monday morning..9:28..i will be going back to bed for the rest of the week now. i already knew work was going to suck because we are doing the dreaded cinnamon swirls for two days and if that isn't bad enough there is more. i had the kids fold the laundry while i was at work yesterday and they had my clothes all nicely folded in the basket. when i went to get some out to take my shower i found that emilys cat was apparently locked in all night..and she left me a present. a cat that never shits in the house decides to do it her one and only time in my clothes (i guess that should be ON my clothes, she wasn't actually wearing my clothes). so now everything is in the washer..and you know my panty situation..i will be here waiting for all to get washed (at least once) and then dried. i ask you, if this is how the week starts, is there really any point in going on? or maybe should i be the optimist and say, what worse thing than this could go wrong? it could only get better, right? this kind of brings up a point i tried to make to mike. booboo is a very picky eater, but every day when i take her to my car to go for our walk, she runs over to my dirt pile and digs around for a cat turd to eat. well, mike always worries about her not eating, so i suggested..and i will let you out there be the judge of this idea..why not just feed the dog food to the cats, let them shit it out, then let her dig in the dirt pile for her dinner. shoot, the cats get fed, the dog gets fed and she gets some exercise too. seems like a no brainer to me.
sunday night, mike will be home soon. i was just reading comments here from sheri. she mentioned an old high school "cheerleader" that found her on facebook and was chit-chatty. funny how life is. in school the same cheerleader would never have spoken to some of us. oh, to tell her i have been married 4 times, 1st to an abuser, 2nd to a homosexual, 3rd to a psychotic, and 4th i think i may be doing ok .i too have a facebook account, but i only go there once in a while. there have been some "will you be my friend" notices from people that went to school where i did (not all of them "when" i did). but for some reason i never accept them. why would i want to know how great life is for them? it reminds me of the christmas letters people send out, little johnny is now a doctor and suzy is a rocket scientist, the grandkids will graduate high school at the age of 10 and we are traveling the world in our winnebago spreading appleseeds wherever we go. i sent one of those out a few years ago, but it wasn't anything like that...it was the reality of my life, with the tim burton twist it has had. it was actually pretty funny, because through it all, one just has to laugh. sheri also mentioned napping in her recliner, which brought back fond memories for me. when i realized my 2nd husband was gay i started sleeping in my recliner (he wasn't going to give up the bed). and i slept in my recliner for over 10 years. it almost broke my heart this year when mike made me take it to the dump. i looked like granny from the beverly hillbilliesriding in her rocker in the back of their truck. i couldn't help it, the butt grooves (or, in my case, craters) were so perfectly fitted to my arse, it was almost a work of art. tim took me out tonight to see the space station go over. he has been trying to show it to me since he found a website that tracks it and tells when you can see it. only problem has been that i work nights, and the nights i was home it was overcast. but i did finally see it tonight. he said it goes about 17000mph. so of course i related to him the big joke of SKYLAB from my youth. remember that? things sure have changed. remember the car seats of old, that just had two hooks to hang it over the front seat. how did we ever survive?
today is a very special day. it is pay day AND i have the day off. we were sent home from bear creek early monday because a grass fire had knocked the power out, so we thought we were going to have to make it up today, but they decided we weren't that far behind. so i have a day off AND money. i am going to go buy new shoes. i know, i know. you are asking yourself that age old question..what about the panties? and, yes, the shoes cost at least 10 times more than panties. and the truth is, if my panties were hurting my crotch as much as my shoes are hurting my feet, then i would get the panties..but, they are not.so new shoes here i come. here i am..Saturday morning..no new shoes or panties. i went to the shoe store and guess what! they were out of my size. so i paid $100 and had them order a pair for me. they should be here by Tuesday. i took emily to town because she still had some birthday money to spend, and we got her bicycle tuned up so she can ride it to school. she is getting her GED, all she has left is the math to pass (always her worst subject). last year I drove her in and picked her up before work, but this year the hours are different. it's 3pm to 7 pm, and mike and i are both at work. i hope she finishes before daylight savings time is over. i don't want her coming home in the dark. it is so smokey out today. there are several big fires burning north of here and everyday the smoke just settles into the valley. yesterday the air quality was horrible..actually there was no air quality yesterday, the air was just BAD!! tim just told me the air non-quality is 164, that's already worse than it was all day yesterday...and the temp is going to be 95. its going to be a hot, miserable day. all the little birds at my feeders are hacking and coughing like they have been smoking a pack of camels a day. seriously, though, if the air bothers humans this much, what does it do to their little bird bodies up there flying in it all the time? i know it doesn't dampen their appetites at all. they can still empty my feeders in no time at all.
