Tonight is the last night of Deadweird, where everyone in Deadwood dresses up in costumes and are judged. By who, I'm not sure, but on Saturday night, there were a lot of costumes out already. Monty Python's knights from the Holy Grail, garden trolls, witches, angels, devils, monsters. It was really cool. I didn't see anything last night because I only worked 'til 3pm and was home afterwards. Hopefully, with tonight being Halloween, and me working, we'll have a lot of people dressed up. The casino is already decorated and spooky.
Even at Applebee's everyone was in the spirit, but they said they had to dress up for Halloween, and they each had numbers on their backs, and we got to vote for the one we liked the best. I wish we could dress up at work because that would be a lot of fun. They got to do it at the other casinos...*sigh*
Monday, October 31, 2005
Sunday, October 30, 2005
thought this was funny
I found this on the Where's George? forums, and got a chuckle out of it:
Posted by Rochester Mike on August 22, 2002 at 8:13 AM:
Posted by Rochester Mike on August 22, 2002 at 8:13 AM:
So, last night, I go to eat at McDoughballs (you know where I mean) and I order two cheeseburgers, no onions, and a coke. I hand the kid at the register a series 1999 $5, "Georged" with the round FRB stamp on the front and the web address on the back.
The kid looks at the bill, then calls the manager over. The manager looks at the bill, dissapears in back, then returns to the counter carrying a thick black binder. He flips a few pages, then looks at me and says "Sorry, we can't accept this bill."
"Why not?" I say.
"Well," says the manager, "do you see this picture? Your bill is different than the one in this picture, and we can not accept it."
"Okay." I said. Fortunately for me, I had a pocket full of quarters, and proceded to count out $3.50 in quarters.
The kid piped up "I don't think we can take that many quarters." I'll save everyone the math, $3.50 is 14 quarters.
Getting preturbed, and with the manager still nearby, I said to the kid "The quarters, or the bill. Decide now."
The manager said to the kid that they could accept the quarters "this time".
But now the real fun begins!
My order arrives, and in typical fast food fashion, the burgurs are compacted to a height of about 1/2 inch, and lopsided. I indicate for the manager to come over to the counter.
He walked over and asked "What's the problem?"
"Sorry," I said, "I can not accept these burgers."
"Why not?" he asked.
"Well," I said, "Do you see the picture of the cheeseburger behind you? These burgers in front of me bear no resemblance to the one in the picture, and I will not accept them."
The manager knew then that he was in a no win situation, but he did his best to appease me. "How about if I make you two fresh cheeseburgers that look better than these two?" he asked.
"That would be fine", I said, chuckling to myself, knowing what was going to happen next.
So the manager went back and supervised the creation of my two new burgers, and brought them out to me a few minutes later.
"I hope these are more to your liking, sir", said the manager. I could tell that he was seething underneath.
"Well," I said, "They do look better, but there is a problem."
"WHAT'S THE PROBLEM NOW?" he explodes.
Calmly, I looked at him, smiled, and said "When I placed my order, I said No Onions."
He remade the entire order for me again.
i guess we don't have to worry about me becoming addicted...
Yesterday when I got off work, Mom and my sister, Ashley came to Deadwood to visit me. We went downtown and gambled at three different casinos, with me losing $10 at the first table, $14 at the next, and $20 at the last table for a combined loss of $44. Better than my other nights out, I suppose, but that's why I only go out gambling one every month or so. At the last table, I just wanted to leave, so I was trying to get rid of the last $6 I had, but every time I put down my chips, I'd win. So I'd put down more, until I was finally up to $15, which would have left me only $5 short on that table. Nope...lost it all. I suck at this game, but it's the only one I like to play.
Everyone at the casinos thought my sister and I were twins. One of my co-workers even though I was playing on a machine at work (when I'm not supposed to be, house rules), and almost went up to Ashley and told her she shouldn't be playing. I told him to do it anyway because it would make her mad, haha. Am I a good big sister, or what?
We went back to work to have dinner because I'd recieved some free meals as a birthday present from my manager, so I "treated" us all to steaks, which were very yummy. Aaron supervised them and made sure they were done correctly, since he was working that night.
We had a really good time, despite losing my money, but oh well. That's what gambling is, really. Although Mom did win $600 on a machine at our last stop, so that was really good. It's nice for someone to go away a winner, at least.
And thank goodness for Daylight Savings Time because I was gettin' tired of driving to work in the dark on weekends. Those deer out there scare me.
Everyone at the casinos thought my sister and I were twins. One of my co-workers even though I was playing on a machine at work (when I'm not supposed to be, house rules), and almost went up to Ashley and told her she shouldn't be playing. I told him to do it anyway because it would make her mad, haha. Am I a good big sister, or what?
We went back to work to have dinner because I'd recieved some free meals as a birthday present from my manager, so I "treated" us all to steaks, which were very yummy. Aaron supervised them and made sure they were done correctly, since he was working that night.
We had a really good time, despite losing my money, but oh well. That's what gambling is, really. Although Mom did win $600 on a machine at our last stop, so that was really good. It's nice for someone to go away a winner, at least.
And thank goodness for Daylight Savings Time because I was gettin' tired of driving to work in the dark on weekends. Those deer out there scare me.
Friday, October 28, 2005
the NEX generation
So, after almost my entire lifetime, Nintendo is coming out with the NEX system. It is a new, sleek original Nintendo Entertainment System. It plays all of the cartridge games you've been saving up since you were five years old, and it also plays the Japanese-made cartridges as well (which I guess I wasn't aware that the originals didn't play the Japanese cartridges).
