I STILL haven't gotten ahold of the Family Planning place! I'm getting so mad right now. I've been trying to contact them for over a week now. I got a message this morning from an actual machine. It said they were on the other line or with a customer, so I could leave a message or call back later. I tried calling back about 7 times before I finally just went ahead and left a message and my phone number, and no one has called me yet. I'm starting to get irked. I guess tomorrow before I go to Spearfish I should call the Family Planning place once more, and if that doesn't work, call the one here in Gillette, and hopefully I can get my shot before my time is up on this dose. Grr.

Apartment searching sucks

My Weather Today

Man, trying to find an apartment SUCKS. I found one: a studio, one bedroom, only $220/month. Here's the catch. No kitchen. But you're allowed to bring in hot plates and microwaves and toasters and all those good things the dorms wouldn't let you have. So tomorrow I'm going in and am going to check it out. I don't really want it, but it might be all I can get right now. There was one apartment that had a 40-person waiting list. Yeah right. I told him thanks, but I didn't need an application for it.

And now I'm trying to get ahold of Family Planning so I can get my next shot. I've been trying to get ahold of them for the last week. I keep getting the machine telling me they're busy or on the other line and to leave a message. I'm tired of leaving messages. 'Cause no one ever calls me back. Rawr.

Live update...or something...

My Weather Today

Not a bad day today at work. Had to deal with a couple people calling me "cutie" and saying "wow, your eyes match your shirt" [(which is electric blue) and they don't]. Weather was cooperative, the boss wasn't in except near the end...I think to make sure we closed on time because he thinks it's rediculous that it takes 48 minutes after closing time to get the place cleaned up...

The plane ticket still hasn't shown up on my credit card online billing thingie...wonder why that is?? It's getting annoying...I want to be able to start paying it off.

Took all my old Rolling Stone magazines that I've collected over the last four years or so. The stack was huge. Then I took all their covers off and am going go throw away the rest of the magazine...I want to plaster a room in RS covers. Except for the scary ones with Slipnot or Clay Aiken on them. *shudder*

Delilah's becoming quite the little lap kitten in the house...doesn't matter how close she is to falling off your lap, she's just roll around and get comfy and squirm and bask. Too cute. She also likes to lay on the keyboard when i'm trying to type. Sounds like Smokey.

Tim was trying to confuse me today...saying I needed to come in at Noon tomorrow and Thursday...and some other day, too. So that I could work the weekend and not be too much over my 40 hours. Well, Tim, let's solve this like we usually do...I don't come in at all on Wednesday, and I come in my regular times the rest of the week. Duh.

This is something I drew entirely in crayons :) 

crayons

My favorite crayons by far are Crayola. No doubt about that. But over the past 7 or 8 years, I have collected a wide variety of them. In no particular order, here are my different types of Crayolas.

• Metallic Crayons
• has a metallic shine to them, good on dark paper
  
• Color Slicks Crayons
• can color over top of eachother, kind of like an oily pastel
• Multi Colored Glitter Crayons
• filled with different colors of glitter inside the crayon, but the glitter just gets all gummed up at the tip and doesn't come off on the paper.
  
• Construction Paper Crayons
• as the name states, good for coloring on construction paper. Again, much like an oily pastel.
• Techno Brite Crayons
• super bright colors with such names as "green.com" and "online orange."
• Pearl Brite Crayons
• pearly in color, also good on dark papers
• Retro Colors
• supposedly retro, with names like "flower power pink" and "give peach a chance." Not really any new colors...just groovy names.
• Gel FX Crayons
• these are also good for dark papers, similar to the Construction Paper ones.
• Color Mix-Up Crayons
• my favorite by far, they are a crayon, usualy white, with "tiny bubbles of color burst to creat three different colors in every crayon," with fun names like "shrimp cocktail" (white with orange and maroon flecks) and "off-road" (tumbleweed with denim and maroon flecks).

I hope this has been educational for you.

*sigh of relief*

Ahhhhhhhhh. I cleaned my room today, washed my comforter, fitted sheet, and pillow cases, vacuumed what little bit of carpet I have, folded laundry I'd left sitting on the chair, hung up some pictures because my walls were drab, got a new smelly thing for my room so it smells girly, and paid my sister back for a box of Goldfish she bought for me the other week.

Am I good, or what?

*edit* Smelly thing is rather strong for first couple of days...headache ensues.

poem

Found this Cut and Paste poem in my folder of drawings/paintings from school. I remember making this in an english class. 10th grade, I think.

Original

The attitude can't be everything
True color can't be erased
Good friends can come free
Love is the best medicine.
Check it out...
Smile. And show the world your independence
It's all about making the difference
(That's what little girls are made of.)

Thought that was kinda cool

pact breaker

Damnit to hell, Lance. He broke our pact.

Neither of us were supposed to cut our hair for a year. We have four months left to go. That means we've gone 8 months without getting a hair cut. Trims are acceptable, but not a cut.

So Lance calls me up to day from Rapid City saying he's in the mall and thinking about getting his hair cut because he just can't stand it any longer. Hoser. Looks like I win and he owes me dinner. So I guess that's not SO bad. Free dinner's always a good thing.

Cleaned my room up today, doing laundry right now. Gotta find those missing sheets. I left them in the dryer last weekend when I was doing laundry, and they've disappeared from the dryer...but I'm not sure where they went from there...curiouser and curiouser.

Delilah is recovering quite well. She has the energy to continue to annoy Smokey and eat his food, so I guess she's doing well. Giving her her pain meds is a two person operation, and she doesn't seem to be in any pain right now, so since I'm the only one home, she doesn't have to get them. Yay.

Still trying to find an apartment. I know calling on the weekend isn't the greatest, but I left a bunch of messages asking if they were pet-friendly, how much the month's rent was, what utilities I would be responsible for, and what utilites are included in the bill. I got to talk to one person, and he was rather grouchy, but they weren't pet-friendly, so that solves that problem.

payday!

My Weather Today

Ahhhh, I just got paid. $500 some dollars. Not bad, but not as good as the first paycheck. My next one should be good, with the overtime I accrued this week. Hope so, at least!

Purse is still a work in progress...got a strap for that's stronger than the last one. Hand-sewed it on this morning after a trip to Wal*Mart. Got a little wallet thingie for it so I don't have loose change all over the place. It's hard to dig out of the bottom of that purse. I'm still trying to figure out how I'm going to get a latch on the darn thing. I wonder if I could just glue (super glue, heavy duty glue...something) something onto it because I just don't want to drill more holes in it since the felt's already been glued in...I learned that's no fun over the weekend.

Had a bunch of people comment on it today, too, so I told them how my dad and I made it, and they thought it was pretty cool. It's a good conversation starter, for sure.

I think Ashley's kitty likes me more than Ashley...Delilah spends a lot of time on my bed snuggled with me.