just so you know, i spent my day off cleaning some more. revacuumed (with my vacuum that doesn't suck) i really need to get a new one. then just because i could, i gave all 3 dogs a bath, not at the same time. first BooBoo, the basset beagle mix. she was really easy.
then badger, the border collie. after his bath he went out and rolled in the dirt (little piece of shit that he is)
then berit, my shepherd. she got her bath outside with the hose. funny how a dog who loves her pool hates to get a bath. she is the only purebred dog i have, and as mike says, she is an embarassment to her breed. you have seen pictures of magestic shepherds doing bomb sniffing and drug sniffing and rescuing people in buildings and stuff? well, my dog at the age of almost 5, still spends a lot of time chasing her tail and barking at herself while she does it. find a bomb or drugs? not even if there was a pork chop tied to it. but she pulls a mean bicycle.
did i ever get a nap or read a book? no i did not. and now its time to start dinner..i was going to do honey chili chicken, but i think i'll do tacos instead, afterall, it's still my day off.
boy, even i can't believe the run of good luck i had this week. last week i worked 60 hours..and this week i have a 3 day weekend!!!when i first saw my schedule for winco i was so excited i almost peed myself (wait..i can do that without even being excited) i was supposed to only demo on friday, but when i got there the power was out all over that end of town, and was going to be out for several more hours, so i got to go home. so yesterday i decided i would do outside work and today inside work. i mowed the front yard and cleaned out my bird bath and bird feeders, then i mowed the back and cleaned it all up and watered..watered..watered. The next week our temps are going to be in the 100's again (will this summer never end). Even though the days are hot, the nights are way cold..so the pool is to cold to get in...which pretty much sucks. anyway, when i got all of that done, it was only 3 p.m. so i decided to at least start the inside. i mopped, dusted, did dishes and laundry, cleaned the carpets..i even got the great and humongous cob web up in the corner...it was a work of art. one night last week i came home and someone had left the light on in the living room for me..but they had aimed it up at the cobweb (the sherlock holmes in me deduced that it was a hint or a clue about something). i almost hated to vacuum it up(with my vacuum cleaner that doesn't suck). now, hear this, i can't believe i am saying this..but after i walk the dogs and go grocery shopping..i have NOTHING TO DO!!! maybe just water outside, but thats almost like nothing..and there are some plants to be dug up and moved, but its way to hot for that. i can just take a nap or read a book or watch some crappy tv. so, i would like to thank god for the sparrows that they say caused the power outage (but the same thing happened in another part of town about a month ago, and they blamed the sparrows then). if this were a bad scifi (syfy???i still hate that), movie, i would be keeping my eyes on the skies and watching them "thar birds. on a more personal note...i still did not buy new underwear. i guess it is some kind of mental block. if i don't go get a tyrannasaurus rex size of undies, then i won't have to admit how much weight i have put on. and now i need new jeans too. someone once told me that my jeans always wear out in the inseam because my thighs rub together when i walk..but i refuse to believe that. i think it is because every pair i buy are made with defective denim (that's my story and i'm sticking to it). and i also need new shoes. unfortunately, with my bad foot, i can't just walk into walmart and buy a $20 pair of shoes. last year, after years of misery i finally found shoes that don't hurt my feet when i walk ( and i walk 10 hours every night). they cost $99 (that's a pair..not a gross), so getting a pair of shoes is a major investment for me, but they do last for several months. i saw my sister friday. the only time i see her is if i stop at bimart where she works. she doesn't visit here because her and my dad had a disagreement a few years back. actually, so did my dad and i a couple of years ago, and he doesn't talk to me either. thats a long story for another time though. Cindy said she finally got Direct TV. she lives so far out in the sticks that she only got one station (and she had to stand on her mobile with a tinfoil hat and a lightning rod pointing 30 degrees north to get that). now she can join the rest of the world and have 60 channels of crappy tv instead of just one. i am sitting here thinking that i could be like my mom. she has spent several weeks cleaning her shelves and putting new paper in them. i don't get it. unless i am moving out, then surface clean is good enough for me. i do occasionally go through the cupboards and restack the dishes, bowls and pots. whenever emily or mike or tim put the dishes away i think they just toss stuff in and shut the door before it can fall back out, so when i come along and open a door bowls, cups and things fall out. they don't seem to understand the concept of "nesting" smaller bowls inside bigger bowls etc..wait..what's that you say?? they understand it, but actually picking one up to put a bigger one beneath it is to time consuming. oh well, i guess i should just be glad i don't keep silverware in the cupboards..i would have lost an eye by now (must be how The Duke got his big break). well, time to go grocery shopping. Am i the only one who leaves home with a list of 30 things yet comes home with a whole trunk load of stuff? as i walk through the store i am adding things to my list from 2 aisles over that i forgot to write down, but i will also forget by the time i get to that aisle. and when i ask mike what he wants for dinner this week, he just says "things"..now there's a big help. i already walked the dogs, so once i get home..what will i do?