It's only $50!
In other news, next semester is going to suck. It's my methods block of classes, from 8am to 3pm, Monday through Friday, professional attire, and uh...yeah. I don't know how that's going to work with my work schedule, but as our teacher said, "This is a career commitment. Your current job needs to know that." Guess I'll have to talk to Marvin tomorrow at work if he's there, or leave him a note, or something.
Anyway, I'm going to try to figure this database thingy out for my computer class. I just thought the new Nintendo thing was pretty cool.
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
moose!
I've been looking around at more foreign coins and what not lately (okay, tonight), and I found the cutest coin ever! According to the site I found it on, this coin was designed by an 11 year old in British Columbia, for Canada Day. I want one!
Aaron and I will be carving our pumpkins tonight, as soon as we get the kitchen table cleaned off and digest our dinners (mmm, steak), and I will post pictures. We're going to set them outside the window in the living room, underneath our upstairs neighbor's deck, so hopefully no one will mess with them.
Work's been going well, school's alright, and things are all in all pretty okay.
huh?
Dream:
I'm waiting in a line to go somewhere. The line forks, like traffic does with an exit ramp on the Interstate, but I'm in the wrong fork. A girl in the right fork says "Well, maybe someone will scoot over," so I shove myself over behind her. Then she turns into Ashlee Simpson with blonde hair and lots of bangs, and starts telling me the groups she's in and on what days they meet. Then she turns into Sonja at work who's taking keys from someone and signing them back in (something I really do at work, actually), but she doesn't know how to do it well, so I take over for her, and am signing in about five keys for every person on the other side of the cage.
wtf?
Awake. Tonight we slaughter the pumpkins. It is a "team night" for my Human Relations class, so we don't meet tonight, and that is awesome. I can't find my partner's email address, though, so I don't know how I'm going to get ahold of her, aside from talking to her in another class we have together tomorrow night.
Bowling only lasts for another three class periods, so next Friday is my last day of bowling, and then I'm back to sleeping in on Tuesdays and Thursdays! Yessssss.
Anywho, I have a test to take in half an hour. Gotta get ready.
I'm waiting in a line to go somewhere. The line forks, like traffic does with an exit ramp on the Interstate, but I'm in the wrong fork. A girl in the right fork says "Well, maybe someone will scoot over," so I shove myself over behind her. Then she turns into Ashlee Simpson with blonde hair and lots of bangs, and starts telling me the groups she's in and on what days they meet. Then she turns into Sonja at work who's taking keys from someone and signing them back in (something I really do at work, actually), but she doesn't know how to do it well, so I take over for her, and am signing in about five keys for every person on the other side of the cage.
wtf?
Awake. Tonight we slaughter the pumpkins. It is a "team night" for my Human Relations class, so we don't meet tonight, and that is awesome. I can't find my partner's email address, though, so I don't know how I'm going to get ahold of her, aside from talking to her in another class we have together tomorrow night.
Bowling only lasts for another three class periods, so next Friday is my last day of bowling, and then I'm back to sleeping in on Tuesdays and Thursdays! Yessssss.
Anywho, I have a test to take in half an hour. Gotta get ready.
Monday, October 24, 2005
One more reason...
One more reason to hate my computer class. On Wednesday the 19th, I went on the field trip to the reservation. It was supposed to be on th 5th, but that was cancelled due to snow. I'd told my computer teacher I was going to be gone on the 5th because of the field trip, but I didn't tell her it was cancelled and I'd be going on the 19th and missing class that day. That was my fault, I admit. Then, Friday, I'm up early, working on the assignment that was due Wednesday, not realizing how long the stupid spreadsheet was going to take. I didn't get it done in time, so I finish it up, not going to class, 'cause it was too late by then.
So I showed up to class early this morning to ask her if I'd missed any assignments those two days. She said, "Do you realize what you just asked? *high pitched voice* 'Did we do anything important in class?' *normal voice* Of course we did something important in class, we do something important in class every day."
Jeez.
So she says she doesn't have time to talk to me before class, and to come to her after class.
Teacher: Okay, now what about the spreadsheet assignment?
Me: Done, right here. *points to print outs*
Teacher: Oooookay. Chapter four crossword puzzle?
Me: Done, handed in. *points to pile of crossword puzzles*
Teacher: Hmmm. Okay. What about the charting assignment?
Me: Didn't get that one.
So she tells me what it is, and that she'd gone over chapter four, which was "pretty technical" so I might want to look over it, and know the difference between kilobytes, megabytes, and gigabytes.
So basically, I missed ONE thing, and she doesn't realize this when she's first talking to me, and is a bitch to me and mocking me with the high-pitched voice. What kind of teacher is that? Then she realizes that I actually have my stuff done and together, except that one assignment. Then she was nicer.
Oh, and I got a 27/30 on my teacher website I had to make for the class, which computes to a 90%, so that was pretty cool. I think I'll do well on the midterm on Wednesday, it shouldn't be too hard.
And I realized my book reviews for Indian Education aren't due 'til the 23rd of November, not the 3rd, as I previously thought, so that alleviates some stress right there. Whew.
And for those of you who comment, I had to put up the stupid word verification thing, 'cause I started getting spammers. Took 'em a while to find me, but oh well.
