Tuesday, August 24, 2004
The Past Week
I know it seems like I've dropped off the face of the earth, but that just means I've been in Ripon. The past week has been 4 days of orientation training, and now we're on day 4 of 4 for orientation. Classes start tomorrow. Registration was today. 16 measly credits. I hate not being able to get into the classes I want, but that's life I suppose; shoulda thought of signing up for them earlier. Damages at the bookstore weren't as bad as expected either.
I have nothing else to say, except that boys are scum. Have a great day!
I have nothing else to say, except that boys are scum. Have a great day!
Tuesday, August 17, 2004
Monday, August 16, 2004
Playing (Web) God
I pimped out my blog a little bit tonight. I needed a break from the packing. You never really realize how much clothing you own -- and ironically don't like -- until you try to put it in boxes.
Back to work
Back to work
Friday, August 13, 2004
Congratulations!!
I'd like to say congratulations to viewer number 1,000 of my blog. I just saw it and the counter said 1,001, so whoever looked at my blog just before I did (shortly before Fri, 11:40 PM), congrats.
Random Stuff
My pillows were wonderful. I much look forward to laying my little head upon them tonight.
Kate is fitting in great at Roma's. Her next shift is Sunday. I work then also, but I'll have to introduce her to some of the other wait staff who she could use as a crutch when she needs to ask a question. With my last day being Monday, the day before I move into school, she'll need someone. I did.
And 4 more days to Ripon.
I work Friday at Roma's. Should be okay, hopefully better tips than the last 3 days.
I work Saturday at Alpine. Hopefully better tips than Dave, especially since the shift will be about 18-19 hours. Kill me now. :'( That's gonna suck.
Then I work Sunday hostessing at Roma's, then I open the bar Monday. Shift shoulf be done semi-eary, so I'll have some time to go home early and last-minute pack.
Bedtime now: I promised dad we could go skiing and wakeboarding and such tomorrow if it's nice. Sadly I've only been for one wakeboarding run all summer. :( Stupid work (which I love). REEEEEEALLY can't wait fr school, though.
Goodnight! :-*
Kate is fitting in great at Roma's. Her next shift is Sunday. I work then also, but I'll have to introduce her to some of the other wait staff who she could use as a crutch when she needs to ask a question. With my last day being Monday, the day before I move into school, she'll need someone. I did.
And 4 more days to Ripon.
I work Friday at Roma's. Should be okay, hopefully better tips than the last 3 days.
I work Saturday at Alpine. Hopefully better tips than Dave, especially since the shift will be about 18-19 hours. Kill me now. :'( That's gonna suck.
Then I work Sunday hostessing at Roma's, then I open the bar Monday. Shift shoulf be done semi-eary, so I'll have some time to go home early and last-minute pack.
Bedtime now: I promised dad we could go skiing and wakeboarding and such tomorrow if it's nice. Sadly I've only been for one wakeboarding run all summer. :( Stupid work (which I love). REEEEEEALLY can't wait fr school, though.
Goodnight! :-*
Thursday, August 12, 2004
Livin La Vida Trabajando
So I work nonstop, or so it seems. Then when I try to fit in free time hanging out with my friends, my family complains that they feel neglected. What's a girl to do?!?
I'll recap the past few days:
Dave Matthews Band Concert at Alpine. I suppose I'll post the little banners like I did before also:
Besides Alpine, I've just been working at Roma's. Kate got a job there, which should be fun. I get to train her tomorrow. Boo yah to Mitch's for treating her like shit... Kudos to her for leaving...
I move back tp Ripon in 5 days and counting. I can't wait to get back to school, but I'll miss my summer employment. I have a job promised to me at the Heidel House, a resort in Green Lake. I would have preferred a bartending position, but they said they are even more desperate for waitresses, and since I have waitressing experience and my current boss gave me an excellent recommendation, they're going to start me there instead. She said I can pick up bar shifts later if I want. Pff. Grr. Although, bartending and waitressing can come out about even, sometimes ever favoring the waitressing, if you play your cards right. It helps a little that I'll make an extra quarter an hour waitressing there, and the bartending wage is 50 cents less... I suppose that's neither here nor there, though.
And I've been having these wonderful back pains lately. Killer. Like, feel-like-an-invalid bad. Thank god for vikadin, that's all I have to say... My back is hurting just sitting here typing, so I'm going to get to bed. Brand new pillows: should be a great night.
~Bueno noche~
I'll recap the past few days:
Dave Matthews Band Concert at Alpine. I suppose I'll post the little banners like I did before also:
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Besides Alpine, I've just been working at Roma's. Kate got a job there, which should be fun. I get to train her tomorrow. Boo yah to Mitch's for treating her like shit... Kudos to her for leaving...