Oh, it was so cute. The vet's office gave her a Pet Report Card when Mom picked her up yesterday. On the comments area, it said, "Such a good little girl, very fun, very talkative!" She is a very vocal little cat. Never heard a cat talk that much before. I guess they had a lot of fun with her before the put her under for the surgery. She is really playful and curious about EVERYTHING. And I just can't dislike her anymore now that she's got stitches and is all weak. Hah, I'm a terrible person...

joke

Corey and I were trading jokes. Here's my fave from when I was a kid.

Q: What do you call a cow with no legs??







A: Ground beef.



Boy...did I think that was funny, or what? Granted...most 5 year olds would...if they lived near livestock...

Hallelujah!

We FINALLY bought tickets for Wes to come see me!!! Jeeeeez. I just was getting so upset that he would keep coming up with all these reasons that he might not be able to come out...and it was just really really bothering me. So, he basically broke down and said he'd buy the tickets. Which lifts a weight off my shoulders...A really really big weight.

I kinda feel like I pressured him into this. But he promised me last month that he was going to plan for this and make time for this in August, and he wasn't. And I held him to that. It just seemed like he was trying to get away with as much as he could. "You come out and visit me this time, and then when you're in school I'll come visit you."

Um...no. Sorry. That's not what we planned. I know he doesn't want to hang out at my parents' house. And I understand. But they're going to be gone half the time that he's here, anyway. So it doesn't really matter that much. And when I'm gone, for the most part, except for a couple hours, they'll be gone, too. he'll have to put up with them very little.

I just feel a lot better now that he's coming out here, we have non-refundable tickets. So he has to come out. Or he's gonna have to pay for most of it. 'Cause man...I'm getting soooooooOOOoooOo tired of waiting for him. Need for him to be out here soon. Three weeks, that's all. Yay!

the best things in life are free. you can give them to the birds and the bees, i want money

MONEY! I get paid tomorrow! I told Tim that I would be there in the morning to pick up my paycheck, and if Nicole called in sick, don't bother calling me because I am NOT coming in to work. May as well shut down the shop.

awwww!!!

My Weather Today

Ashley's kitty got spayed today, and she's so pititful! Just kinda staggers all over the place, can barely eat, has food all over her face like she's physically disabled...poor little thing!!! I can't be mean to her anymore until she heals up! She looks like she's sick...like, dying.

Grrr. Got a call at 7:22 this morning from Tim, the manager at work. Nicole called in sick, so they needed me to come in and work in the morning at 8 instead of 10, like usual. So, being the super dependable (and door-matty) person I am, I said yes and got into work a couple minutes after we opened. Worked another 10 hour day, and it rained. All. Day. Long.

Needless to say I wasn't a happy camper. I was cold, damp, and tired. Not the best way to have your day go. Then I got to go pick up dinner at Hong Kong. We usually go out for dinner on Friday nights, but since Delilah is all drugged up and staggering around the house like she's drunk, Dad thought we shouldn't leave her home alone. And all the waitresses there LOVED my license plate purse :) So that was a good ending to my day.

Now I'm going to try to install a wireless internet system on my computer. WEEEE! Hope it works!

oi vey

"why are you tired, you never do anything, i know your job can't be that stressfull all you do is change oil."

Fuck off, Matt...fuck off.

Wow. Last 20 minutes of work were absolute chaos. 8 cars all pulled in at the same time. One was a truck with a huge 5th wheel on the back of it. He couldn't go all the way in the garage to get his oil changed because the 5th wheel was too big, so he could only get the truck part in. Then he had to back out, so we couldn't let anyone BEHIND him...That was fun. The first vehicle to pull behind him was a truck with a goose neck trailer on it. Yeehaw. I hate the rodeo.

During that time I had some creepy guy ogling me the entire time he was in there (30 minute or more, as he was getting the transmission flushed on his car), EW. Kept asking me "personal questions," like if he could see my tattoo, how old I was, how long I've lived in Gillette. Leave me alone!!! I'm working at we're busy, can't you see that? I'm stressed out enough as it is because the boss is in, I don't have time to sit and entertain you as well. Sheesh. I was just waiting for him to ask me to go out to the bars or something. No thanks.

Just glad to be back home. Mom and Dad are going to be gone for the weekend, so that will be nice and relaxing. And boring. Oh well. I got to sleep in 'til 10am today...I was a happy camper. And I didn't have to eat fast food for lunch, so that helped, as well.

Looks like we might be getting another storm comin' in tonight. Thank goodness, we need the moisture!

Arg

He's doing it again. I just want him to come out and visit. Once. He's still saying, "We'll see how it works out." WTF??

Now I'm grouchy. As if I didn't need an excuse already. ONE FUCKING TIME. He says he needs a vacation to the beach, not to Wyoming. That Wyoming's not a vacation. That visiting me's not a vacation. Arg. I'm just grouchy and this isn't helping. At all. Now I've been put on "hold" by him. Make it stop.

Somebunny loves you

Rabbits are not built well. They hop. How on earth did rabbits evolve and make it as far as they have by hopping? Beats me.

Except for the fact that they procreate like nothing else on this planet. Besides maybe hamsters.

oye

My Weather Today

I hate 10 hour work days. Hate them. Loathe. Ugh. My feet are so sore. Just because I knew I should be done with work soon, I started getting whiney...only to realize I still had 2 hours to go. Blargh.

But, on the plus side, the cash register was EXACTLY right on. Taylor said it was because "stupid Nicole" wasn't there all day to mess it up, which very well could be. I was happy that it was right on. But only Taylor shared my joy...and he didn't really share it...just kinda gave me a funny look. Oh well.

Back at the ranch, my aunt and uncle are here. We had lasagna for dinner. Yum yum. And salad, now we're digesting so's we can have some ice cream, even though ice cream melts around everything.

weird dream

Had a weird dream last night.

Kinda started out at some kind of camp ground or day camp with a couple of my girl friends, and I distinctly remember walking up stairs, and then down the same stairs. I don't remember what happened between that time. After we'd made it down the steps and were in the gravel parking lot looking for a car, ...this is where it gets weird...som creature, frog-like, if I remember, offered us a ride in his vehicle, which was a shiney, opulescent sea shell looking thing. That happened to float.

Now the dream is a little weird, as we're deep in some kind of cave with water all around it. And Vin Diesel is there. It's just like "Pitch Black" because there are all these flying creatures in the dark that are trying to eat him. I don't think we were in this part of the dream anymore. So he's in some kind of harness, getting pulled upwards towards a cliff ledge. He gets wedged somewhere, around his shoulders, I think, but the harness keeps pulling. It's really painful for him, and he starts sweating blood. It starts out really red, then turns almost black. It was pouring out.

Then, I don't know how we got past all of that, but he did, and now it was time to fight the creatures. I don't know if ol' Vinnie had fire breathing power, or just swallowed a bunch of rubbing alcohol and had a lighter on him, but he was breathing fire at the creatures, trying to scare them away. And it worked for most of them, except the super big one. (Of course.) So just as Vin is getting ready to blow a last burst of fire at the creature, it swoops down into the water and grabs a mouthful of water to put out the fire. It works, but Vin just clings to the rock and has a stare-down with the creature, and they must have declared a tie, because the creature flew away.