So I showed up to class early this morning to ask her if I'd missed any assignments those two days. She said, "Do you realize what you just asked? *high pitched voice* 'Did we do anything important in class?' *normal voice* Of course we did something important in class, we do something important in class every day."
Jeez.
So she says she doesn't have time to talk to me before class, and to come to her after class.
Teacher: Okay, now what about the spreadsheet assignment?
Me: Done, right here. *points to print outs*
Teacher: Oooookay. Chapter four crossword puzzle?
Me: Done, handed in. *points to pile of crossword puzzles*
Teacher: Hmmm. Okay. What about the charting assignment?
Me: Didn't get that one.
So she tells me what it is, and that she'd gone over chapter four, which was "pretty technical" so I might want to look over it, and know the difference between kilobytes, megabytes, and gigabytes.
So basically, I missed ONE thing, and she doesn't realize this when she's first talking to me, and is a bitch to me and mocking me with the high-pitched voice. What kind of teacher is that? Then she realizes that I actually have my stuff done and together, except that one assignment. Then she was nicer.
Oh, and I got a 27/30 on my teacher website I had to make for the class, which computes to a 90%, so that was pretty cool. I think I'll do well on the midterm on Wednesday, it shouldn't be too hard.
And I realized my book reviews for Indian Education aren't due 'til the 23rd of November, not the 3rd, as I previously thought, so that alleviates some stress right there. Whew.
And for those of you who comment, I had to put up the stupid word verification thing, 'cause I started getting spammers. Took 'em a while to find me, but oh well.
Saturday, October 22, 2005
pumpkins!
As promised, a picture of the pumpkins, pre-slaughtering.
Aaron's is the orange one, mine's the white one.
Friday, October 21, 2005
Where's George, school, and pumpkins
Ha, I've been playing around with Where's George, I got my new stamp, and all that jazz. I've been getting more hits lately on my bills because of the tips I've been making, marking, and entering, so that's a lot of fun. I just got an email today from a Georger who's bill I hit earlier in the week, and she has the same birthday as me, and emailed me to let me know. My profile view tells people that I'm "getting the hang of things" and also that I'm "just really nice." I didn't put those on my profile, they're based on my posts and bills with hits, I guess. I've been a pretty big nerd about it lately, looking up more money links, and I even found out that one of my floor supervisors at work bought 20 (!!) one dollar silver certificates from a customer! And he got a Walking Liberty half dollar from about 1943 or so right before I showed up to work.. Arg. I hope that happens to me some day soon. What I'd give for a silver certificate.
I got that paper done that I was super-stressing about earlier, and I think I did really well on it, because a lot of the girls in the class seemed quite upset when they saw what the criterion were (mostly because we only had three sentences of instruction on how to write the paper, and everyone tried to cram it into the 5-7 pages that was expected, whereas I couldn't delete THAT much information from mine, and it ended up being 15 pages long), so my stress level has gone down quite a bit, and I know Aaron is thankful for that! I think my bowling class is kind of helping me with that, too, because it's something I can go out and do, and it's just a good relaxer, and it's fun, and my scores are improving, so that makes it a lot more fun. I'm still wayyyyy below most of the boys' scores, but so are most of us girls in the class. I'm usually the high scorer in my group, so that makes me feel better haha.
We got our pumpkins for Halloween, and we're going to try to carve them up sometime after the weekend so they stay pretty fresh for Halloween, even though neither of us are going to be home that night. I'll post pictures of them before and after.
That's about all the news I have for now.
I got that paper done that I was super-stressing about earlier, and I think I did really well on it, because a lot of the girls in the class seemed quite upset when they saw what the criterion were (mostly because we only had three sentences of instruction on how to write the paper, and everyone tried to cram it into the 5-7 pages that was expected, whereas I couldn't delete THAT much information from mine, and it ended up being 15 pages long), so my stress level has gone down quite a bit, and I know Aaron is thankful for that! I think my bowling class is kind of helping me with that, too, because it's something I can go out and do, and it's just a good relaxer, and it's fun, and my scores are improving, so that makes it a lot more fun. I'm still wayyyyy below most of the boys' scores, but so are most of us girls in the class. I'm usually the high scorer in my group, so that makes me feel better haha.
We got our pumpkins for Halloween, and we're going to try to carve them up sometime after the weekend so they stay pretty fresh for Halloween, even though neither of us are going to be home that night. I'll post pictures of them before and after.
That's about all the news I have for now.
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
life on the rez
Today was our field trip to the Pine Ridge reservation to observe K-8 schools in that area. One was a private, Catholic school, one was a public school, and the other was a contract school. There was one more school we were supposed to go to, but their was recently a death in the community, so there was no school for the day, as they were holding a wake in the building for the community.
Getting up at the butt crack of dawn is not my favorite thing to do. Especially when coupled with only two hours of sleep after working for 9.5 hours in the casino and making crappy tips because the Canadians don't know how to tip. But their money sure is silly! Actually, I like their money more than ours, color-scheme-wise, and think we should adopt that idea. Or steal it, I guess. We've already made our new 20s green and our new 50s red, just like theirs.
Anyway, back to my original story: the reservation. Driving through the reservation was probably one of the most depressing things I've seen. Now, I live out in the country, 10 miles from town, and I've seen a few weird things. Cars piled up in backyards, dogs running amok, you know. Well, each house we drove by had between five and 10 cars in their yard. Some were wrecked, some were burned beyond recognition, some were older than dirt, and I'm sure one or two of them worked. There was stuff all over the yards, there were animals everywhere, and the houses looked dilapidated and in disrepair. There was graffiti all over the buildings and cars.