I move back tp Ripon in 5 days and counting. I can't wait to get back to school, but I'll miss my summer employment. I have a job promised to me at the Heidel House, a resort in Green Lake. I would have preferred a bartending position, but they said they are even more desperate for waitresses, and since I have waitressing experience and my current boss gave me an excellent recommendation, they're going to start me there instead. She said I can pick up bar shifts later if I want. Pff. Grr. Although, bartending and waitressing can come out about even, sometimes ever favoring the waitressing, if you play your cards right. It helps a little that I'll make an extra quarter an hour waitressing there, and the bartending wage is 50 cents less... I suppose that's neither here nor there, though.
And I've been having these wonderful back pains lately. Killer. Like, feel-like-an-invalid bad. Thank god for vikadin, that's all I have to say... My back is hurting just sitting here typing, so I'm going to get to bed. Brand new pillows: should be a great night.
~Bueno noche~
Sunday, August 08, 2004
Thursday, August 05, 2004
So yeah...
I stole this from Brett:
Cancel the destruction
there is no time
our detonators have been placed
if only we had known ahead of time
he was a tired leader
hating his life
and feeding lies
to the innocent.
platonic love
empathy
emotion
primal instinct
the scene was bare
a chemical diagnosis was made
proclaiming that we are depressed.
what is the difference if no one
is elated.
Euphoria is a dream
chaos is life
life is chaos
climb to the top of your ladder
and sell yourself for the pot of gold.
It doesn't glitter
when it's dirty.
concerned debutantes are waiting in the wings
of a theater packed with socialites
who will never understand
their love for simplicity
Cancel the destruction
there is no time
our detonators have been placed
if only we had known ahead of time
he was a tired leader
hating his life
and feeding lies
to the innocent.
platonic love
empathy
emotion
primal instinct
the scene was bare
a chemical diagnosis was made
proclaiming that we are depressed.
what is the difference if no one
is elated.
Euphoria is a dream
chaos is life
life is chaos
climb to the top of your ladder
and sell yourself for the pot of gold.
It doesn't glitter
when it's dirty.
concerned debutantes are waiting in the wings
of a theater packed with socialites
who will never understand
their love for simplicity
Wednesday, August 04, 2004
Weird Stuff on eBay
- Why would you want this??
- Could you imagine what the postal workers would think delivering this?
- Just what I've always wanted!!
- Interesting, but would probably get messy...
- These should have their own secion...
- Sometimes you just have to wonder if these auctions are for real.
- A great addition for any home's decor
- Sadly, Dennis already bid on one of these...
- These also get their own division
Well that's all for now. Have a good night, and feel free to leave more amusing auctions you find.
Tuesday, August 03, 2004
Tazer Gun Anyone?
Monday I opened the bar, then went shopping with Emily and Katie. Great times. I got tons of stuff, including 7 new, free pairs of underwear from Victoria'a Secret. Can't go wrong with that, now, can you?
Tuesday I got up early to go to the DMV and renew my drivers license. I thought if I got there early I wouldn't have to wait in line very long. Logical, right? Of course not. I was preceeded by a number of mexicans who has enormous language barriers between them and the DMV staff and several other idiots who sucked because they made me wait. It was a little over an hour, I'd imagine. Oh, and they got some new number system. Holes like swiss cheese in that baby. Several people who entered maybe up to 20-30 minutes after I did were taken care of and got to leave before I did. What is that?!? But my nre photo looks pretty hot...well, as far as ID photos from the DMV go...
Then I went out on the lake. ETD was 11:00 ish; actual was more like 1:00, 1:30. Assuming I wouldn't need sunscreen, I brought none. I'm a lovely shade of reddish brown now. All I can say is thank God for base tans. That shoulder blush will be gone by tomorrow. : )
Since I don't have much else to say, I thought I'd leave you with this mildly amusing e-mail I just received. Enjoy.
Dear Friends,
Paula is fond of saying that my last words on this earth will be something akin to, "Hey y'all, hold my beer and watch this!" Well, I have outdone myself once again. No doubt you will see this true story chronicled in a LifeTime movie in the near future. Here goes.
Last weekend, I spied something at Larry's Pistol and Pawn that tickled my fancy. (Note: Keep in mind that my "fancy" is easily tickled. Paula sent me into Star Market to pick up some milk yesterday and I bought a Superball in the checkout line -- 50 cents. What a bargain! It tickled my fancy -- still does. That thing bounces soooooo high, and it has provided me with hours of entertainment. It just doesn't get any better than that, now does it?)