Then Vin hopped back on the opulescent thingie, which was now a fish, and imitated a fin so he would blend in with the fish thing, and it floated off. There was also a big barracuda fish in the water with electronic red eyes that watched the whole thing, and may have helped Vin...but the creature ate it just as Vin floated off.

WTF?!?! Now...I have no idea where this dream came from, as I haven't watched "Pitch Black" in months, and haven't even seen the previews to the new movie in days. I wasn't even thinking about it as I went to bed. It was super weird.

And now...off to get ready for my 10 hour work day. YAY. (Which is really going to turn into 11 hours because I have to get there early, and we never leave AT 6pm when we close because people pile their cars in until the very last minute, so we have to spend all that time AFTER 6 cleaning up after our customers and their cars and counting down the cash and checks and credit cards...BAH.)

Jeez, it's great to be back home.

Ken got me some new mops today because the boys in the garage keep using MY nice clean mop on their dirty floors. Then MY floor gets all dirty. It's a vicious cycle. And I have to yell at the obys a lot, and they don't take me seriously, and when I'm PMSy, that sure doesn't help the matter.

Ran into an OLLLLD friend from junior high and parts of high school today at work. NEVER thought I'd see her in this town again. She said the same thing about herself. We asked about college and how it was going for eachother, caught up very briefly, but it was nice just to see her again. I literally hadn't seen her in 3 years or more.

Gotta work the 10 hour shift tomorrow. Not looking forward to that, especially after my 2 days of getting up early to take Mom into work. I know, "bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch," is what you're thinking.

Sales have been low, according to the boss-man, so he wants me to start trying to sell fuel filters. He said if I was doing a good job and helping get the sales up, he'd make it worth my while, which means I'd get a bonus or a raise, I'm assuming. So over a couple hours...I sold three. LOL. But he didn't tell me that 'til near the end of the day, so I'll just have to start doing it ALL day long. Weeeee, I want a raise. Taylor over heard Ken telling me that, and Taylor's the one who does the work under the cars, in the pit. He's the one who's gotta do all the work, and he won't see any more money. So that kinda sucks for him. But I'm all for the money!

We were only $.02 over on the register today. Usually we're short. So that was awesome.

And now...shower time. Perhaps. I got some new good smelly soap, too!!

Rock, Paper, Saddam!

I thought this needed another posting. But this time...with pictures. And now I present to you: Rock, Paper, Saddam!



Will I choose Rock



Paper



or Scissors



YOU DON'T KNOW!

driving my mother to work

Peat, does this sound/look familiar?? ;)

Even though my mom said that she might have Dad just take her into work early, I was pretty sure that wasn't going to happen. So that meant she was going to have me take her into work again, only an hour earlier than yesterday. Which boils down to me haing to get up at 6:45 or so instead of 8:00 or so. That triggered my internal alarm clock system, and I was awake at 5:22 this morning. Then again at 6:15. Then finally at 6:45 when Mom came in to say "I'll be ready to leave in about 15 minutes." *Moan* "Okay."

BAH! I so did not want to do that. But I came home and slept for an hour. Would've been longer ifAshley hadn't come in saying, "It's 8:30." No shit, Sherlock. "Aren't you supposed to be up and getting ready for work?" Why yes, yes I am. Fuck off.

I'm not a morning person.

Wes n Me

For some reason, when my internet isn't working, I can think of all kinds of things I want to post about...but as soon as it is working...I draw a blank. *sigh*

I think I'm going to change my sidebar to be on the left, like it is originally supposed to be, and put the blog back on the right. Because I'm bored.

And now, a picture:


This is a picture of Wes and I after we'd hiked up to a waterfall. You can sorta see it in the background.

Internet

Internet wasn't working last night or this morning. Grrr. That made me not so happy. I had to go to work without the ability to check my email or the weather (The Weather Channel is NOT helpful, btw). *wail*

Work was BUSY today! It was all the rodeo people coming in. Booo. I did meet some canuks from Alberta, some Illinoisians (is that right?), North Carolinans, and Kansans (is that one right??). They were pretty nice folk with pretty silly accents. Especially the canuk.

Had to wake up an hour early to take my mom to the car place (that wouldn't hire me because I wasn't going to be there long enough, only to call me asking me if I wanted the job after their first choice didn't work out. HA. Suckers.)...anyway...a little hostility...So I had to take my mom there so she could drop her car off, then pick her up after I got done with work, which was an hour and a half after she gets off work normally...but I guess she had to stay late 'cause a bunch of stuff is going on that all needs attention at the exact same time.

Now she wants me to take her to work tomorrow, and she's gotta go into work EARLY. Golly. What does she think she is? The person who brought me into this world? Psh. Oh...wait...

Sidebars

OMG I love sidebars lol. I have put SOOOoooOOOooOOOooooOOoOoooOoooo much stuff on mine. Hehehe. It's addicting. Like crack. Only this isn't bad for you :)

purse

It's ALMOST done. I found kits for making purses at Wal*Mart, go figure. Never thought I'd find anything like that there. So I got some material for handles, but I think I'm going to have to drill an extra hole in the sides so that it fits better.

I also got a magnetic latch for it, but don't think it's going to work. I need something different...unless...hmmmm...Actually, I could probably make the magnets work. Never mind. I'll need Dad's help with it, though, but it shouldn't be too hard. I'll just need some extra leather/vinyl stuff for it. Yeah.

So far, Lacey wants a purse. She has some Florida and Montana plates that I can use. And since she is my bestest friend...I suppose I can do that. For very little charge. But I really do want to sell them at a consignment store or something. There's a Global Market in Spearfish and in Rapid City. I could totally do it. I'd just have to come home on the weekends to bend the plates. If I could borrow or buy my own riveter and a drill...I'd be set.

Who knows. Depends on if people would actually want one or not. I've seen two other people who came into get their oil changed with those kinds of purses...but it's not like they're HUGE. I gotta quit talking myself outta this. I seemed to have misplaced my camera for the time being, so I'll get a picture up for you as soon as I find it.

Non Sequitur

Thought this was pretty funny. Peat and some of the trivia folks got me interested in this comic.

Big Trees

This is a picture of the Big Tree in either lower Oregon or upper California, I forget which. But I'm just trying something new on my computer.

Just trying to figure this thing out...got a new client to EASILY post photos on here.

Crater Lake

Crater Lake in Oregon, summer of 02, I think.

Gonna be a scorcher today

It's a hot one today. Supposed to get up to 99*!!!! Insane. Soooooooo glad that I don't have to work.

I noticed last night that my legs are getting some sun...I have tan lines on my ankles from those little socks I wear with my tennis shoes.

Well, blogging just got a whole lot easier on this thing...There's more options when you are writing the blog. That should come in handy for ya, Jill ;) Still can't post a picture, though, I think. Not with any of these buttons on here, at least.

I gotta finish making my purse today, which means another trip to Wal*Mart, and probably one to Ace Harware if they're open. I'm sure they are.

cherries and din din

Peat said this comic strip reminded him of Smelly Cat after he gets a bath and smells of cherries and has to go out to face the other neighborhood cats smelling like fruit.