It honest to God made me sad. I know that we, currently, are not the direct cause of their living conditions. We, in 2005, did not force the Indians off their land and create the Allottment Act, where men were awarded 160 acres of land, and women 80 acres of land, and anything that wasn't claimed by an Indian was sold to the white man. The Indians lost 90 million acres of land. And the land they did get was crappy land. Part of what we drove through looked like the Badlands. It was sandy, dry soil, with prairie grass and not a lot of trees.
And the reason they have to live the way they do right now is because of what happend back in the 1900s and earlier. We thought we were doing them a favor, making them less reliant on the government for their food and provisions by making them self-sufficient and forcing them to be farmers and ranchers, which is not what they were. By taking their children away from them and putting them in boarding schools, where they couldn't learn to function in a White society, but when they got back home, couldn't learn to function in their native society. It's sad.
I guess in elementary school, you really just get the fairy tale version of everything, don't you? I mean, I knew the Indians got the fuzzy end of the lollypop, but still...being from Wyoming, I didn't grow up with any of that, really. So yeah, a depressing day, all in all. The first and third school we saw were in bad condition, and the private school was really nice, but that's because they have benefactors and the students have a tuition to pay.
Not to mention the ride in the van sucked 'cause the roads were bumpy and it was hard to sleep on them...
Getting up at the butt crack of dawn is not my favorite thing to do. Especially when coupled with only two hours of sleep after working for 9.5 hours in the casino and making crappy tips because the Canadians don't know how to tip. But their money sure is silly! Actually, I like their money more than ours, color-scheme-wise, and think we should adopt that idea. Or steal it, I guess. We've already made our new 20s green and our new 50s red, just like theirs.
Anyway, back to my original story: the reservation. Driving through the reservation was probably one of the most depressing things I've seen. Now, I live out in the country, 10 miles from town, and I've seen a few weird things. Cars piled up in backyards, dogs running amok, you know. Well, each house we drove by had between five and 10 cars in their yard. Some were wrecked, some were burned beyond recognition, some were older than dirt, and I'm sure one or two of them worked. There was stuff all over the yards, there were animals everywhere, and the houses looked dilapidated and in disrepair. There was graffiti all over the buildings and cars.
It honest to God made me sad. I know that we, currently, are not the direct cause of their living conditions. We, in 2005, did not force the Indians off their land and create the Allottment Act, where men were awarded 160 acres of land, and women 80 acres of land, and anything that wasn't claimed by an Indian was sold to the white man. The Indians lost 90 million acres of land. And the land they did get was crappy land. Part of what we drove through looked like the Badlands. It was sandy, dry soil, with prairie grass and not a lot of trees.
And the reason they have to live the way they do right now is because of what happend back in the 1900s and earlier. We thought we were doing them a favor, making them less reliant on the government for their food and provisions by making them self-sufficient and forcing them to be farmers and ranchers, which is not what they were. By taking their children away from them and putting them in boarding schools, where they couldn't learn to function in a White society, but when they got back home, couldn't learn to function in their native society. It's sad.
I guess in elementary school, you really just get the fairy tale version of everything, don't you? I mean, I knew the Indians got the fuzzy end of the lollypop, but still...being from Wyoming, I didn't grow up with any of that, really. So yeah, a depressing day, all in all. The first and third school we saw were in bad condition, and the private school was really nice, but that's because they have benefactors and the students have a tuition to pay.
Not to mention the ride in the van sucked 'cause the roads were bumpy and it was hard to sleep on them...
Monday, October 17, 2005
urrrrrrrg
Ever had one of those days where everything just seems to fall apart for no apparent reason? Yeah, today was that day. School, work, being tired, more bank problems, and my birthday kinda sucked. Just had a meltdown.
Going to try to get some stuff done at work tonight. See if I can bring my laptop with me and work on homework during breaks, or just read, or maybe it'll be slow tonight. I don't know.
Middle Level Methods midterm due Thursday
Inquiry-based learning paper due Thursday
Three book reports on books about or by Indians due...November 3rd?
Dr. Carl Grant paper due Monday, October 24, I think.
Spreadsheets on Excel due Wednesday
Team project due Wednesday, November 9th, haven't even gotten together with my partner to work on that.
I don't know, I probably have more stuff due, I just can't remember it. This is getting stressful. I know I procrastinate in the worst possible way, but I work better under pressure. Just maybe not this much pressure.
Going to try to get some stuff done at work tonight. See if I can bring my laptop with me and work on homework during breaks, or just read, or maybe it'll be slow tonight. I don't know.
Middle Level Methods midterm due Thursday
Inquiry-based learning paper due Thursday
Three book reports on books about or by Indians due...November 3rd?
Dr. Carl Grant paper due Monday, October 24, I think.
Spreadsheets on Excel due Wednesday
Team project due Wednesday, November 9th, haven't even gotten together with my partner to work on that.
I don't know, I probably have more stuff due, I just can't remember it. This is getting stressful. I know I procrastinate in the worst possible way, but I work better under pressure. Just maybe not this much pressure.
more zombie dreams
Y'know how if you wake up from a bad dream, you usually sit up for a while, not wanting to go back to sleep, because you're scared you'll dream the same thing again...but really, you just have a different dream when you go to sleep? Well, not this time.
