I have been remiss in thanking Colin, the kind gent who gave me the info that corrected my template. He has a great blog that I have been meaning to add a link to over there -------> And I am not just saying that because he was so helpful either. You should check him out. Go on. But come right back.
Now. On to the bidness of the day. American Idol tonight, woohoo. I have to go pick up my new dishwasher after work then hurry home to watch it. Yep, $100 for 2 service calls, it would have been $265 more to fix it, and I bought a new one for $235 tax and all. Granted it doesn't have quite all of the features my other one had, but considering I'm pretty distrustful of a dishwasher's ability to actually clean most dishes and thus I practically wash them by hand before loading them in the dishwasher, I don't think a couple fewer features really matters. "Wash-in-very-very-hot-water-to-get-all-possible-rat-germs-off" and "rinse" are really the only 2 settings it needs at this point. Damn, Fucking rats are expensive, but at least tomorrow night I will get to hear the hum of a dishwasher again.
Is it kind of pathetic that I am looking forward to hearing a dishwasher, or is it just me? Hmm, that's what I was afraid of.
Ok, what else. We had a good visit with Phillip on Sunday, at least what there was of the visit. But I'll save that bitchfest for a subsequent entry. It's gonna be a long one.
On the way back from Louisiana we made a slight detour to pick up a dog. No, now stop it, you sound just like my dad, it wasn't yet another dog for me. I picked it up, boarded it overnight, and dropped it off somewhere else the next morning. Just one small step in a series, carried out by several folks in order to unite this dog with his grandma. It is a very sad story really and I'll elaborate on this more in a subsequent entry too.
I actually have kind of a lot of stuff to talk about from this weekend, can you believe it?
Well, ok, those are basically the only 2 things left to talk about.
Unless I want to get into all of the reasons why many of the customers who come into my parents' store irritate me.
I know, I know, they are kind enough to patronize our humble establishment and we should be (and mostly, are) grateful for that. We know about "the customer is always right" and all of that.
Bullshit. The customer is generally an idiot in one way or another.
You will probably think most of what I'm about to say is petty and unreasonable, but if you tally them up on a continual, repeated basis, you'd get pretty fed up too. Here we go:
1. What the hell is a "solid quarter"? As in, "can I get a solid quarter for these 25 pennies?" Nope, sorry, all we have today are those pesky hollow quarters, can't help you.
2. Stinky people. I understand if it is summertime in Texas and you work outside all day and you are coming in to get a cold one after work. I can understand and handle that, unpleasant as it may be. It is reasonable. What I can't handle is the guy who comes in every single day smelling of cat piss. It's my understanding that he has about 30 cats and, from the smell of his clothes, no litter boxes. No washing machine either, as he commented one day that he needed to go to the laundrymat. I don't believe he ever did. Too busy drinking all that booze, I guess. He came in on Saturday and this time it was combo cat piss and cat shit, and I seriously thought I was going to barf. Naturally he is always slow to pay and leave, being guilty of #5 below, but finally I was able to grab the Glade spray. Of course, then it just smelled like cinnamon cat piss and shit. Look, I am not completely heartless, the guy obviously has a problem and I feel sorry for him. But I feel sorry for my sniffer, too. Ugh.
3. People who think that lottery tickets must always be a separate purchase from everything else. Which is almost everyone who buys lottery tickets.
4. People who, after watching me put their stuff into a bag, then take it out of the bag and put it in their pocket or carry it out bagless, etc. You could have just told me you didn't want a bag, they aren't required you know.
5. People who, when I tell them their total, i.e. $6.24, hand me a twenty and then when I am ready to hand them their change, say, "oh, wait, I have the .24". Note this generally happens when there is a long line. Most of the time I don't mind them digging out change, but when their total is $12.98 and they say, "oh, I have the .98," I just want to say "no you f-ing don't, you'll take your 2 pennies and move the line along."
6. Speaking of change... people who pay in change. Nothing but change. Never rolled, and usually not enough to cover what they want to buy. Then they ask if they can "bring the rest to you later." Um, I'm sorry that your last paycheck didn't stretch until your next one because you buy beer every day, but do you go to Wal Mart with not enough money and ask them if you can bring it later? Then why you pullin' that shit here? If you were buying bread or milk or something, I would sympathize, but you want beer.