Too cute.

fun things

Cats don't like to be picked up by their hind legs, no matter how light weight they are.

Why do cowboys dry clean their plaid shirts? I was in the drive thru to McDonald's this morning to get my Egg McMuffin when I saw a cowboy with about 5 plaid shirts, all in dry cleaning bags, hung up in the back of his pickup. WTF?

Found this on someone's journal. Thought it was really funny.

Passive-aggressive Canadians

They know all that is wrong with America, and will not stop telling you about it.

While tempting, do not say the following...
(ok, I don't always follow my own advice, here were some of the less popular phrases)

"You know what americans think of Canada?....We don't think about Canada."
"Don't worry, you guys are safe.....until we need more natural resources."
"Really? You just had an election last week? How cute!"

i kid. Toronto is a great city. I recommend touching down there sometime.

credit cards

Got rejected for a new credit card with Sony Points and a lower interest rate simply because I'm a college student and my "yearly household income" does not meet the requirements. Bastards. How the hell am I supposed to make that much money? It's not like I spend tons of money on my credit card. For Peat's sake. Made me mad.

I hate it when I get rejected from things.

Since I got off work 2 hours early today, Ashley was asking if I was going to change my mind and go to Buffalo after all. Hahahaha. Hell no.

I hate Saturdays

Bah. I've only worked ONE full Saturday out of three. It was the first one. The second Saturday we got sent home after an hour, and today we got sent home two hours early because they were redoing the floor and the guys wanted to start early.

So I'm always short on my paychecks. Plus, the Saturdays I don't work are the Saturdays we get paid. So I gotta go into town to get my paycheck. It bites...I'm rather grouchy today.

Let's see...these two guys came in to get their oil changed, and they were new, so I had to get the name and address and stuff for them, and one of them commented "Wow, pretty personal stuff here," *wink wink* I laughed and went back to the computer to put it in so the boys could have a work order for their vehicle. While the guys' van was getting serviced, the passenger came in and said, "Well, since you got the name and address, I thought I'd come in and give you my phone number." And it took me a second to realize he was making a pass at me because I'm just that dense sometimes, especially about boys...but he never got the chance to because I had to go back out into the garage almost as soon as he said that, so I think he lost his nerve and just went back to the van.

I would have thrown the number out, anyway...but it made me smile.

But the kitties posed for a picture together on my bed, and that made me giggle, so I'm going to put it up.

good morning!

Well, here it is, 70* at 7:13 in the morning. It's gonna be a scorcher. Thank goodness for shorts, eh?

Work 8.5 hours today, not too bad, I'll get some over time, unless of course Ken decides to shut the shop down and send us home 'cause we're redoing the floor today. It'll be nice 'n soft.

Ashley's cat is in the living room/kitchen bouncing off the walls playing with some catnip toy of hers. Cat crack. Good lord.

Well, I gotta work. Adios.

Black Holes

Found this on someone's AIM profile/buddy info. Thought it was pretty interesting, but also, the astronomy class I took last year said that black holes DO emitt some fractions of what they are pulling into themselves. To see the link I'm talking about, just click on the title "Black Holes" with the little dots in front of it. Apparently that is a link ;).

Also, I've never heard that blackholes evaporate. I don't understand how they could evaporate...but then again, I only took the class for a semester (even though I pass w/ an A)...so I might not know what I'm talking about ;)

P.S. Baths are best when you don't run out of hot water and can fill it more than halfway...

Where's George

I was doing some stuff on Where's George, entering some bills I got today at Wal*Mart while I was running errands for work and decided to get me something to drink while I was there, anyway...and one of the bills had a star at the end of the serial number instead of a letter, like most bills do. So I had to do some research to figure out what this all means. Apparently, they make these kinds of bills in case there are mistakes while printing up new bills. When a new bill has a mistake on it, they pull it, and put a bill with a star at the end of the serial number.

Probably not interesting to ANYONE out there...but oh well...I thought it was kinda cool.

Work was good today. Sounds like a few people are going to get fired because they barely do enough "work" to pass for work, and Ken and Tim are getting fed up with it.

I'm getting fed up with the cash register being off all the time. It's fucking rediculous. I never used to have that much trouble on a register...we're always short for some reason, and tonight we were $10 long. I told Tim that Taylor and I would just each take $5 since when we were supposed to work last Saturday we both got gyped on hours. Tim said we couldn't do it. Sadness.

Awwww. How cute. Wes just called and asked for advice about the oil in his car :)

last night

Last night while on the phone with Wes, (as he's playing football on Gamecube...), he told me one of the things he loves about me is the fact that I sleep a lot. Hahaha. I thought he was joking at first, so I had to clarify, and he said, "No, I really do. Because that means I get to sleep riiiiiiight next to you. I hate being awake." What a strange child.

One more month 'til he comes out to visit.

The v key on my keyboard isn't working well...I have that spare keyboard that Dell gave me when I ordered one because they told me I'd need to, but then they just put a new one on free of charge, anyway...But I think I'll save that for a time when I spill pop on it or something.

dipshits at work

At the end of the work day today, a few kids in a car and a truck came up to work and wanted to beat up Peter, one of the guys who works there, and he's pretty new. Well, he says they wanted to beat him up 'cause he was supposedly talking shit about them. Who knows, I don't really care. What I DID care about was the fact that the dipshits were sitting there outside of our work area, honking the horn when we were trying to shut the shop down and clean up for the end of the day.

I went out there and told them they needed to leave, and that, no, I didn't care if they had business with someone in the shop, that they needed to get off the property right now. I told them that about 7 or 8 times, and they sorta kinda left, but then showed up around some other corner. Who knows if they ever really did leave and if Peter made it ouf of the shop unscathed, but in the back of my head as I was walking away from the car after telling them they needed to get off the property, I was secretly scared they were going to run me over lol. They just looked like the kind of assholes that would do something like that.

Then earlier today, there was this lady who came in, and I guess 2 of the guys who are working for us now used to work for her. And she kept saying something about how they'd better do a good job with her car, and you can never be too careful about those boys, and I heard somewhere that she was scared they were going to do something to her car. I was like...wtf? She thought they were going to do something malicious to her or her car or both. I guess Tim had asked her about that, why she didn't trust them, what the deal was, y'know? And she just said, "Well, they both just quit." Uhhhh...retard. Some people just make me roll my eyes untill my head hurts.

Dinner

Last night around the dinner table, before and during desert, we had a big ol' religious discussion. My aunt and uncle from Florida had come over for dinner (they're still staying in Buffalo, about an hour from here), and some how we get into it. My sis wants to know why women can't be priests, and I tell her it's because Jesus was a man. She says, "But in God's eyes, we are all created equal!" So I told her that the church, the bible, anything God "said" was intrepreted by MEN. It was weird, I don't like getting into religious discussions with people. Too complicated, too many beliefs and ideas. Too many feelings get hurt.

Anyway...