We're in a small, 2 story house out in the country, and I think it's just my mother and me, but not my real mom, just a dream mom. People start showing up outside our house, blank look in their eyes, ramming into the house. I somehow realize what they are (I am an expert because I have seen two zombie movies, "Dawn of the Dead" and "Shaun of the Dead") and start to quietly go through the house and shut the windows and the doors. They seem very non-aggressive for zombies, but nonetheless, we board up the house.
Later, I come around the corner into the front entry way to see my dream mom sitting partially on the front porch, partially in the house, to get some sun. But there are zombies in the front yard, not really doing anything. I think it's because everything is so quiet. Then my dream mom gets up and walks back into the house, but doesn't shut the door behind her. A lone zombie walks in, and we both realize it, as my dream mom slinks away with a guilty look in her face, and as I run upstairs and lock myself in the bathroom.
*WAKE*
I'm in the same two story house, except now my dream mom is gone, replaced with dream older brother and dream much younger sister. We are upstairs where the bedrooms are, and my little sister is sick. I think she has the Measles, but only because that's what she told me in the dream. She has her door blocked off somehow so that the zombies couldn't make it inside if they got in the house and made their way upstairs, even though the door is still open a crack for me to get in and out and check on her. I eventually put her in the master bedroom for my brother to look after, and lay in her bed, wondering if now I'll get the Measles. It's the most uncomfortable bed on the planet, so I get up and go into the bedroom with the other two. We're looking out the windows, which are for some reason all over the rooms, on every wall, and notice that the tops of the zombies' heads are just visible out the windows. Odd for a two story house. Then my dream brother looks and sees that one of them is entering through the back door because it didn't get shut/locked for some reason, and makes a crude joke about "he must like coming in the back door, hehehehe."
*WAKE*
And yeah...weird.
Thank you everyone for the birthday wishes! I spent my birthday up at 5:30am, working for eight hours, but my supervisor bought me lunch, so that was nice of him. Aaron got off work early for me so we could go to dinner, even though it was just Applebee's. And today is the beginning of my worst three days of the week:
Today -
11am - 12pm: class.
1pm - 2pm: class.
2:30pm: leave for work.
3pm - 12:30am: work.
Tuesday -
9:30am-10:45am: class.
3pm - 12:30am: work.
Wednesday -
11am - 12pm: class.
1pm - 2pm: class.
4pm - 7pm: class.
So. Lots of stuff going on that either don't last for a long time and have short breaks inbetween, or work that lasts a rediculously long nine and a half hours and having to get up earlyish the next day for more classes.
But at 8pm when "Lost" starts, my week gets a little better.
We're in a small, 2 story house out in the country, and I think it's just my mother and me, but not my real mom, just a dream mom. People start showing up outside our house, blank look in their eyes, ramming into the house. I somehow realize what they are (I am an expert because I have seen two zombie movies, "Dawn of the Dead" and "Shaun of the Dead") and start to quietly go through the house and shut the windows and the doors. They seem very non-aggressive for zombies, but nonetheless, we board up the house.
Later, I come around the corner into the front entry way to see my dream mom sitting partially on the front porch, partially in the house, to get some sun. But there are zombies in the front yard, not really doing anything. I think it's because everything is so quiet. Then my dream mom gets up and walks back into the house, but doesn't shut the door behind her. A lone zombie walks in, and we both realize it, as my dream mom slinks away with a guilty look in her face, and as I run upstairs and lock myself in the bathroom.
*WAKE*
I'm in the same two story house, except now my dream mom is gone, replaced with dream older brother and dream much younger sister. We are upstairs where the bedrooms are, and my little sister is sick. I think she has the Measles, but only because that's what she told me in the dream. She has her door blocked off somehow so that the zombies couldn't make it inside if they got in the house and made their way upstairs, even though the door is still open a crack for me to get in and out and check on her. I eventually put her in the master bedroom for my brother to look after, and lay in her bed, wondering if now I'll get the Measles. It's the most uncomfortable bed on the planet, so I get up and go into the bedroom with the other two. We're looking out the windows, which are for some reason all over the rooms, on every wall, and notice that the tops of the zombies' heads are just visible out the windows. Odd for a two story house. Then my dream brother looks and sees that one of them is entering through the back door because it didn't get shut/locked for some reason, and makes a crude joke about "he must like coming in the back door, hehehehe."
*WAKE*
And yeah...weird.
Thank you everyone for the birthday wishes! I spent my birthday up at 5:30am, working for eight hours, but my supervisor bought me lunch, so that was nice of him. Aaron got off work early for me so we could go to dinner, even though it was just Applebee's. And today is the beginning of my worst three days of the week:
Today -
11am - 12pm: class.
1pm - 2pm: class.
2:30pm: leave for work.
3pm - 12:30am: work.
Tuesday -
9:30am-10:45am: class.
3pm - 12:30am: work.
Wednesday -
11am - 12pm: class.
1pm - 2pm: class.
4pm - 7pm: class.
So. Lots of stuff going on that either don't last for a long time and have short breaks inbetween, or work that lasts a rediculously long nine and a half hours and having to get up earlyish the next day for more classes.
But at 8pm when "Lost" starts, my week gets a little better.