I'm so easily distracted. That dang Superball is so much fun. So what were we talking about? Oh yeah, I bought something really cool at Larry's Pistol and Pawn last Saturday. The occasion was our 22nd anniversary and I was looking for a little something extra for my sweet girl. What I came across was a 100,000 volt, pocket/purse-sized Tazer gun with a clip. For those of you who are not familiar with this product, it is a less-than-lethal stun gun with two metal prongs designed to incapacitate an assailant with a shock of high-voltage, low-amperage electricity while you flee to safety. The effects are supposed to be short lived, with no long-term adverse affect on your assailant, but allowing you adequate time to retreat to safety. You simply jab the prongs into your 250 lb. tattooed assailant, push the button, and it will render him a slobbering, goggle-eyed, muscle-twitching, whimpering, pencil-necked geek! . If you've never seen one of these things in action, then you're truly missing out -- way too cool!
Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home. I loaded two AAA batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button. Nothing! I was so disappointed. Upon reading the directions (we don't need no stinkin' directions), I found much to my chagrin that this particular model would not create an arch between the prongs. How disappointing! I do love fire for effect. I learned that if I pushed the button, however, and pressed it against a metal surface that I'd get the blue arch of electricity darting back and forth between the prongs that I was so looking forward to. I did so. Awesome!!! Sparks, a blue arch of electricity, and a loud pop!!! Yipeeeeee!!! I'm easily amused, just FYI, but I have yet to explain to Paula what that burn spot is on the face of her microwave -- ruuuu roooo.
Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself that it couldn't be all that bad with only two AAA batteries, etc., etc. There I sat in my recliner, my dog Molly looking on intently (trusting little soul), reading the directions (that would be me, not Molly), and thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh and blood target. I must admit I thought about zapping Molly for a fraction of a second and thought better of it. She is such a sweet doggy, after all. But, if I was going to give this thing to Paula to protect herself against a mugger, I did want some assurance that it would work as advertised. Am I wrong? Was I wrong to think that? Seemed reasonable to me at the time.
So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top with my reading glasses perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in one hand, Tazer in another. The directions said that a one-second burst would shock and disorient your assailant; a two-second burst was supposed to cause muscle spasms and a loss of bodily control; a three-second burst would purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out of water. All the while I'm looking at this little device (measuring about 5" long, less than 3/4 inch in circumference, pretty cute really, and loaded with two itsy, bitsy AAA batteries) thinking to myself, "No friggin' way!" Friggin' way--trust me, but I'm getting ahead of myself.
What happened next is almost beyond description, but I'll do my best. Those of you who know me well have got a pretty good idea of what followed. I'm sitting there alone, Molly looking on with her head cocked to one side as to say, "Don't do it daddy," reasoning that a one-second burst from such a tiny lil' ole thing couldn't hurt all that bad (sound, rational thinking under the circumstances, wouldn't you agree?). I decided to give myself a one-second burst just for the hell of it.
(Note: You know, a bad decision is like hindsight--always twenty-twenty. It is so obvious that it was a bad decision after the fact, even though it seemed so right at the time. Don't ya hate that?) I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and HOLY SHIT! DAaaaauuuuuuMN!!!
I'm pretty sure that Jessie Ventura ran in through the front door, picked me up out of that recliner, then body slammed me on the carpet over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal position, nipples on fire, testicles nowhere to be found, soaking wet, with my left arm tucked under my body in the oddest position. Molly was standing over me making whimpering sounds I had never heard before, licking my face, undoubtedly thinking to herself, "Do it again daddy, do it again!"
(Note: If you ever feel compelled to mug yourself with a Tazer, one note of caution. There is no such thing as a one-second burst when you zap yourself. You're not going to let go of that thing until it is dislodged from your hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor. Then, if you're lucky, you won't lodge one of the prongs 1/4" deep in your thigh like yours truly.) SON-OF-A-BITCH that hurt!
A minute or so later (I can't be sure, as time was a relative thing at this point), I collected my wits (what little I had left), sat up and surveyed the landscape. My reading glasses were on the mantel of the fireplace. How did they get there? My triceps, right thigh and both titties were still twitching. My face felt like it had been shot up with Novocain, as my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs. +/- an ounce or two, I'm pretty sure. By the way, has anyone seen my testicles? I think they ran away. I'm offering a reward. They're round, rather large, kinda hairy, and handsome if I must say so myself. They make a clanging sound, and were last seen hanging from Paula's rearview mirror. Miss 'em -- sure would like to get 'em back.