The ex un-blocked me from AIM last night/this morning. Not sure when he did it, but when I signed on, there he was...last time he did that, he IMd me to ask if the Gillette Campus gave out email addresses (blahblah@gc.cc.us)...then as soon as he got his answer, I went back to being blocked...

So we'll see what he's up to.

Gotta work today. Which means I need to check the forecast to see whether or not I can wear shorts.

Phase Two

Okay. With MUCH help from my dad, the purse is now in phase 2: riveted together, hinges put on, and felt glued on the inside. All that is left to do is find a strap for it, and I think I'm good to go. Here's a picture of it from the back, and then one from the front. I wanted to get a picture of the buckin' bronc on it!




A few more to come, when I get it finished!!

Project time!

My project is going quite well. Went to Dad's shop today during his lunch break, he cut the lid for me, bent all the pieces that I needed bent, and then I went to Ace Hardware to get some hinges and screws for it, and got some felt at Wal*Mart for it. So now I just need to wait for Dad to get home so we can bolt it together! I'm pretty excited.

Here's a picture of how it's going so far:



Just have to bolt it together, like I said, put felt on the inside of it, sand down the spot where it was cut, find a strap for it, and TA DAHHHHH!!!

Pop/Soda

First of all. Is it POP or is it SODA??

Secondly. Why does it fizz a lot more over ice when it's cold as compared to room temperature? Thoughts and ideas?

Also, my (former) roommate Jill is starting up a blog here on Blogger, so I thought I'd get a link going for her so's some people can start reading. (Even though she hasn't posted anything yet!!)

ashley

My sister wants me to drive to Buffalo on Saturday after I get done at work at 5pm so that she and her boy toy can have "time alone" in Mom and Dad's house. First of all, ew. Secondly, before I even knew that's what she was up to, I wasn't really sure if I wanted to go, anyway because I'll have been working all day 'til 5pm. When I get off work, I just want to go home, shower, and relax. I don't want to drive an hour up to the base of the mountains so I can sleep in a camper with uncomfortable beds to spend time listening to my parents and relatives tell stories that we told last week. We're all gonna be here tonight, anyway.

So now she thinks that I'm doing this just to spite her, but she is just feeling that I'm sabbotaging her. So she says that she's just going to hang around me and Wes ALL the time when he's here. Which won't work, because SHE will be at work for the most part, and he and I will be in the mountains on the weekend, which is about half his trip, anyway.

She was just being stupid last night.

Psychos on Yapoo

This is a conversation I had with some psycho-ass person on Yapoo the other day.

pantysnifferoopoo: who's your boy?
Rue: Who are you?
pantysnifferoopoo: the panty sniffer
Rue: not the best way to introduce yourself...
Rue: but i have to go. dinner.
pantysnifferoopoo: ok
pantysnifferoopoo: well i love you
pantysnifferoopoo: hopefully we can get together
Rue: who are you and why do you love me?
pantysnifferoopoo: cuz your sexy and i want your body
pantysnifferoopoo: come one baby let me know
Rue: lol i have no idea who you are.
pantysnifferoopoo: i'm just the nicest guy you could ever wanna know
pantysnifferoopoo:
pantysnifferoopoo: so your payin to have your boyfriend come here?
Rue: WE'RE paying for him to come out here.
pantysnifferoopoo: we're?
pantysnifferoopoo: you got a mouse in your pocket?
Rue: he and i.
pantysnifferoopoo: ahh
pantysnifferoopoo: well we can do a little shaarooin before he gets here
pantysnifferoopoo: shagarooin that is
Rue: what's a shagarooin?
pantysnifferoopoo: shagtastic
pantysnifferoopoo: bumpin uglies
pantysnifferoopoo: unskinny bop bop
pantysnifferoopoo: ridin the balogna pony into tuna town
Rue: LOL
Rue: um....nope. not ever gonna happen.
pantysnifferoopoo: awww
Rue: first of all: i have a boyfriend. who i'm LOYAL and completely faithful to...
pantysnifferoopoo: yeah and i'm sure hes the same
Rue: secondly, even if i DIDNT have a boyfriend...i have no idea who you are, as you are being super cryptic.
pantysnifferoopoo:
pantysnifferoopoo:
Rue: yep, he is the same. we totally trust me.
pantysnifferoopoo: yeah he aint bangin anyone back home
pantysnifferoopoo: right
Rue: nope.
Rue: but nice try on the ol' "deception/try to get her to not trust the bf" gig.
pantysnifferoopoo: well it's true
pantysnifferoopoo: but whatever
pantysnifferoopoo: your just another dumb whore
pantysnifferoopoo: youll find out
Rue: well thanks.


WTF^^

On a different note, my stamp came in today, and I'm excited to use it. God I'm a dork.

Rained cats and dogs today right before we got off of work, and is still raining. It was a lot worse in town, but I think we got a good rainstorm. I guess there's a "severe storm warning" going on...who knows. My dad's fire pager is going off like crazy. Must be a lot of accidents. My sister hydroplaned getting on the interstate after work. Eeeek. I hate that. So I don't use the interstate when it's raining because the old highway is not used as frequently, so there aren't ruts in the road.

So hot today. Felt good to shower when I got home.

toothpaste

I like how my Colgate Cinnamon Spice toothpaste is red, and yet it claims it will keep my teeth WHITE...

Also, Colgate toothpaste "gel" tastes really bad, and the "paste" is much better. Maybe I will try the flavor burst Crest next time...'cause the idea of cinnamon toothpaste is more appealing than "brisk mint" or "crisp mint" toothpaste.

I used to use Nickelodeon Kids' toothpaste because it tasted yummy...but it didn't leave that minty aftertaste that toothpaste is supposed to, so that your breath feels fresh...so I ditched it, even though it came out of the tube in shapes, kinda like at the Play-Do factory...

cats

Well, the cats are getting along much better now. Delilah doesn't attack Smokey for no apparent reason, or for ANY apparenty reason. Now she just wants to be his bestest friend in the whole wide world.

And that sickens Smokey lol. He still hates her. He doesn't slink around the house trying to go unnoticed by her, but he tries to avoid her at all costs. Whenever I'm in the living room or kitchen petting Smokey, Delilah comes running into the room to make sure that I can see her, and sits right in front of us. Smokey promptly leaves.

Dad decided that she is dumb as a post, but not quite as dumb as a box of rocks. Ashley was quite offended when I told her this in the morning. She says she doesn't feel sorry for Smokey any more because Delilah is just trying to make friends.

(I know most people don't care about my cats lol, but oh well.)

Still planning for Wes to come out the 12th through the 17th. He's just gotta find out when he's taking his GRE test, which will be soon.

Oh, I got a tag-board off to the right of the blog, so feel free to post in there, just to say hi. That way you don't have to leave comments on a specific subject, just leave somethin' up there.

Alright, it's time to get ready for work. Adios! I get tomorrow off, and that's when I start working on my purse!

Dewey

THANK YOU COREY! I thought maybe it was just MY library in college that didn't know what the Dewey Decimal System was. I went to the library ONCE to try to find some books to do some research. OMG. I couldn't find a damn thing. And I worked at a library for two years, shelving books. You'd think I could find this shit. But NOOOooooOOOooOOOoooOOooo.