Sunday, October 16, 2005
23
Well, here it is, my 23rd birthday, and here I am, at 6:36am, getting ready for work. I didn't ask for my birthday off because I didn't want to burden anyone else at work, as the days I work are the only days I can work, so I wouldn't have been able to make it up for the person who covered for me at some point in time. Fortunately, I work in the morning so I'll get off by the afternoon. Unfortunately, Aaron will be starting his shift at work just as I am ending mine. I am also not a millionaire, as the Powerball jackpot has reached a record high of $340million, indicating that nobody had the winning numbers drawn last night.
As I was going through my webcomics this morning, I found that Fish from Pooch Cafe' shares a birthday with me. That link will only work today, October 16th, however, otherwise you'll have to back track to Sunday to read it.
Nothing exciting happens on 23, except now my parent's insurance won't cover me and I have to wait for my own student insurance to take effect. Hopefully nothing bad happens to me until then.
Well, that's all I have for today. I'll probably be doing homework or napping when I get off work. Maybe I'll go to Dairy Queen and buy me an ice cream cake or something.
As I was going through my webcomics this morning, I found that Fish from Pooch Cafe' shares a birthday with me. That link will only work today, October 16th, however, otherwise you'll have to back track to Sunday to read it.
Nothing exciting happens on 23, except now my parent's insurance won't cover me and I have to wait for my own student insurance to take effect. Hopefully nothing bad happens to me until then.
Well, that's all I have for today. I'll probably be doing homework or napping when I get off work. Maybe I'll go to Dairy Queen and buy me an ice cream cake or something.
Friday, October 14, 2005
Hot Dogs
Today at lunch, Aaron asks me if I remember the hot dog incident last night. Thoroughly confused, I say no, and ask what he's talking about. Last night while he was tossing and turning, trying to get to sleep, and while I was asleep, I sat up, turned around and said, "I have to get rid of the hot dogs." Laying down again, Aaron says, "I think you're delusional," to which I respond, "You're probably right."
I don't remember any of this. Or having any dreams about hot dogs.
I don't remember any of this. Or having any dreams about hot dogs.
Thursday, October 13, 2005
oh deer, how i loathe you.
...But you taste so yummy. Driving on the Interstate at night is just about the scariest thing ever. Remember my whole "invisioning deer around every curve and behind every bush" thing? Yeah. Except now, there really are deer, and they're really big and scary. And there were lots and lots and lots of deer smears on the road on the way to and from Gillette. More fresh ones on the way back because it was dark an dthey were freshly hit. Gross. I think some of them were coyotes or something like that, 'cause they were awful small.
Anyway, enough grossness.
Bowling lasted until 10:30am. Then I rushed around town trying to find Powerball tickets for my parents. The first place I stop has a broken machine and can't get tickets to print up. The second place has a broken keyboard to the computer dealing with the cash register. They had to add up everything by hand. Ha. And there was a line. I get the tickets and go. 85 MPH the whole way. And I'm still a couple minutes late for my appointment. Had some x-rays taken, cleaning, and I'm done.
Smelly Cat seemed happy to see me. So happy that when I thought he was going to nuzzle up to me and be nice, he bit me on the lip and told me he wanted food. It was a love bite, so it didn't hurt, but it suprised the heck out of me.
I brought the Nintendo DS home to show the family my new game. Mom and Ashley thought it was cute and played with Sampson for a bit, and talked to him like you would talk to a puppy. Ashley tried to teach him some tricks, but he's programmed to my voice. Dad thought it was silly, and that Aaron likes gadgets haha, which is true.
For my birthday dinner, we went to Bootleggers in the Clarion Plaza, which is a 1920s based Italian restaurant, I had the Seafood Stuffed Chicken Breast on angelhair noodles with alfredo sauce. It was super yum.
Then there was the drive home, filled with deer and roadkill. Sweet.
Anyway, enough grossness.
Bowling lasted until 10:30am. Then I rushed around town trying to find Powerball tickets for my parents. The first place I stop has a broken machine and can't get tickets to print up. The second place has a broken keyboard to the computer dealing with the cash register. They had to add up everything by hand. Ha. And there was a line. I get the tickets and go. 85 MPH the whole way. And I'm still a couple minutes late for my appointment. Had some x-rays taken, cleaning, and I'm done.
Smelly Cat seemed happy to see me. So happy that when I thought he was going to nuzzle up to me and be nice, he bit me on the lip and told me he wanted food. It was a love bite, so it didn't hurt, but it suprised the heck out of me.
I brought the Nintendo DS home to show the family my new game. Mom and Ashley thought it was cute and played with Sampson for a bit, and talked to him like you would talk to a puppy. Ashley tried to teach him some tricks, but he's programmed to my voice. Dad thought it was silly, and that Aaron likes gadgets haha, which is true.
For my birthday dinner, we went to Bootleggers in the Clarion Plaza, which is a 1920s based Italian restaurant, I had the Seafood Stuffed Chicken Breast on angelhair noodles with alfredo sauce. It was super yum.
Then there was the drive home, filled with deer and roadkill. Sweet.
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
they say absence makes the heart grow fungus.
Wow, it's been forever since I posted. Sorry loyal readers, all four of you. Ever since bowling stared, I don't have a single day to sleep in, and therefore (especially on Tuesdays and Wednesdays), I am very tired. Plus all that homework crap they keep piling on us doesn't help my case much, either.
Mom and Dad stopped by the apartment on Saturday, I think it was. Either that or Sunday. I forget. Anway, they dropped off my birthday present a little early, and we talked for a while, and it was good to see them again. I'm going home tomorrow for a dentist appointment and will see them anyway. Speaking of which, I need to pick out something to eat for my birthday dinner.