7. People who come up to the counter with their stuff, then after I've started ringing them up, say "oh, I forgot, I need a something-or-other" that is clear across the store, and they take off to go get it. It especially pisses me off if there is a line, because I can't clear the register until they come back and pay. Argh.
8. People who try to pull the door off the hinges after we've locked it at closing time. State law says we have to close at 9:00 p.m. sharp and if we let anybody in after that, we could lose our license. So in the words of Carole King (and I'm dating myself here), "well, it's too late, baby, now it's too late, though you really did try to make it." Or... "I hear you knockin..... but you can't come in..." For some reason there are several songs that go through my head at various times when people are wanting to come in after closing... I guess I'm evil that way. "You can't. always get. what you waaaaant."
9. Ok, this one doesn't piss me off--it cracks me up. People who run in the door just as I am about to lock it and are so very grateful they got in before we closed, but then they just buy beer, something that they could have bought at 7-11 or any other convenience or grocery store after we closed. Psst... beer guy... there's a dude in the parking lot who we can't let in now who'd pay extra for a bottle, since you made it in and are just buying beer...
There are some advantages to working there, though. I constantly learn new vocabulary. Why, just Saturday I learned a new word. Nudn. As in, "can I cash in this scratch ticket and get a nudn?" Absolutely.
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
You'll be so proud of me
I neglected to mention yesterday (due to 5:00-gotta-get-the-hell-outta-here-time-constraints) the absolute highlight of my Saturday morning.
(By the way, I know yesterday's entry says it was published at 4:18. That is what time I started the entry. I got interrupted by that pesky work stuff. I do not type that slow)
Anyway. Saturday morning I was putting the boxers out as we were about to leave for Kohl's, and something on the patio near the back door caught my eye. At first it looked like a strange clump of mud, but upon closer inspection, I realized this clump of mud had a long tail.
This was no clump of mud.
Obviously from the state it was in, the boxers had already discovered it and "worked it over". Wonderful. Have I mentioned the boxers are very "licky" dogs? I am certain I must have been licked at some point by dog/rat breath. I struggled to remember if either had managed to get a lick on my lips recently - I don't think so. At least.
I knew I couldn't leave it there for them to continue to "play" with, so I did what I had to do - that being, scooping the thing into a dustpan (that I wasn't fond of anyway and which had recently been chewed on by Buddy anyhow) and putting them both into a plastic bag. I still kind of can't believe I did it. I am sure I was only able to do it because it really did at that point just look like a clump of mud and not so much like a critter. Lovely visual, eh?
Yeah. But aren't you just so proud of me?
(By the way, I know yesterday's entry says it was published at 4:18. That is what time I started the entry. I got interrupted by that pesky work stuff. I do not type that slow)
Anyway. Saturday morning I was putting the boxers out as we were about to leave for Kohl's, and something on the patio near the back door caught my eye. At first it looked like a strange clump of mud, but upon closer inspection, I realized this clump of mud had a long tail.
This was no clump of mud.
Obviously from the state it was in, the boxers had already discovered it and "worked it over". Wonderful. Have I mentioned the boxers are very "licky" dogs? I am certain I must have been licked at some point by dog/rat breath. I struggled to remember if either had managed to get a lick on my lips recently - I don't think so. At least.
I knew I couldn't leave it there for them to continue to "play" with, so I did what I had to do - that being, scooping the thing into a dustpan (that I wasn't fond of anyway and which had recently been chewed on by Buddy anyhow) and putting them both into a plastic bag. I still kind of can't believe I did it. I am sure I was only able to do it because it really did at that point just look like a clump of mud and not so much like a critter. Lovely visual, eh?
Yeah. But aren't you just so proud of me?
Monday, February 27, 2006
First, the boring details
Wow, what a weekend. It will probably take me a couple of days to blog through the whole thing.
Friday... I don't even remember. I've slept since then (but just barely). I think I tried to get to bed early. Got up the next morning and went to the big sale at Kohl's even though Jen choaded out. Got the kid some cute clothes for a great price. Then I went to work at the liquor store until time to meet the dishwasher repairman. Met him and spent another $55 (total now $100 in service calls) to have him tell me that it is not as simple as the other guy thought it might be, though that is one of the problems, but additionally, since I ran it when it was already broken unbeknownst to me, it then threw a bearing in the motor. Two words: new dishwasher. Argh. He is coming back on Wednesday to install the new vent hood I got so I can finally ditch the old 70's-looking (which is when the house was built) gold one. He said if I got a new dishwasher before then he would install it at the same time. Looks like I'm goin' shopping tonight.