Again. Thank you, Corey.

home at last

Well, I'm home from my weekend out at the lake (where I got sunburned) and from the base of the mountains (where I got to ride my bike on paved roads). It was a fun weekend, and I got to see my aunt and uncle again. We had good food and had fun.

Went to this little store that sells artsy type stuff and found some purses made out of license plates. They were freakin' awesome and I wanted to buy one. One even had a 1982 tag (the year I was born). But, the kicker is that they were FIFTY SIX DOLLARS. There is not a snowball's chance in Hell that I am paying that much for some hand made purse. I'll freakin' make one myself. Dad even has a gun-type thing for rivets, and I have to find some hinges. We have old plates in the garage, and plenty of old dilapidated cars in the neighborhood to steal plates from. I should be able to make some pretty easily.


One was cylindrical in shape, with metal ends that I liked a lot, but that would be harder to make than the square shaped ones. I'm pretty sure I could do it. On the website, they want even more for the stupid things. No way.

Well, that's it for me right now. I think I'm going to go find those old plates in the garage and start workin' on my new purse :) Adios.


(BTW, Corey, I was just joking about my sister and Wal*Mart...I wasn't offended...)

OMG too funny

Found this from a journal of a friend of a friend's. Rock, Paper, Saddam. Too freakin' funny.

Got my paycheck today. It was considerably smaller than the last one, but it's still money that I need so's I can pay off my credit card.

Oh, Corey. My sister works at Wal*Mart.

ahhhhhhh *sigh of relief*

It's the weekend! And I am ever so greatful. Or is it grateful? I really don't know or care at this juncture.

Tim wanted me to work this weekend. Too bad I already have plans to go places. Drats. I guess Nicole is starting to slack at work like the rest of the boys. She wanted Tim to teach her some new stuff at work, like changing air filters and checking the oil levels and stuff since she doesn't know how to do that, so he showed her how to do it and everything, then asked her to work a little later because we were short on people, and she just said, "No."

I got called in early to work 'cause Tim fired a guy. Go figure. It was Bryan, the kid no one likes 'cause he's a dick. So now we're short handed. And low on managers. How fun is work??? SOOOOO much fun. *eye roll*

Still goin' to the lake and mountains this weekend. Hope the cats don't get into it too badly. I guess it'd just be like if we were off at work or something. Who knows what they do when we're gone. Ashley's cat has this collar on w/ a bell on it. Ugh. You can hear here wherever she is in the house, and it makes Smokey all nervous. (I know I'm being a little too sympathetic towards a cat, but he's my cat, damnit.)

Well, my feets hurt. I think I'm gonna go relax for a bit. Got the weekend off, and I'm gonna spend as much time on my ass as possible. Except when I go in tomorrow to get my paycheck, of course. I think I'm gonna bring my bike up to the campground to ride around instead of walking because I'm lazy :D

Have a great weekend!

main street festival

Every July, the down town area of my hometown has the Main Street Festival, held every Thursday. All kinds of vendors are there, and there are those fun inflatable slides and obstacle courses (for $3 per turn).

Ashley, her friend Amy, and I went to this tonight because I needed to be social again. So I went, with the impression, given to Ashley and I by Mom, that we would get free airbrushed tattoos by Toni, one of the girls who works with Mom. We were disappointed to learn that we WOULDNT get them for free, but we paid for 'em anyway. I got stars on the inside of my wrist:

Work

Worked for 10+ hours yesterday, so I only have to work for 6 today. So that's pretty awesome.

Ashley's cat is still harassing mine, but she's doing better, as I've laid the smack down on her. Literally. Got the flyswatter out. She's skeered. As she should be.

Keyhole lake this weekend on Saturday, Big Horn Mountains Saturday and Sunday.

I think the cats are letting off pheremones, 'cause they're both super smelly today. Blech.

Delilah

Well, Ashley's stupid, retarded, asshole of a cat just moved in with us tonight. Her name is Delilah, and she's a mother of 5, and she's barely a year old herself.

First of all, she sit there and hisses at MY cat, who's been here for FOURTEEN years. It's HIS house. She is merely a guest here. Secondly, she fucking attacked my cat this evening when I was trying to feed him some snacks. Chased him all over the house and into the parents' bedroom under their bed. What a bitch.

But, she's afraid of the ceiling fan. Mom turned it on tonight when my aunt and uncle were here, and she started hissing at it and cowering in the next room. Too funny.

She also tried to make friends w/ my aunt and uncle, neither of whom like cats because they are allergic to them. My aunt was pretty miserable, what with 2 cats running amok. Smokey is now outside, hiding. I feel bad for him because this is HIS house, and she's run him off. He's 14 years old. Poor guy doesn't need this shit going on in his life. I hope he comes back inside soon to sleep in my bed. *sniff*

feets don't fail me now

Ugh. I have to work a 10+ hour day tomorrow because Nicole has it off so she can work on Saturday, so they need someone to open and close, which is me, because I'm the only other person trained to do that now that Cheri has gone, and Tim and Ken are both too busy working on cars in the shop or supervising the boys to do tickets (which is what I do.) Not looking forward to that.

But, on the plus side, I only work six hours on Thursday, so I don't have to go in 'til Noon.

My aunt and uncle will be in tomorrow, so I'll get to see them for the first time in a year (They come up here every summer, so it's not that big of a deal). It's nice to get to go up to the mountains to go see them and get out of this town for a while. Plus, we get to eat out at places they don't have here in town.

Weather's finally warming up, and we didn't have rain today like we have had for the last while, so that was kinda nice. It's nice to be able to use your air conditioning, after you paid so much for it.

I'm learning more "managerial" stuff at work every day. Closing duties, like the cash drawer and credit cards and whatnot. I get to boss the boys around, so that's great :) We've got two new ones, plus THREE applicants who came in today. All friends of Mark, I'm sure. Him and his stupid car and stereo system. Ugh. Turnover at this place is incredible. I've never seen anything like it. You'd think they'd hire people who actually WANT a job and to KEEP a job. Maybe that's just me.

Donating eggs

I've been thinking about this for the last year. I want to donate eggs so that other people can have children. I don't want children of my own, but by God, my genes should be running around this Earth somewhere. Kidding. But I really do want to donate eggs. My boyfriend at the time, Kyle, thought this was wholly unethical and a bad thing to do. That, what if in 18 years I had little Andreas coming to my door wanting to know why I did this. Well, first of all, I have no rights towards these children. The couple who is conceiving them is 100% responsible for them. I am not liable towards anything they do, and I cannot be asked to help support the children. They are in NO way my children, even though they are my 23 chromosomes.

Here is a link about the process. I guess you have to inject yourself with hormones, or have a good friend/boyfriend do it for you. I'm a prime candidate for the process; I fall within the right age group, medical history is good, and I'm not at risk for STDs. I'm really interested in doing this, and I have been for over a year now. Also, the recipient family of the eggs pays for everything. All your doctor visits, all the hormones, all the blood tests, the surgical procedure. Everything. Plus, you get a couple thousand dollars or more for the donation of your time, effort, and eggs. Can't beat that with a stick.