Aaron and I are going to do something for my birthday next Thursday, as we're both very busy up until that point and both work on Sunday, so we'll figure something out. For my birthday, he got me the game Nintendogs, for the Nintendo DS thingy, which he also bought, but we're sharing it because he got a game for himself, also. It's a really cute little game, with lots of puppies that you can train and whatnot. I have a Siberian Husky named Sampson. Picking out his name was the hardest part.
School's starting to get hectic, assignments are beginning to be due, assignments that are worth a lot of points and all that crap, so I'm starting to go into my "stress out about stupid stuff" mode. Watch as the crazy antics unfold!
Oh, I uploaded some new photos to the Flickr page. If you click on the little "badge" on my sidebar with the pictures on it, you can see the new ones. I'm sure they're stuff I've already put up before, but my dad was asking about some cloud pictures.
Mom and Dad stopped by the apartment on Saturday, I think it was. Either that or Sunday. I forget. Anway, they dropped off my birthday present a little early, and we talked for a while, and it was good to see them again. I'm going home tomorrow for a dentist appointment and will see them anyway. Speaking of which, I need to pick out something to eat for my birthday dinner.
Aaron and I are going to do something for my birthday next Thursday, as we're both very busy up until that point and both work on Sunday, so we'll figure something out. For my birthday, he got me the game Nintendogs, for the Nintendo DS thingy, which he also bought, but we're sharing it because he got a game for himself, also. It's a really cute little game, with lots of puppies that you can train and whatnot. I have a Siberian Husky named Sampson. Picking out his name was the hardest part.
School's starting to get hectic, assignments are beginning to be due, assignments that are worth a lot of points and all that crap, so I'm starting to go into my "stress out about stupid stuff" mode. Watch as the crazy antics unfold!
Oh, I uploaded some new photos to the Flickr page. If you click on the little "badge" on my sidebar with the pictures on it, you can see the new ones. I'm sure they're stuff I've already put up before, but my dad was asking about some cloud pictures.
Friday, October 07, 2005
stuff.
One day of bowling and I can hardly get out of bed or walk across the apartment if I've been sitting still too long. This is about the saddest thing ever. BOWLING! Took a whole day to figure out why I was sore, too because I couldn't think of anything I'd done out of the ordinary, until Aaron mentioned bowling. DUH.
No classes today, none on Monday, this is going to rock. Except for the cleaning and laundry and homework. Oh well!
No classes today, none on Monday, this is going to rock. Except for the cleaning and laundry and homework. Oh well!
Thursday, October 06, 2005
More Minneapolis pictures
Well, after finding Brandon's website again with the epic journey told in amazing detail. You can read the hilarity for yourself, but if not, here are some pictures that Brandon took of us and the trip. There's actually some pictures of me in here, so I figured I should post some.
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
snow, deer, the lottery
Last night we recieved our first snow of the season. I was at work when it started, but really it started out as heavy rain, then sleet, then snow. By the time I got off work at midnight, there was about four to five inches of thick, wet, slushy snow covering everything. It really wasn't that cold outside, but having to unearth the snow scraper from my trunk was quite the task. The drive through the hills wasn't as terrible as I thought it was going to be, although there were only ruts in the snow to follow, and it's a very windy, hilly set of hills to drive through, so that was thoroughly frightening.
When I got home, Aaron had dinner ready for us, and as we sat down for dinner, the power went out. Then it came back on. And then it went out again, for good this time. We found all of our candles (three of them) and my camping lantern that I "borrowed" from Mom and finished our dinner. We roamed about the house, not bumping into anything because only our part of the powergrid was out, and the rest of the city was lit up, reflecting the light off the snow and the clouds, making it pretty bright outside. All we had to do was open the shades.
The trees in the town are completely devistated. They still had the majority of their leaves, and the snow was wet and heavy and stuck to everything it touched. Driving around town today, we could see many large branches, as thick as my leg, had snapped under the weight of the snow. I can't imagine what it's going to look like in a few days when (hopefully) all of the snow clears up.
When I got home from work, before the power went out, I had a message on my computer from Ashley, my sister. I guess she'd hit a deer on her way home from work last night. By the time I got the message, it was 1:30am, and she didn't answer her cell phone when I called her, so I called her today and got the story. It was snowing badly and the deer was in the road. She didn't see it until it was too late, and didn't have time to hit the brakes or swerve (thank goodness), so she hit the deer, but didn't go into the ditch or wreck. Fortunately, the deer was crossing the road, and she just hit its tail-end, knocking it off its feet. Mom said she didn't see a deer in the ditch this morning, so I think it's okay.
Also because of the snow, it was so slow at work last night that I had time to calculate the most frequently drawn Powerball numbers in the last year. Yeah, I even made a chart to show how many times each number was drawn. How sad, eh?
The power was still out this morning, but in a very strange way. Non of the lights in the ceiling would turn on. Light switches had no effect on them. But we found out that anything plugged into the wall, the the exception of the outlets in the bedroom, worked just fine. After a couple of hours it was all sorted out, however.
When I got home, Aaron had dinner ready for us, and as we sat down for dinner, the power went out. Then it came back on. And then it went out again, for good this time. We found all of our candles (three of them) and my camping lantern that I "borrowed" from Mom and finished our dinner. We roamed about the house, not bumping into anything because only our part of the powergrid was out, and the rest of the city was lit up, reflecting the light off the snow and the clouds, making it pretty bright outside. All we had to do was open the shades.