NOTE TO MEN: DO NOT buy your wife a Tazer gun. Paula's is broke now and it may be awhile before I get around to fixing the damn thing.
NOTE TO WOMEN: Buy lots of batteries -- think of the possibilities.
This message is provided to you as a public service to illustrate that stupid should hurt, and most assuredly always does in my case. Have a nice day!
***Name ommitted for privacy***
Tuesday I got up early to go to the DMV and renew my drivers license. I thought if I got there early I wouldn't have to wait in line very long. Logical, right? Of course not. I was preceeded by a number of mexicans who has enormous language barriers between them and the DMV staff and several other idiots who sucked because they made me wait. It was a little over an hour, I'd imagine. Oh, and they got some new number system. Holes like swiss cheese in that baby. Several people who entered maybe up to 20-30 minutes after I did were taken care of and got to leave before I did. What is that?!? But my nre photo looks pretty hot...well, as far as ID photos from the DMV go...
Then I went out on the lake. ETD was 11:00 ish; actual was more like 1:00, 1:30. Assuming I wouldn't need sunscreen, I brought none. I'm a lovely shade of reddish brown now. All I can say is thank God for base tans. That shoulder blush will be gone by tomorrow. : )
Since I don't have much else to say, I thought I'd leave you with this mildly amusing e-mail I just received. Enjoy.
Dear Friends,
Paula is fond of saying that my last words on this earth will be something akin to, "Hey y'all, hold my beer and watch this!" Well, I have outdone myself once again. No doubt you will see this true story chronicled in a LifeTime movie in the near future. Here goes.
Last weekend, I spied something at Larry's Pistol and Pawn that tickled my fancy. (Note: Keep in mind that my "fancy" is easily tickled. Paula sent me into Star Market to pick up some milk yesterday and I bought a Superball in the checkout line -- 50 cents. What a bargain! It tickled my fancy -- still does. That thing bounces soooooo high, and it has provided me with hours of entertainment. It just doesn't get any better than that, now does it?)
I'm so easily distracted. That dang Superball is so much fun. So what were we talking about? Oh yeah, I bought something really cool at Larry's Pistol and Pawn last Saturday. The occasion was our 22nd anniversary and I was looking for a little something extra for my sweet girl. What I came across was a 100,000 volt, pocket/purse-sized Tazer gun with a clip. For those of you who are not familiar with this product, it is a less-than-lethal stun gun with two metal prongs designed to incapacitate an assailant with a shock of high-voltage, low-amperage electricity while you flee to safety. The effects are supposed to be short lived, with no long-term adverse affect on your assailant, but allowing you adequate time to retreat to safety. You simply jab the prongs into your 250 lb. tattooed assailant, push the button, and it will render him a slobbering, goggle-eyed, muscle-twitching, whimpering, pencil-necked geek! . If you've never seen one of these things in action, then you're truly missing out -- way too cool!
Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home. I loaded two AAA batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button. Nothing! I was so disappointed. Upon reading the directions (we don't need no stinkin' directions), I found much to my chagrin that this particular model would not create an arch between the prongs. How disappointing! I do love fire for effect. I learned that if I pushed the button, however, and pressed it against a metal surface that I'd get the blue arch of electricity darting back and forth between the prongs that I was so looking forward to. I did so. Awesome!!! Sparks, a blue arch of electricity, and a loud pop!!! Yipeeeeee!!! I'm easily amused, just FYI, but I have yet to explain to Paula what that burn spot is on the face of her microwave -- ruuuu roooo.
Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself that it couldn't be all that bad with only two AAA batteries, etc., etc. There I sat in my recliner, my dog Molly looking on intently (trusting little soul), reading the directions (that would be me, not Molly), and thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh and blood target. I must admit I thought about zapping Molly for a fraction of a second and thought better of it. She is such a sweet doggy, after all. But, if I was going to give this thing to Paula to protect herself against a mugger, I did want some assurance that it would work as advertised. Am I wrong? Was I wrong to think that? Seemed reasonable to me at the time.
So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top with my reading glasses perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in one hand, Tazer in another. The directions said that a one-second burst would shock and disorient your assailant; a two-second burst was supposed to cause muscle spasms and a loss of bodily control; a three-second burst would purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out of water. All the while I'm looking at this little device (measuring about 5" long, less than 3/4 inch in circumference, pretty cute really, and loaded with two itsy, bitsy AAA batteries) thinking to myself, "No friggin' way!" Friggin' way--trust me, but I'm getting ahead of myself.