The more I read about it, the more I get to thinking about when they say that this is also an emotional procedure. But I really don't know why it would be emotional. I honestly don't want children of my own, but I'd like to help other people out who need the help. I don't think it would feel like giving up a baby for adoption or abortion, even though I don't know what either of those feelings ARE, as I've never even been pregnant. I do know I could do this. I could give myself injections for a few weeks, and I could undergo surgery. (Neither of which I have done, actually, but it doesn't frighten me to think about it. Granted I'm not about to go do this tomorrow...)

I think when I go back to Spearfish at the end of this month to get my shot again, I will ask the lady there about information and whatnot. She will surely be a good source to start with. I can also ask the school nurse when school starts, and my doctor here at home. In fact, next week when I have a day off, I should go see my doctor and ask her about all of this stuff. Yeah.

*insert witty title here*

Today at work was slowww. Goodness. I was suprised Ken didn't sent us home. Things did pick up later on in the day, but for the first few hours, it seemed like a wasted effort.

Hired two new guys today, they will start tomorrow, so that will be interesting. See how long they stick around for.

The fireworks show last night kinda sucked, but I think that's because I'm comparing it to the Pyro-Technics show that happened here last August for a week straight and lasted for hours each night. This year it was only half an hour long, if that, and "synchronized" to some music. Or something. We sat in a ditch to watch them, along with a ton of other people, some of whom were lighting off fireworks in a field of dry prairie grass and sagebrush! Morons. One of them went the wrong way and there were sparks flying all over on top of my car and some that almost hit us. I was pissed.

Gotta clean the bathroom tonight because we have company coming over on Wednesday. Why the shower needs cleaned, I don't know, but Mom says I have to do it. Not like Aunt Sharon and Uncle Bert are going to see it. Psh. Oh well.

Wes is ignoring me right now. So that's great. Really happy for that.

It's buttfreezing cold right now. Been drizzly all day long. Which, yeah, we need the rain. But it's July for crying out loud! It's supposed to be at LEAST 80* outside!! Oh well. Hopefully it will be warmer when the hoser comes out to visit.

Weird Ass Dream

I had some weird dream last night. There were a lot of different cars involved in it. I think my real car, the Escort, was in a wreck. So then I had some little maroon colored car. I was in the car with a few people when there was a big like, tidal wave that came and took over the park or whatever we were sitting in. My car was sucked down some spiral, like when you unplug the drain to the bath tub. We were scared that we were losing air and that water would start leaking in, but we didn't have anything to break the window...so the guy that was in the car with us just opened the door by slamming all his weight against it. Then, once we all got out of the car, we realized that we weren't under water anymore.

Next, that car was ruined for some reason, so Mom, Dad, Ashley, and I went out car shopping. We found this monstrous old red car, but it was a stick shift and was really cool, so I wanted it. Even though at this point my Escort was okay...I don't know.

So I drove it around for a while and really liked it because it drove like my little red Colt from last year. Then we're at some kind of theme park or something. We're playing miniature golf. I think I'm still with my family at this point. The last hole for the golf course was set underwater. You had to chip your ball into this tank that was 8 feet high and hope that the ball fell into the 18th hole. Mom tried it, and it didn't work. Then all of the sudden, Bob Saget from Full House was IN the tank, saying, "No, don't try that. Here." So I tossed him my ball and he lowered it down right next to the hole so that the fan underneath it would pick it up and I got a hole in one. Then I threw a few more in, but he'd left, and the fan turned off, so they just floated around in the water.

I also wondered how much money they made when people threw coins into the tank because there were a lot of pennies there.

Then there were some big stadium stands that I needed to find my parents in, and I did quite easily, and I'm not sure what we were looking at. There was no arena or anything. I think it was just a wilderness type area. 'Twas strange, with some water and maybe a water ride off in the distance. I had some trail mix, and Dad wanted some. He was complaining that the corn on the cob hadn't been cooked yet, but it had, the kernals were just really small. Not sure about that one, either. He asked if he should throw it on the ground under the stands, or hold onto it 'til he found a garbage can. I looked under the stands and there were a couple corn on the cobs down there, so I told him to go ahead.

Then he was asking for the trip home, what we wanted to eat. We only had three meals left. Pancakes, Steak, and something else that I can't remember, but Mom chose THAT one because we'd been having steaks a lot and pancakes were for breakfast. Duh.

Cutting

My sister is a cutter. I saw red marks on her wrist tonight at dinner, and before I could even stop myself, I asked "What's that on your wrist??" Halfway through asking, I realized what it was. But it was too late, I'd already started asking and there was no turning back. She covered it up by saying that they were scratches from Delilah, her cat, and that she's also gotten a cardboard cut at work. But the worst thing was that she didn't show Mom when she asked to see. By not showing her, Ashley is incriminating herself. They're gonna figure something's going on. She flat out refused to show them. If it was some normal scratch, it wouldn't have been that big of a deal. So something's up.

I think she did it on her right wrist on purpose, so they wouldn't see it when we're at dinner, as they sit to her right. I happened to see it because I sit to her left. But it would make more sense for her to cut her left arm because she's right handed. Why I'm even thinking of this is beyond me.

We went to the fireworks show, and Ashley and her little friend Amy were talking about it. So Amy knows. So on the way home, I asked her about the "scratches" and she wanted to know why I wanted to know. She finally gave in, saying it was a way of relieving stress when she couldn't get ahold of alcohol or anything else to numb her. I guess she's been having a lot of stress with one of the managers at work. I asked if maybe she thought she needed a new job. No, just a new manager.

She said last night when she was crying because of getting a written warning at work was the first time she'd cried since Grandpa Dodson died at the beginning of last September. That she couldn't even cry in junior high when our friend Matt died in a car accident. I told her maybe she needed to cry more if she needed to relieve stress. She says she just can't cry. And it pisses her off. She can cry at movies and while reading books and at stupid things, but she couldn't cry when a good friend died.

God. That's got to be hard. I have no idea how that feels. I cry all the time. Seriously. I'm just really emotional. It's not like a big drama fest or anything when I'm crying. No sobbing, no wailing...just tears. But I do cry, and I let out my stress. I told her maybe she should start going to the gym as a way to relieve stress. She's going to be in a Wellness class soon, anyway.

I don't know. It just scares me to think that when booze and weed aren't enough, and she has to start cutting her skin as a way to relieve stress. I guess I just don't know what's so stressful in her life that's causing this. I think I might need to talk to her more about her life and see what's going on. This scares me. She's not suicidal, I know that, and she told me that. But cutting? Arg. I hope this doesn't continue.

If any of my readers out there are religious, could you please pray for my sister? I don't want her to end up doing anything worse than what she is now. I want her to be happy with her job and her life. She deserves better than that. She's a good kid. A little mixed up, but a good kid, nonetheless. Thanks for any support out there.

rain

Well, we've been getting a few light sprinkles, and some heavy downpours for the last couple of days every day. This is really good for us 'cause it's so freakin' dry out here.