The trees in the town are completely devistated. They still had the majority of their leaves, and the snow was wet and heavy and stuck to everything it touched. Driving around town today, we could see many large branches, as thick as my leg, had snapped under the weight of the snow. I can't imagine what it's going to look like in a few days when (hopefully) all of the snow clears up.
When I got home from work, before the power went out, I had a message on my computer from Ashley, my sister. I guess she'd hit a deer on her way home from work last night. By the time I got the message, it was 1:30am, and she didn't answer her cell phone when I called her, so I called her today and got the story. It was snowing badly and the deer was in the road. She didn't see it until it was too late, and didn't have time to hit the brakes or swerve (thank goodness), so she hit the deer, but didn't go into the ditch or wreck. Fortunately, the deer was crossing the road, and she just hit its tail-end, knocking it off its feet. Mom said she didn't see a deer in the ditch this morning, so I think it's okay.
Also because of the snow, it was so slow at work last night that I had time to calculate the most frequently drawn Powerball numbers in the last year. Yeah, I even made a chart to show how many times each number was drawn. How sad, eh?
The power was still out this morning, but in a very strange way. Non of the lights in the ceiling would turn on. Light switches had no effect on them. But we found out that anything plugged into the wall, the the exception of the outlets in the bedroom, worked just fine. After a couple of hours it was all sorted out, however.
Sunday, October 02, 2005
more of them
Spiders, that is. This one was in the computer room, on the floor, nestled up to the phone book I have sitting in front of the mirror with my curling iron resting on it (too lazy to stand up the whole time it takes to curl my hair), so I Pledged it almost to death, but when it wouldn't die, I caught him in Kleenex and flushed him down the toilet. I seem to find them all over the place, whereas Aaron never sees them 'til I point one out. The weird thing is, they're almost never the same kind of spider. Almost all of them have been a different color or size. At least I know they're not makin' babies or anything in here. OMG I would die, reincarnate myself, and then move out. And now I've started dreaming about them! Dropping down from the ceiling and landing in people's hair! Gross. Maybe I should see if spider symbolize anything in dreams...
I didn't win the lottery last night, as you can see, since the jackpot went up another 3 million dollars. I guess that just means I'll be able to win more next time, eh?
I didn't win the lottery last night, as you can see, since the jackpot went up another 3 million dollars. I guess that just means I'll be able to win more next time, eh?
Saturday, October 01, 2005
the best things in life are free, but you can give them to the birds and the bees, i want money...
Well, the bank finally came through and now I have my paycheck from over three weeks ago. Life is fantastic. And now it's only one week 'til the next paycheck. What am I going to do with all this money? Besides pay rent and bills and stuff? We'll find something suitable for it.
So this morning after I get out of the shower and am heading towards the closet to get some Q-tips to clean out my ears, I look over to the frame of the closet and see a freakin' spider! It was two inches from my face because I hadn't realized it was there when I was reaching in it. I made some kind of noise that will hopefully never be replicated. It was a combination of choking, gurgling, and supressed scream (Aaron was still sleeping). So, being the MacGyver girl I am and not having any bug spray or a man about to help me, I do the next best thing: hairspray and Febreze it to death.
On the way home from work this afternoon, I was almost rear-ended by the red car behind me as I'd stopped behind a car making a left-hand turn on the 4 lane road. Well, I guess the guy behind me wasn't paying too much attention to his immediate surroundings (he was pretty close to me), and all of the sudden I hear squealing brakes behind me. I look in my rearview mirror and see how close he was to me, then give him the ol' "good work, buddy," look in the rearview mirror, and speed along my merry way (because I have a lead foot and I wanted to get as far away from him as possible). He also lagged behind me quite a bit, so that was nice, too.
The fall colors are starting to spread around here, as a trip through Spearfish Canyon proved the other day when I was feeling particularly cranky. I only took one picture, though, because I was too made at the driver in front of me going only 20mph.
Bowling starts on Tuesday. This should be interesting/half exciting.
Also, tonight they draw lottery tickets. Wish me luck! 167 million dollars!
So this morning after I get out of the shower and am heading towards the closet to get some Q-tips to clean out my ears, I look over to the frame of the closet and see a freakin' spider! It was two inches from my face because I hadn't realized it was there when I was reaching in it. I made some kind of noise that will hopefully never be replicated. It was a combination of choking, gurgling, and supressed scream (Aaron was still sleeping). So, being the MacGyver girl I am and not having any bug spray or a man about to help me, I do the next best thing: hairspray and Febreze it to death.
On the way home from work this afternoon, I was almost rear-ended by the red car behind me as I'd stopped behind a car making a left-hand turn on the 4 lane road. Well, I guess the guy behind me wasn't paying too much attention to his immediate surroundings (he was pretty close to me), and all of the sudden I hear squealing brakes behind me. I look in my rearview mirror and see how close he was to me, then give him the ol' "good work, buddy," look in the rearview mirror, and speed along my merry way (because I have a lead foot and I wanted to get as far away from him as possible). He also lagged behind me quite a bit, so that was nice, too.
The fall colors are starting to spread around here, as a trip through Spearfish Canyon proved the other day when I was feeling particularly cranky. I only took one picture, though, because I was too made at the driver in front of me going only 20mph.
Bowling starts on Tuesday. This should be interesting/half exciting.
Also, tonight they draw lottery tickets. Wish me luck! 167 million dollars!
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