When I got back to the store on Saturday, my uncle installed my new Sirius radio in the car so we would have it on the trip to Louisiana. It is siriusly cool. (get it? siriusly cool? get it? huh?)
I got the sportster replay model which is kind of like TiVo for your radio, you can play back up to the last 44 minutes or something like that. So far my favorite stations are the 80's station (go figure) and of course the country stations. The traffic and weather channel is convenient - no more waiting around for it come around "on the 8's" on the regular radio.
Oops, gotta go. I've already accidentally stayed at work past 5:00! More later.
Friday... I don't even remember. I've slept since then (but just barely). I think I tried to get to bed early. Got up the next morning and went to the big sale at Kohl's even though Jen choaded out. Got the kid some cute clothes for a great price. Then I went to work at the liquor store until time to meet the dishwasher repairman. Met him and spent another $55 (total now $100 in service calls) to have him tell me that it is not as simple as the other guy thought it might be, though that is one of the problems, but additionally, since I ran it when it was already broken unbeknownst to me, it then threw a bearing in the motor. Two words: new dishwasher. Argh. He is coming back on Wednesday to install the new vent hood I got so I can finally ditch the old 70's-looking (which is when the house was built) gold one. He said if I got a new dishwasher before then he would install it at the same time. Looks like I'm goin' shopping tonight.
When I got back to the store on Saturday, my uncle installed my new Sirius radio in the car so we would have it on the trip to Louisiana. It is siriusly cool. (get it? siriusly cool? get it? huh?)
I got the sportster replay model which is kind of like TiVo for your radio, you can play back up to the last 44 minutes or something like that. So far my favorite stations are the 80's station (go figure) and of course the country stations. The traffic and weather channel is convenient - no more waiting around for it come around "on the 8's" on the regular radio.
Oops, gotta go. I've already accidentally stayed at work past 5:00! More later.
Friday, February 24, 2006
Dear Blogger Dot Com:
What the hell is going on with my template all of a sudden? My sidebar is clear down at the bottom of the page instead of at the top where it belongs. Lord knows *I* certainly didn't go messing with editing any HTML or other settings to cause this, it just happened all of a sudden and it's not fixing itself, so please fix it. It's bothering the crap out of me and it's gotta be bothering everybody else who ventures here too. I keep hoping each time I post something new that it will fix it but it ain't happenin'. Help, Blogger Dot Com. Or anyone else who has any suggestions as to WTF happened.
I'm tired of thinking up blog entry titles
American Idol Update: Ok, I was 2 for 4 on predictions. But batting .500 ain't too bad. Girls Stevie and Becky were voted off, and guys Bobby and Patrick. Bobby didn't seem a bit surprised, and neither did Stevie really.
What I don't like about American Idol is that when people are voted off, they get to sing a final song, that being the song that got them voted off. Thus we are again subjected to usually excruciating performances that few people voted for the first time around. I understand the "one last time in the spotlight" thing, but can't they instead... well, I don't know what I'd suggest. I only know that the results show is one of the few shows I watch in "real time" since I have TiVo, and I literally had to pause it, get up and go do something, then come back and forward through Copacabana and whatever that supposed song was that Stevie sang. The other 2 I thought were ok and shouldn't have been voted off. Not yet anyway. Neither of them would have made it all the way but they shouldn't have been among the first to go either. But anyway.
Radically changing the subject, today my horoscope says: "Feel like you need to gain some insight into your own motivations, but not quite sure how to go about it? Never fear -- the stars are all set to help. Get ready to make a clean mental sweep of some old habits."
Well. Wouldn't that be nice. "A clean mental sweep of some old habits". Doesn't that sound refreshing and revitalizing and brand new. I'm not a believer that the stars are gonna accomplish that for me though. Maybe the crazy pills will help if I give them long enough.
What is gonna get a clean sweep today is all of the snacks in my desk. Man, is today going to be one FATTENING day. Let's see, what do we have here... a small unopened bag of jalapeno flavored potato chips from Quizno's, about 8 chocolate Dove heart candies, about half a 99 cent bag of flamin' hot Cheetos, and a few Goldfish crackers in the bottom of the box. I'm going to get all of this out of here today, namely by eating it, so I can truly, officially start Atkins on Monday.