Not that anything's looking more green than it was before, but at least it's not so darn dusty around here.

Not sure what I'm doing for my 4th of July. I think Lance and I might sit out at the Camplex and watch the fireworks from the parking lot if it's not raining...like it is now. But I don't think it will be.

Well, she's doing it again. She's STILL thinking of taking him back. She said to me last night though, that she's not sure if she really does love him. Maybe it was just an infatuation. And that he's still lying to her, even though they're broken up. I'm glad she's starting to realize that this is a trend that he will always and forever be doing. You can't have a relationship like that. But she said that if he'd been with a certain amount of girls by the end of summer, she wasn't going to get back together with him. Hun...I think the number he's at is plenty already for you to decide that. But that's just me. Ugh, I don't know. I'm glad she's finally starting to see a little of what we see...Maybe that will help.

Well, I had to drag my ass out of bed this morning by 7 so I could get to work at a reasonable time. Boss man decided that after an hour, we didn't have enough people coming in to get their oil changed, so he sent us all home. I think we had five cars come in the first hour. That was it. Then he closed the shop and sent us packing. The stupid thing is that he should have opened the shop at 1pm or something because there was the 4th of July parade going on downtown this summer, so I don't think a lot of people are going to bring their cars in at that point in time to get their oil changed. Who knows.

So that was kinda nice, except for the fact that I didn't work on Wednesday so that I could work Saturday...so now I'm short 7 or 8 hours.

So I get home, help Dad take the front door out to the garage 'cause he's repainting it, dinked around in there for a while while he painted, ummm, then I helped him set up the tractor so that I could mow the lawn. We haven't had a lot of rain this summer, and we just have prairie grass for our lawn, so we don't bother to water it, so this is the first time it'd been mowed all summer. Then after that Mom, Ashley, and I watched the Celebrity Poker Championship on BRAVO. It was really captivating lol. Sadly. Then I spotted some weiner dogs running through our back yard chasing a rabbit, so I found them, Mom brought them some water, Dad figured out whose they were, even though they didn't have collars. We called their owners and waited for them to pick up their escapees, then we got a nice big rain storm and a TINY bit of hail. I was a little scared it was going to get bigger and my car was going to be more dented than it already is.

Kill me now

Today was a rough day at work. I wasn't mentally there half the time. Every time I thought I was on the ball and caught up, something would happen in the office that would take me some time to fix/do and I'd miss a car getting into the garage, so they wouldn't have the information for it like they were supposed to, and that happened a few times during the day. It was frustrating, and I was really glad when the day was over.

Also, it started raining near the end of the day, so less cars came in, thank goodness, but we were BUSY. We got over 120 cars through today. I think the most we've ever pushed through is 140some, but I wasn't working there at the time, so to me, this was the busiest we've ever been. Ugh. Ken, the owner, told me I was doing a good job today, so that made me feel better about being braindead today.

We (Mom, Dad, and I) went to Las Margaritas tonight for dinner. They had us sitting at a table that could be used for a family of four, or pushed together with another table to accomodate more. Well, the owner had forgotten they had a reservation for that area, so he had to move us after we'd already got our drinks and chips and salsa, so he promised us free desert. 'Twas yummy.

Dad had some to drink before we went, so he let Mom drive on the way there. I had complained about the interstate being covered in standing water, which is why I'd taken the old highway home from work, so Mom said that she'd have some liquor in her after dinner, so I could drive home. So the closer and closer we get to home, the more Mom starts pretending to nitpick about my driving. "Don't go over those railroad tracks at 40 miles an hour, now!" Then Dad tells me that "anything over 50mph is okay." So I'd drive in the other lane going around corners, or not, just on straight roads, and I'd swerve at things that weren't there, or brake really hard. Mom kept telling me to watch out for things, so I'd pretend to aim for mailboxes and stuff down the road. Then we got to the driveway, so I went really fast through the puddles to make sure they'd splash on her car, and then she told me not to park crooked in the garage, so of course I did. She's practically on Dad's side of the garage. HAHAHA. Then she called me an "evil bitch."

Dad's listening to the Traveling Willburrys in the living room. I love these guys.

I'm so incredibly tired. I could fall asleep right here. At not even 9pm. Sheesh.

Sleep sweet sleep

Wes called me at 1 o'clock this morning 'cause he said he would after he and Darrell got back from Spiderman 2 (again). Usually I wake up for those, but not last night...I didn't even hear the phone ring. It was rather nice, really, didn't have to wake up in the middle of the night for a phone call, even though it was Wes. We wouldn't have talked very long, is the thing.

After we had the conversation about what bothers us about the other while we're on the phone, we haven't had a grouchy conversation yet. I'm glad we did it.

Dad got a new phone for the kitchen since the old one broke. He's quite proud of it because when you hit the "page" button to find the handset, not only does the handset beep at you, the antenna lights up. He kept showing it off to me last night, even though I'd seen it like, 3 times before. Old people are funny.

Dad's trying to get tickets or something to see Jalan Crossland in Ten Sleep over the weekend of the 14th-15th of August, which is when Wes will be here, and he and Mom are going to be camping, so that means Wes and I WILL have a night or two to spend together without the parents around. That will be nice, since he's only going to be here for a few days.

I bought some clear flavored soda at Wal*Mart on Wednesday. My sister keeps drinking the fucking stuff because she thinks that Dad's going to pay me back for it, but I never asked him to, but she's STILL DRINKING IT. Grrr. She needs to stop that right now. And to top it off, she doesn't even finish a whole bottle of it!! I woke up this morning to find a bottle, open, on the kitchen table, with some soda still in it. WTF?

Work

Well, I didn't get to sit down ONCE today at work, which was quite unusual, since I always try to sneak in a "sit down" when we're not busy. Thing was, we weren't ever not busy today, and Ken, the boss and owner of the shop was in all day today.

The reason he was in all day today was 'cause Cheri was sent home due to the fact that she's too pregnant. There's a lot of heavy lifting to do, and she won't let other people do it for her, she just goes and does it and we have to stop her from it, so Ken just "suggested" (I think) that she not come in anymore and wait for the baby because she's due in a couple weeks. So yeah, that sucked, 'cause I really liked Cheri, even though I hear a lot of the people who worked there didn't like her. But I thought she was great. Probably 'cause we're really close in age, I think had a lot to do with it.

I got to play manager today since Cheri's gone. We were out of $1s and $10s and quarters, so I got to write up the little slip, get money out of the cash register, and give it to Nicole and tell her we needed money. Felt so "managerial." hehehe.

Some guy came in to get his oil changed. When I walked up to the truck, he had a check written out to us, with the date, plus his mileage, and signed, the old sticker, and two $5 bills and told me, "Here, get a soda for everyone." So later on in the day, I got to walk around and hand everyone a dollar in quarters. "A dollar for you. And you. And one for you." It was a cheery feeling. (Because it wasn't my money, and I got to keep the extra. MUWAhahahahaha!)