What happened next is almost beyond description, but I'll do my best. Those of you who know me well have got a pretty good idea of what followed. I'm sitting there alone, Molly looking on with her head cocked to one side as to say, "Don't do it daddy," reasoning that a one-second burst from such a tiny lil' ole thing couldn't hurt all that bad (sound, rational thinking under the circumstances, wouldn't you agree?). I decided to give myself a one-second burst just for the hell of it.
(Note: You know, a bad decision is like hindsight--always twenty-twenty. It is so obvious that it was a bad decision after the fact, even though it seemed so right at the time. Don't ya hate that?) I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and HOLY SHIT! DAaaaauuuuuuMN!!!
I'm pretty sure that Jessie Ventura ran in through the front door, picked me up out of that recliner, then body slammed me on the carpet over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal position, nipples on fire, testicles nowhere to be found, soaking wet, with my left arm tucked under my body in the oddest position. Molly was standing over me making whimpering sounds I had never heard before, licking my face, undoubtedly thinking to herself, "Do it again daddy, do it again!"
(Note: If you ever feel compelled to mug yourself with a Tazer, one note of caution. There is no such thing as a one-second burst when you zap yourself. You're not going to let go of that thing until it is dislodged from your hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor. Then, if you're lucky, you won't lodge one of the prongs 1/4" deep in your thigh like yours truly.) SON-OF-A-BITCH that hurt!
A minute or so later (I can't be sure, as time was a relative thing at this point), I collected my wits (what little I had left), sat up and surveyed the landscape. My reading glasses were on the mantel of the fireplace. How did they get there? My triceps, right thigh and both titties were still twitching. My face felt like it had been shot up with Novocain, as my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs. +/- an ounce or two, I'm pretty sure. By the way, has anyone seen my testicles? I think they ran away. I'm offering a reward. They're round, rather large, kinda hairy, and handsome if I must say so myself. They make a clanging sound, and were last seen hanging from Paula's rearview mirror. Miss 'em -- sure would like to get 'em back.
NOTE TO MEN: DO NOT buy your wife a Tazer gun. Paula's is broke now and it may be awhile before I get around to fixing the damn thing.
NOTE TO WOMEN: Buy lots of batteries -- think of the possibilities.
This message is provided to you as a public service to illustrate that stupid should hurt, and most assuredly always does in my case. Have a nice day!
***Name ommitted for privacy***
Sunday, August 01, 2004
My Weekend
Lots to say. I'll update tonight
Well it's "tonight," so I guess I have to keep up my end of the bargain...
Thursday:
Called into work early. Made some quick cash bartending. Went to play volleyball. Played well. Won the match as usual.
Friday:
Waitressed at "The Roma." Made some phat cash. Went to Milwaukee and met up with Andy and Caleb. Slept in Milwaukee.
Saturday:
Went out to breakfast. Drove home. Lazed. Talked a lot on the phone. Went to work again. Full moon: lots of weirdos, as usual. I may have been one of them. Phat cash again. Went to Milwaukee, this time to meet up with John and Chris. Funny story that's too long to type. Slept at John's.
Sunday:
Got up. Drove to Katie's house. Talked to her mom about her mom's date last night. Went out to breakfast. Went shopping. Found nothing. Got frustrated. Left. Went home. Went to work. Again, phat cash. Katie showed up at work to tell me we werr going to Emily's tonight. We hung out, played some Clue, at which I kicked ass. Went home. Writing a blog and talking to Alex online. Going to bed soon.
The End. Ask for detail if you want, but I'm too lazy for deaf ears...
Well it's "tonight," so I guess I have to keep up my end of the bargain...
Thursday:
Called into work early. Made some quick cash bartending. Went to play volleyball. Played well. Won the match as usual.
Friday:
Waitressed at "The Roma." Made some phat cash. Went to Milwaukee and met up with Andy and Caleb. Slept in Milwaukee.
Saturday:
Went out to breakfast. Drove home. Lazed. Talked a lot on the phone. Went to work again. Full moon: lots of weirdos, as usual. I may have been one of them. Phat cash again. Went to Milwaukee, this time to meet up with John and Chris. Funny story that's too long to type. Slept at John's.
Sunday:
Got up. Drove to Katie's house. Talked to her mom about her mom's date last night. Went out to breakfast. Went shopping. Found nothing. Got frustrated. Left. Went home. Went to work. Again, phat cash. Katie showed up at work to tell me we werr going to Emily's tonight. We hung out, played some Clue, at which I kicked ass. Went home. Writing a blog and talking to Alex online. Going to bed soon.
The End. Ask for detail if you want, but I'm too lazy for deaf ears...
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