I know, I know, where have you heard that before, right? You're skeptical. I can't say as I blame you. I think, though, that after eating all of the junk mentioned above, I won't actually feel like eating for awhile anyway.
Come to think of it, I might not wanna eat all 8 of those Dove candies in one day. That could definitely make for some, er, unpleasantness later on. Especially if I pile them on top of jalapeno chips and flamin' hot Cheetos. My stomach's reacting just thinking about it. Or maybe it's that bag of brownie bites and over-sweetened cup of coffee I've already had today.
Are you hungry yet, or am I just making you sick?
What's different about my plan to start Atkins this time is that, remember I said recently I had to go back to the doctor to have another blood test? I had a follow-up appointment on Monday. Dr. Wonderful told me that initially my glucose level was high, at a borderline diabetes level, and the retest was for a full blown diabetes screen. Thankfully that came back negative, but she said that I will probably want to have that checked out every 6 months or so.
Since that didn't in fact sound like something I would actually "want" to do, I inquired if this situation would change if I was to lose some weight. She said it definitely would and if I dropped a few pounds then it likely would never become a problem.
So there you go: Motivation. And, motivation aside from my (something)-year class reunion coming up in June (which wasn't really serving as good motivation anyway), that I have now learned that none of the friends I still have from high school even plan to go to anyway, so why, as one of them so wisely put it, would I want to go to a silly (and expensive) reunion, when I am still friends with all of the people from high school I really cared about anyway? Good point. And those friends don't care if I've put on a few pounds - they're not whispering to each other "wow, look how fat she's gotten since high school". Though apparently my glucose level does care, so effective Monday I will begin actively trying to appease it.
Plans for the weekend: Tonight, take the kid bowling since her night changed from Monday to Friday. Tomorrow morning get up way too early for a Saturday and meet my friend Jen at the big Kohl's sale before going to work at the liquor store at 10:00. Tomorrow afternoon leave the liquor store to meet the dishwasher guy. Go back to the store afterwards. Tomorrow night go home and make final preparations for trip to Louisiana. Sunday morning at 2:00 a.m. head out for trip to LA. Visit Phillip all day (well, till 3:00). Head back home. Stop to eat at that awesome place in Shreveport for my final pre-Atkins meal. Get home and go right to bed. Busy, hectic. and I wish I had had the foresight to take Monday off.
Hmmmm, I think I'm coming down with something (cough cough). Yeah, I definitely think so (sniffle). I just might be sick by Monday. Or maybe I'll just be one of those pesky hypochondriacs for the day.
What I don't like about American Idol is that when people are voted off, they get to sing a final song, that being the song that got them voted off. Thus we are again subjected to usually excruciating performances that few people voted for the first time around. I understand the "one last time in the spotlight" thing, but can't they instead... well, I don't know what I'd suggest. I only know that the results show is one of the few shows I watch in "real time" since I have TiVo, and I literally had to pause it, get up and go do something, then come back and forward through Copacabana and whatever that supposed song was that Stevie sang. The other 2 I thought were ok and shouldn't have been voted off. Not yet anyway. Neither of them would have made it all the way but they shouldn't have been among the first to go either. But anyway.
Radically changing the subject, today my horoscope says: "Feel like you need to gain some insight into your own motivations, but not quite sure how to go about it? Never fear -- the stars are all set to help. Get ready to make a clean mental sweep of some old habits."
Well. Wouldn't that be nice. "A clean mental sweep of some old habits". Doesn't that sound refreshing and revitalizing and brand new. I'm not a believer that the stars are gonna accomplish that for me though. Maybe the crazy pills will help if I give them long enough.
What is gonna get a clean sweep today is all of the snacks in my desk. Man, is today going to be one FATTENING day. Let's see, what do we have here... a small unopened bag of jalapeno flavored potato chips from Quizno's, about 8 chocolate Dove heart candies, about half a 99 cent bag of flamin' hot Cheetos, and a few Goldfish crackers in the bottom of the box. I'm going to get all of this out of here today, namely by eating it, so I can truly, officially start Atkins on Monday.
I know, I know, where have you heard that before, right? You're skeptical. I can't say as I blame you. I think, though, that after eating all of the junk mentioned above, I won't actually feel like eating for awhile anyway.
Come to think of it, I might not wanna eat all 8 of those Dove candies in one day. That could definitely make for some, er, unpleasantness later on. Especially if I pile them on top of jalapeno chips and flamin' hot Cheetos. My stomach's reacting just thinking about it. Or maybe it's that bag of brownie bites and over-sweetened cup of coffee I've already had today.