and in response to a question from my friend sheri..i deleted my ted kennedy blog, because even though i think he was a hypocritical scumbag, i have a hard time being mean to a dead person. afterall, dead is dead, and i am sure he has already had to answer to a way higher power than me for his actions on this rock.
it's a lazy sunday morning. i don't have to be to winco til 2, and it's very cool right now (only 49 degrees), so no hurry to get the dog walk over with. I guess i could be cleaning the house..but then it wouldn't be a lazy sunday morning anymore. so i will just sit here and listen to the news and here all about the big H1N1 pandemic coming. don't these people ever get tired of being chicken little with their whole "the sky is falling, the sky is falling" crap. four years ago it was "we are all going to die from the bird flu"and less than 300 people died of it in the entire world. now less than 500 people have died of swine flu...am i missing something here? how many people die every day of cancer or in car accidents or waiting for transplants? i would venture a guess that it is way more than 500. and what is the big news story.."WASH YOU HANDS".."GET A SHOT..when it becomes available in your town"..i see two possible outcomes here. first, we will all die of swine flu so it won't matter, but more likely, nothing will happen, the usual amount of people that die of flu every year will die this year and then government will claim that they saved us all from a pandemic(just like now, if you still have your job they are claiming they have "saved" millions of jobs). It used to be Obama was going to "create millions of jobs" then somewhere it became "create or save" millions of jobs. so, how do you prove that you saved someones job? and tell that to the peons at GM who still got laid off after their big takeover. enough politics, i'll just change the tv to some bad scifi. and why did the scifi network change their logo to SyFy? what is the world coming to? i do have my usual winco stories. yesterday this lady came in in a wheelchair. she was fine except for she only had one foot, the other leg stopped at her ankle. she had on this teal covered converse hightop, and, of course, the first thing that crosses my mind is "it must suck to spend twice as much money for shoes as what you actually have to". it's not like she could save the right shoe and use it when the left one wears out. so what happens to all the right shoes that she gets? maybe there is a shoe bank out there for one-footed people and someone else is in the market for a right foot teal converse high-top in that size. of course that person will probably get the swine flu and die, then that shoe will be forever wasted. tomorrow is labor day and i have the day off from both jobs. we are back on our regular bear creek schedule (mon-thur) and winco (fri-sat), so a day off is rare again. but that means friday will be a double day winco from 2-6 than bc from 6-1:30. Bear Creek is funny that way, if you have a paid holiday then you have to work your day off to make up for it..and the whole world says "DUH?? why not just work the holiday, get double pay and still have the regular day off. it comes out to less money, i figured it out. with a calculater even. i'm smart that way. lazy time is over. time to shower and walk dogs. berit started limping on our ride the other day. she has done that before. i can't see anything wrong on her paw so i guess i will take her to the vet and see what is up with her. hey, now that i think about it, it is her right paw..maybe she needs a teal converse high-top
political correctness is a doctrine, fostered by a delusional, illogical minority, and rabidly promoted by an unscrupulous mainstream media, which holds forth the proposition that it is entirely possible to pick up a turd by the clean end.