Are you hungry yet, or am I just making you sick?
What's different about my plan to start Atkins this time is that, remember I said recently I had to go back to the doctor to have another blood test? I had a follow-up appointment on Monday. Dr. Wonderful told me that initially my glucose level was high, at a borderline diabetes level, and the retest was for a full blown diabetes screen. Thankfully that came back negative, but she said that I will probably want to have that checked out every 6 months or so.
Since that didn't in fact sound like something I would actually "want" to do, I inquired if this situation would change if I was to lose some weight. She said it definitely would and if I dropped a few pounds then it likely would never become a problem.
So there you go: Motivation. And, motivation aside from my (something)-year class reunion coming up in June (which wasn't really serving as good motivation anyway), that I have now learned that none of the friends I still have from high school even plan to go to anyway, so why, as one of them so wisely put it, would I want to go to a silly (and expensive) reunion, when I am still friends with all of the people from high school I really cared about anyway? Good point. And those friends don't care if I've put on a few pounds - they're not whispering to each other "wow, look how fat she's gotten since high school". Though apparently my glucose level does care, so effective Monday I will begin actively trying to appease it.
Plans for the weekend: Tonight, take the kid bowling since her night changed from Monday to Friday. Tomorrow morning get up way too early for a Saturday and meet my friend Jen at the big Kohl's sale before going to work at the liquor store at 10:00. Tomorrow afternoon leave the liquor store to meet the dishwasher guy. Go back to the store afterwards. Tomorrow night go home and make final preparations for trip to Louisiana. Sunday morning at 2:00 a.m. head out for trip to LA. Visit Phillip all day (well, till 3:00). Head back home. Stop to eat at that awesome place in Shreveport for my final pre-Atkins meal. Get home and go right to bed. Busy, hectic. and I wish I had had the foresight to take Monday off.
Hmmmm, I think I'm coming down with something (cough cough). Yeah, I definitely think so (sniffle). I just might be sick by Monday. Or maybe I'll just be one of those pesky hypochondriacs for the day.
Thursday, February 23, 2006
What the...
...hell has happened to my template? I am hoping adding a new post will fix it, otherwise it's gonna keep lookin' goofy cuz I got no idea why it's like that, if it's something I did, how to fix it, etc.
Somebody Stop Me
Wendy's lame-ass excuse to break up: "I just realized that you're ugly" 'What is your lame-ass excuse to break up?' at QuizGalaxy.com |
 Take this quiz at QuizGalaxy.com |
Lordy, let's hope not
Wendy's Rejected Horoscope: You will lie about your age to buy a child's ticket at the movies 'What is your rejected horoscope?' at QuizGalaxy.com |
It's a little late for that
Wendy's First Date Faux Pas: Talking too much about the future |
Hey! Why is "false" in quotes????
Wendy will have to write: |
I will not cry in the corner |
'What will you have to write on the chalk board?' at QuizGalaxy.com |
Why would I ever have to write anything on a chalkboard? Ok, this is getting sillier than it started.
Now you see me, now you don't
Wendy -- [noun]: A person who has the ability to be invisible 'How will you be defined in the dictionary?' at QuizGalaxy.com |
Well. That's interesting. Hmmmmm. Couldn't be "A person who will win the lottery soon." Ah, well. Thanks to Danelle for that link. It's kind of fun. I'm putting in lots of names of people I know and coming up with some fascinating things.
American Idol Prediction: Hasta la vista to David and Bobby. Honestly, Bobby, Copacabana? Dude. I hope Gram enjoyed it because surely no one else did.
Rodent Update: None yet trapped, but haven't heard anything for a week. Not sure if that's good though, since I previously heard one in the attic and one in the kitchen and they can't get out now so they haven't just up and left, but they aren't yet trapped either. Argh. I guess they too have the ability to be invisible. Oh, wait, no, my bad:
Rats -- [adjective]: Having the texture of congealed cheese 'How will you be defined in the dictionary?' at QuizGalaxy.com |
Let's hope not. At least not anywhere I'll ever come across it or um, smell it. Ack. (shudder) Xanax please.
Personal to Phillip: Phillip --[adjective]:Extremely flatulent. I didn't need to be told that LOL
All right, while we're at it, Troy, here ya go: Troy --[noun]:An alien
I'm not making this up, I swear.
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